Kidnapped|Book 4|A novel in the Blue Moon series| An Avengers fan fiction series|

3- The Lie He Hides Behind

Hey guys! 

Here's another chapter! I'm spoiling you guys so much right now, and I'm getting obsessed again, which consequently means my grades will drop. Whoopsie.... 

Name from adaptation for the day: 

Tony Stark = Mark Harvey 

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~Music~

Hello (Evanescence) (I just got addicted to them, and so many of their songs are so applicable) (the chapter title comes from a line from the song)

~about edits: I'll try to get up some edits up soon, but guys I'm SO BUSY right now!!!

Hope you like it!

*note: I changed the gift that Loki gave Thea. Now, it's a stuffed horse that looks like Stjarna. I just wanted his and Jack's gifts to be totally different. sorry for the change!

Chapter Three

 

~Thea's POV~

 

My birthday had fallen on Columbus Day, which means that I have school the next day. After Loki had left, I had stumbled into the bathroom to shower and then tossed and turned in my bed until two in the morning.

This morning, I only get up after Max knocks on my door twice. I have to literally drag myself out of bed and into the bathroom. When I look into the mirror, I see that my eyes are red from fatigue, and surrounded by dark bags. Thankfully, my hair is blonde again, but it's tangled and messy, as if I had just come back from a windy day at the beach.

I change into jeans and a loose orange sweater before walking into the kitchen. Kyle's already dressed and in there, making omelets.

"You look like a zombie," says Kyle, handing me a plate of eggs (cheese and ham), "Why couldn't you sleep?"

"I don't know," I mumble, inwardly groaning about Kyle's observation skills.

"Well eat up, get some energy in you."

The food helps, but not much, so I walk across the hallway to Kyle's place, and make myself a cup of coffee. I usually try not to consume a lot of caffeine, because it heightens my temper and therefore my power, but today is a necessity.

As usual, Jack is waiting for me at the street corner, next to a little book store. He's hopping up and down, his backpack bouncing on his shoulders. His earbuds are in, and I can hear the music emanating from back here.

"You're going to go deaf," I say.

Jack takes out one of his earbuds and grins at me, "Nah. You look tired by the way, did you have bad dreams?"

"No," I say, which is technically true. My nightmare had been while I was conscious, "I just couldn't sleep."

"Sorry," he says as we walk down the street. The school is only a fifteen minute walk from here, "On the upside, we just came back from a long weekend, so the teachers might not give us too much homework."

"If we're lucky," I say.

Of course, because this is me, we're not.

Because the school is in a city, the building is pretty tall. It's brick, which looks slightly weird because it's surrounded by steel office plazas. Also, the eighth grade is in the high school, because of the advanced classes that are offered, which, when I had started here, made things extremely stressful.