Later that evening, as Owen went up to his room to hide from the Art Fart, as he so fondly named her, Mathias and Crow discussed the day’s events, eating the very hard and chewy gummy worms they stole from Aaron’s ‘secret’ stash, but everyone knew about it.
“I have to be completely honest here, Crow, but Artemis is creeping me out…a lot,” Mathias confessed as he took another chomp of the sugar coated candy, chewing furiously in an upset manner.
Crow nodded as the candy stuck to her teeth. “Yeah…no doubt. And of course she couldn’t just save the cat from Owen and accept the praise, she had to lord it over and say that it was mere petty work. Like c’mon. Owen is pretty much scarred for life. He hasn’t come out of his room since breakfast.”
Mathias rolled his eyes, taking another bite. “Yeah, cause he’s a wussy.”
“HEY! I heard that Matty! And I’ll have you know, I! AM! THE! VICTEEEM!”
“Shut up Owen!” a voice called out.
“Go back to your corner!” another yelled. “Nobody likes you!”
“No, YOU shut up! I am forever scared for my life!” he shouted back. Mathias and Crow just listened at the bottom of the stairwell, looking indifferent to the yelling that was taking place.
They waited till silence settled in once again.
“Anyways, as I was saying,” Crow continued on, “I really am not getting good vibes from this girl. She seems stuck up, sort of. She seems like….” She tapped her chin, trying to think of the word.
“Cocky?” Mathias suggested.
“No, that’s not it.”
“Snotty?”
“Sort of, but not really.”
“Pigheaded?”
“No.”
“Gnome-ish?”
“N- What the hell?” Crow asked incredulously toward her sanest friend.
Mathias shrugged. “Hey, Owen’s been rubbing off on me…Wait, speaking of which, I still have to go kick his ass,” he mused out loud as he rubbed the back of his sore head.
“Well anyways, I think she acts like she’s more in charge here in a way. Authority and snootiness seem to just emanate off her wherever she goes.”
Mathias thought for a moment. “So…you’re calling her a heinous bitch who acts like a stuck up princess?”
Crow looked over at his friend once more. “Matt… Okay, when you go to kick Owen’s ass, bring me with you. He’s influencing your mind! He’s making you start thinking and talking like him!”
“It’s the gnome’s fault, I swear! It knocked some part of my brain to fall into the pits of fiery idiocy! Help me! I don’t want to die!” he begged his friend, grabbing for her wrists desperately. Crow’s eyes widened.
“It’s too late! It’s already taken effect!” She got up, grabbed the bag of gummy worms and made a mad dash for her room, hearing Mathias call after her.
“Crow! Come baaaa-haaack!”
“Go away!” came the distant reply.