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A/N - My first WOWP chapter story. No idea where this is going, but please R&R since reviews generally give me ideas. Thanks for reading and giving this a chance, and..
She was angry.
No. Scratch that. She was beyond angry. She was so past angry that she was simply pissed off. At Stacy. At Dean. And at the good for nothing someone who's name she was not going to think about right now.
She was so mad, she could scream. And that's what she did.
Lifting one of her text books, she threw it at her bedroom wall, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over her the instant her fingers let go and it flew, hitting the wall with a dull thud. A second later, the anger was back. She needed something bigger. Something heavier. Looking around, she saw her jewellery box. If she wasn't a wizard and able to fix broken trinkets, this would be a bad idea. But because she was a wizard... she gritted her teeth and heaved, dashing it against the floor. The satisfaction was back when it burst open, her bracelets, chains and earrings flying everywhere.
She stared at the box, her breathing far from calm. It was a birthday present from that same un-nameable person. That stupid, stupid person. How dare he?
Turning swiftly, she marched out of her bedroom and into his. Slamming the door shut behind her. That whole breaking her things to resolve her anger? It wasn't working for her. She looked around. There had to be something that she could use to reduce this restless feeling inside her. Something so valuable that he would cry tears at its' loss. Something to show that you don't mess with Alex Russo. Then, her eyes landed on it. A signed baseball from some baseball player or other. Justin practically stalked the guy before he managed to get that stupid autograph. It held a place of honour in his bookcase. Right next to the grade seven scientist of the year award and a certificate of authenticity (how does she even know the meaning of that word?) of some fossil. This was his Achilles' heel.
She took slow, deliberate steps towards it. She wouldn't put it past him to protect one of his prized possessions with a barricade or something.
"What are you doing?"
She froze, and at the sound of his voice, her anger seemed to just increase tenfold. Turning around, she glared at him. "What do you think?"
He moved towards her, his mouth opening and closing several times before he finally settled on a sentence. "I don't know what to say."
Her eyes narrowed further. "There's nothing for you to say. Your opinion was made pretty clear."
He scoffed. "Like yours did?"
She stood straighter. "Don't try turning this around on me. You started it."
"By warning you?" He snapped sarcastically. "Gee Alex. I'm so sorry for playing the role of your big brother. Next time, I'll be sure to let you do whatever you want to do."
"Are you sure it's physically possible for you to let go?"
He looked taken aback for a bit before his eyes clouded over. "You know what? What you do with your life is none of my business."
"Took you long enough." She mumbled darkly, loud enough for him to hear.
He glared at her. "If I stay away from you, then I expect you to stay away from me."
Somehow, she didn't like that wording. "Fine." But she wasn't going to show him that.
He looked at her as if he was confused or something. "Fine." And somehow, the way he said it sounded more final.
She shrugged. "Fine." Moving forward, she bumped against his shoulder (hard) before leaving his bedroom, slamming the door close again. She considered doing a spell to melt the door or something, but her annoying conscience convinced her not to (yeah, she's paying attention these days, so sue her). She didn't want to get grounded anyway.
She didn't remember the last time they fought like this. Considering how the last yelling match went, this was pretty mild. But it did have a certain... finality to it that no other fight had. And that...kind of scared her.
And to think, it all started with Harper.