Sterling

-Chapter 22-

Chapter 22- Nebulochaotic

(Neb-You-Lo-Chaotic)

Adjective | Meaning:

A state of being hazy and confused

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Previously on Sterling...

(P.S. Keep your eye out for clues below)

"Wait so what exactly happened again?" Max asked me repeatedly on the events that occurred at lunch...

"We were invited to a teenage party, where we will most likely play stereotypical games such as spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven and beer pong" I spelled out to Max. I looked over my shoulder to see Max's face in disgust from the idea of a party. "It'll be fun! Don't fret" I reassured him...

"Everyone remember the plan. We can't afford screw ups" I ordered everyone as we pulled into the packed party...

My drink had fallen to the floor, the clear liquid was now being worn by the not so clean tiles. Whipping my head back I paused in shock as familiar giant green eyes stared back at me, a sly smile gracing her face. Flora. The bítch from the bathroom. That sounded a lot worse than it was...

'Max? Are you there...? Anyone?' I called out, hoping to get a response. The connection barely evident as I reached desperately. I could feel a wave of dread flow over me, slowly each nerve in my body heated and perked up in worry. Did they kill Max?...

Taking deep breaths I close my eyes and open them again slowly before backing away. The hairs on the back of my neck immediately shot up. Before me stood around a dozen Floras, each glaring at me with a wicked smile. I felt like I was completely out of my body, just an observer to how insane the situation is right now...

I couldn't focus enough to use my vampire speed and instead decided to run with human speed before I saw a crowd of Flora's dancing with each other. Everyone in the party was now replaced with a Flora. Twerking and drinking against each other, two were locked lips with evident tongue as Flora was making out with herself and very obviously sliding a hand up her own dress...

I forced all of the anger out of me; All of it flushed out of my body and took the physical form of a inferno that sizzled the man. His clothing now charred off. Getting a better look at his face I froze. His face seemed to act as a mask. His skin slowly melted off his face; to reveal another face underneath he fell to the ground in defeat. I stood frozen as a familiar pastel blue eye stared back at me...

The rounded eyes peered at me through a crack between the file boxes, watching my every movement. Spinning around I was met with a hard fist pounding against my cheek. All I saw after that was black...