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Anger Piece
A/N: I wrote this while I was very, very pissed off at Stefan and Ava. It's not done, but I doubt it'll ever be finished. It's really, really weird.
Mem was losing it. She couldn't take it anymore. No one understood, and when she tried to explain herself, they would just tease her worse. She was sitting in the back hallway on the first floor with Ava, Francesca, Rosie, and Stefan. She felt her temper rising and was doing an admirable job of containing herself for the moment.
"Mem lurves Zalman," Ava was saying, her sing-song voice hammering on Mem's resolve, "lurve lurve lurve. Touch me, MemÐ" Everyone laughed. Finally, Mem couldn't hold it in any longer. She exploded.
"Fine," Mem shouted, standing up quickly, "You know what? Fine!" she slammed open the door and stormed down the hallway.
"Mem?" Ava called, "Mem! Don't do anything stupid!" The others were silent for a moment; over Mem's footsteps, they heard the whirling notes of a distant piano.
"Let's follow her," Stefan said, standing, "This should be amusing." They stood up and looked out into the hallway in time to see Mem turn into the theatre. Their judgment not clouded by a fit of rage, the group, with Ava and Stefan in the lead, took the back hallway. They ran backstage and burst through the shell just in time.
Zalman was on the stage, playing the piano. He was not alone; a few of his senior friends, Akia, Raisa, and others were there as well. Mem stormed down through the auditorium and onto the stage. After only a moment's hesitation, she grabbed Zalman's hands, pulled him to his feet, and kissed him, long and hard.
Everyone looked on in shocked silence. Then Mem pulled away.
"I'm so sorry," She whispered to Zalman. Mem sunk down onto the risers and buried her face in her hands for a moment. Then she turned to her friends.
"Well, this is what you wanted, isn't it?" Mem shouted, "There you go. See what you've driven me to? This is not what I wanted to happen," she added, mostly to herself, "Not what I had in mind at allÉ"
Meanwhile, the seniors had convened around Zalman, who had sat back down on the piano bench.
"What was that?" Akia asked skeptically.
"IÉdon't know," Zalman replied. He pulled off his glasses and began cleaning them on the hem of his shirt. Akia raised her eyebrows.
"Isn't she the one who was writing slash fanfiction about you and Stefan?" Sarah Ann asked. Without looking up, Zalman nodded.
"You should go say something," Raisa commented thoughtfully. Zalman put his glasses on and stood up.
"Yes, I probably should."
"Mem!" They heard Stefan say, "Not everything is under your control! Your life is not just a storyÐ"
"Hey, don't yell at her," Raisa called over. "Go!" She added, elbowing Zalman in the back. Seeing that he wasn't moving, she added, "Fine, I'll do it myself." Raisa went and sat down next to Mem on the risers and put an arm around her shoulders.
"Shh, it's okay," Raisa comforted as Mem buried her face in her hands. Raisa turned her head and gave Zalman a glare that read, "You've caused her this much stress, come over here and fix it." After another moment's hesitation, Zalman finally came and sat down on Mem's other side.
"MemÉ" Zalman started to say, but didn't know how to continue, so he just trailed off. After another glare from Raisa, he put his hand on Mem's shoulder. Mem tensed slightly, then grabbed Zalman's hand and forced the palm upward. She wiped her eyes and squinted at it.
"What are you doing?" Zalman asked. Mem opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She cleared her throat and tried again.
"I'm reading your hand," Mem said raspily, tracing one of the lines on Zalman's hand with her finger.
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