Short: Greenest Hypocritical

[This is the ninth short in the Order of Polly. To start from the beginning, you can click this! If you want to read more about the series, you can do here!]

Miss Nola Nessen was quietly the most mature member of her house. She had an elegant demeanour and dressed accordingly. Her hair was always done up, clothes always clean and tidy. The problem was that all of this made her aloof to everyone else. They involved her, they were friends after all, but she made things more difficult than they needed to be. Not through lack of good will though; Nola-caused agitation was usually due to her trying to do something good, however it was only in the way she thought fit.

This attitude was reflected in most other things she did though. She was assertive in classes, quick to demonstrate why she was right and others were quite obviously wrong. At best it came off as confidence-led insightfulness, though at worse it seemed to be patronising, much to the ire of most people she met. Her organisation was impeccable and she could attune herself to anything deemed worth doing quicker than most people would take to decide if they wanted to do it or not. Nola was a bright spark, but she only lit up rooms that no-one was using.

Her ability to make friends though came easily, despite all of this. Perhaps in spite, she never could work that out for sure. Her decisiveness guaranteed that people would follow her word, if they stuck around long enough to listen, and after a while the people who followed her just got used to the way she did things. Why not? It’s not like they were ever wrong. Every so often, the odd comment out of place, but she was right and in the end, there was little to argue against. Issues in the house got resolved quickly, but then that would happen simply because the people she lived with she called friends.

Sophie was the one she liked the most. A little too happy a little too much of the time, but she did what she said she would and Nola respected her for that. More so, Sophie was organised and that Nola particularly liked. They got on well, often showing interests in each other’s studies, TV shows and general reading. So much so they’d agree on a set amount of a book to read so that the next time they spoke, they could discuss it before continuing. They even had an agreement that if one of them simply couldn’t bear reading it any more, they’d stop.

Then there was Emmie. Nola quickly realised after meeting her that Emmie was her exact opposite. Loud, brash and unrelentingly unreserved, there would have to be some give-and-take for both of them to be happy, but it so happened that they were able to agree on these things. Nola didn’t think much of Emmie’s beau-du-jour, but it was her life and she’d already lectured her on the matter several times to understand it wasn’t going to matter saying it any more times. They gave each other a laugh and Nola was happy for it.

Of course both of them paled in comparison to the feelings Nola had towards Polly Danton. Nola liked Sophie and she appreciated Emmie, but Polly…Polly disgusted her. There was not one facet of her character that she liked or appreciated any more. She used to, of course, but no more. She watched as Polly became more and more self-indulgent in her own stupidity, gazing wearily at the world as if it would answer back perfectly only to her. Of course it often did, which was why Nola particularly disliked Polly. Her luck was so absurd Nola thought it unfair and unjust. Why her?

Precisely, Nola’s problem with Polly was that she was jealous, of everything. Polly would effortlessly look stunning, whilst it would take her more time than she could afford. Polly sailed through in her work and took it for granted, whilst she had to maintain her composure if she wanted to get anything complete to the level of execution that she demanded of herself. Polly would get the attention simply because she was “mysterious” and “cool”, whilst she was a known entity and saw nothing of it. Polly, Polly, Polly. What had Polly actually done of note? Why help Polly when she needed assistance? Why was Polly so damned lucky when she was not?

The friendship they had held such a strong bond. They enjoyed doing most things together. Heck, they’d even do the house shopping saving Emmie and Sophie the dull experience! Then things seemed to shift. Somewhere along the line, that first summer at university. The easy-going openness was replaced with a reclusive angst and anxiousness. Nola could not stand it at all. Joint shopping ceased. Drop-in conversations ceased. All conversation ceased. Nola could feel the dead air in any room Polly occupied and did not know what to do with it. She tried to help, at first, but it was waved away. “I’m fine” she’d respond with and that was that.

Over time, Nola grew more and more resentful. What would turn someone like that? Why wouldn’t they talk about it? Why wouldn’t they accept help? It was a futile situation and Nola knew the only way to deal with them. So she did just that. She turned her back.

Since that point, she relished every single damn opportunity to spill some blood. The attacks were heavy, but she relished it. It was the first time she truly felt that her emotions went unchecked, but she enjoyed it. It was a way she could be herself without being herself. Sophie and Emmie took a step back; they had already been won over to her way of thinking, but they were still willing to talk to Polly. Of course, they knew as well as Nola why she did it. It was so simple, but then these things always are. The bitterness of the words, the tears caused and the resentment that they both had was for one aim; she desperately wanted her friend back.

[To the next entry: They’re Flirting Again]

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