"I always thought that the first time I'd be on my knees I'd be praying..." I held my breath lowering myself to my knees in front of him,
"Then worship," he smirked, "what do you desire?"
Being loved by the king of Socrates Academy is haunting, espe...
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"So what does she have to do?" Blythe asks in my place as Martina fixes her stunned expression,
"Well, fuck I didn't think she'd actually agree to it!" She scoffs as Rune turns to whisper something to her and she smirks, "you've got balls new girl, now it's time to see if you can actually hit a home run."
"Don't go too hard on her," Blythe suggests tucking her hands into her navy blue winter coat. I adore Blythe's sense of fashion, it's so uniquely her. I often wish I had the same unwavering sense of identity.
"I go as hard as I deem necessary." Rune winks and I can see Niklaus narrowing his eyes at him from the kitchen.
"Must you always be so inappropriate?" Blythe hushed.
"Maybe I'm not being inappropriate and you just have a filthy mind." Rune laughs and so does Martina.
They seem close, I'll be sure to take advantage of that. But for now, I needed to get in the inner circle of what I'd now come to know as the core four. Minus Blythe of course, she is not a part of my mission and I'll do my best to leave her out of it.
"Darling Martina and I have decided that your first task will be to fetch the extended version of the communist manifesto by Karl Marx from the school library." Tune dictates with a menacing grin.
"Isn't that in the forbidden section?" I ask,
"Why?" Martina jabs, "are you scared, soviet?"
"That's far too dangerous, she could get suspended, you know the rules are strict on forbidden novels." Blythe warns folding her arms, "you guys know what happened last time..."
"This is different okay?" Rune interjected, "we're older, more experienced."
"Nadya's a smart girl, she could get away with it." Sade encourages.
"No need to speak in my favour Blythe." I consoled, "I'll do it."
"You wouldn't." A deep entrancing voice suddenly spoke beside me, Klaus.
"And why is that?" I challenge as he pins his eyes on me, fox-like and all-consuming. He's standing very close to me, once again using his height to assert himself, bastard.
