" What's your favorite season?" I ask Xaden as he escourts me back from combat the following day.
He gives me a look mixed with confusion and hesitance. " Fall... You?"
" Spring."
He nods as he walks me back to my room.
The next day as he walks me back I ask what his favorite food was, again he gives me that look that he doesn't exactly wants to tell me but he always decides against it and tells me anyways. " I like Chocolate, especially chocolate cake with chocolate frosting."
I smirk, " I'm a chocolate lover myself, especially dark chocolate."
He looks back over at me, " You seem like one of those people."
" One of those people?"
He nods with a faint smirk, " Yea.. one of those..people."
" Please, go on.." I urge crossing my arms to look at him fully.
" I'll see you tomorrow. Pretty girl.." He answers back in a tone that's anything but sweet.
" Stop calling me that."
" Why? Mairi calls you it." Xaden says back crossing his arms to mirror me. " Am I not allowed?"
" No, your not."
He raises a single brow, his features tightening just a little in annoyance, " And..why not?"
" Because.."
" Because isn't an answer Fury."
" You have Fury and he calls me that nickname." I say finally.
He stays quiet for a moment before speaking again, " I'd gladly switch names with him if that means I'd get to call you pretty everyday."
I glare at him, though my body betrays me feeling like there's a million butterflies in my stomach. Instead I turn around going into my room not bothering to answer him.
Once I close the door I lean on it exhaling... I don't know how one could be so overly flirtatious and cold at the same time...
The day after that, we just got finished with a flight lesson with Xaden. I've noticed Rhys has been pretty quiet in my mind these last few days, which I don't know if I like or hate. He hasn't given me to many comments either, other then stop embarrassing him and hang on tighter...
We call it a day and decide to rest on a perch not to far away from the college. I slide off leanign against a rock, my stomach not deciding if it wants to throw up or not.
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The HalfBlood- FourthWing Fanfic
FanfictionFreya Sorrengail. The halfblood. Born different than her siblings she always stood out. Whether it was appearance or how she acted. When she gets thrown in the riders quadrant all she wants is to please her mother. But shes different. Everyone know...
