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Wolfgang stood in his shared dorm, for once out of his element. Unfortunately, Miss Maddis— Grace had discovered him in the kitchen.
In efforts to keep the peace in the academy, he was forced to confess everything. Including his fake illness from that very morning.
He’d estimated the fallout to be bad, but not quite this bad.
“Grace—"
“Nah mate, you listen to me,” Grace walked up to him, chin high and arms crossed, “You fuckin’ lied to me. Okay? Fuckin’ walked right out of bed— when I thought you were sick, by the way, taking care of you out of the goodness of my heart— just to throw it in my face,” She paced the room while Wolfgang stood in sweated guilt, “I was only gonna do this if you weren’t gonna be a bitch to me. Are you a bitch?”
“Grace, I—“
“Were you being a bitch?”
Wolfgang swallowed thickly, quickly blinking, “I’m very sorry, Grace—“
Grace spun around, “Answer my question,” Wolfgang’s chin wavered, “Simple question. Okay? Were you a bitch? Yes or no?”
Wolfgang fiddled with his hands behind his back, “Perhaps there was some bitchlike behaviour—”
“Thank you! You acknowledge it! So you do get how I was hurt!” Grace walked up to him, hands on hips, leering, “Being all ‘ah, fuck this bitch, if I die, fuck it.’”
“I assure you, that was not the case,” Wolfgang annunciated with a serious expression. For once it didn’t seem like he was interested in making excuses, so Grace tilted her head.
“Speak.”
“I only intended to keep you out of harms way,” The aura around Grace spiked dangerously, “Because I knew you would follow me.” Grace’s expression became the calm before the storm. Wolfgang felt as if he had chosen the wrong dialogue option, irrecoverably.
“Right.”
Her voice was hard as steel. Grace turned and briskly stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind her. The echo of it thundered down the hall.
It was quiet for a good 10 seconds. Wolfgang ran a hand through his hair, muttering to himself.
“She’ll come around…"