Chapter 36: Fight For It
The Dellinger were dressed in their uniform but Instead of wearing the standard blazer, they opted for the purple school vests, matching the tie and plaid skirt. Malia’s brown curly hair framed her heart-shaped face, bouncing lightly with each step she took. Her auburn eyes were accentuated with a touch of shimmering gold eyeshadow, and she wore a glossy pink lip tint that made her smile seem almost saccharine. A gold chain sparkled around her neck and Instead of the usual loafers, Malia wore white platform sneakers, embellished with small star-shaped charms that dangled from the laces, catching the light.
Orla, on the other hand, was the polar opposite of her sister’s bright aesthetic. Her black hair was pin-straight and pulled back into a half-up ponytail with a black lace bow. Her eyes were heavily lined in black kohl, giving her a slightly smoky look that contrasted with her pale complexion. She wore a pair of chunky combat boots, the silver buckles gleaming as she moved. Her black knee-high socks had lace detailing at the top, barely visible under the hem of her plaid skirt. Orla’s nails were painted a glossy black, and around her neck hung a delicate silver pentagram pendant, barely noticeable unless one looked closely. Her expression was neutral, almost indifferent, as they both walked towards Eira’s seat.
"Why are they coming over here?" Cyran’s voice wavered as he leaned closer to Eira, his eyes wide with concern. But Eira said nothing.
"Ephyra, you came!" Malia smiled widely as she hurried to Eira’s side and held her hand. "We were so worried when you didn’t come to school yesterday and there was a lot of gossip and rumor going on about your absence." At her words, Orla snorted.
"Yeah and because of those rumors, you thought she’d been kidnapped or something." She said making the guy beside them chuckle before shaking his head.
"Malia always loves overreacting."
Malia rolled her eyes at the two. "I was just worried okay." she turned to Eira, concern etched over her face. "So what happened? Why didn’t you come to school yesterday? Did something happen at your house? When I received your text yesterday I wanted to ask but Orla told me not to, and that it would be better if I asked in person."
Eira smiled, "It was nothing, my injury relapsed so I couldn’t make it to school so you don’t have to worry. It was nothing serious."
Malia smiled back. "Now I’m relieved." she turned to Cyran. "Hi Cyran, how are you doing?" she asked in a chirpy voice making Cyran smile slightly, "I’m fine, thanks for asking."
"Still as cute and polite as ever," Malia teased, giving Cyran a light pat on the shoulder, which made him blush slightly. Orla’s eyes flickered between the two, her lips twitching in amusement.
Eira watched the exchange with a raised eyebrow, finding Malia’s outward friendliness a bit overwhelming, as always. But the Dellinger sisters had always been like that—one warm and inviting, the other cold and distant. They were a strange duo, but their presence had become almost familiar to Eira, even if she still found it hard to trust them entirely.