Don't Mess With Time

Chapter Twenty-Two

She needed to tell her if she was ever going to do anything about her feelings.

That had been last night.

Dot had been reminded of how Amber had reacted when Dede had spoken to her.

It was... eerily similar to say the least.

Anadil had denied it fervently and glared at Dot, looking like she wanted to curse her.

But when Hester had come into the room with her devious eyes alight with what could only be mischief and her mouth turned into a malicious smirk... Anadil had gone speechless as she watched the tattooed witch.

After that, she wouldn't even look at Dot.

She took that as a victory.

Of course it was a victory!

Anadil had feelings for Hester!

It was only cemented more when Hester laughed at a cruel joke Anadil had somehow been able to make (Dot wasn't sure how she'd managed it considering she had been tongue-tied for almost five minutes before hand) and Anadil had just watched her with her beady blood red eyes wide.

But as Anadil sat in the dorm room, all alone, she finally let out a growl.

She screamed into her pillow until she suddenly heard the door opening.

She looked up and saw a small form making their way in.

It was Amber.

She looked very frustrated and like she was going to punch something (or someone, both equally likely knowing her).

"What's up?" Amber asked.

She wanted to turn her thoughts away from Theresa and her stupid beautiful blue eyes.

Anadil was silent.

Amber took a second to consider.

Screaming into her pillow and not wanting to talk about it.

She recognized that.

Recognized it because that was how she herself was acting.

About Theresa.

About her horrible, frustrating, annoying crush on the heir of Camelot.

"You like Hester."

Anadil's head shot up and she stared at Amber with wide eyes.

"No I don't. Did Dot tell you?!"

Amber laughed at the contradiction her mother had just made.

"No, she didn't tell me."

"Then how do you know?"

Amber took a moment to consider.

Telling the truth was preferable to what she was about to say.

"Because you're acting like me."

Anadil looked confused and stared at Amber.

"I...," she took a deep breath and then forged ahead.

"I like someone too and this is how I have been... dealing."

She word dealing was laughable considering this was practically just burying her head in the sand and hoping her problem would go away.

Anadil stared at her with those blood red eyes that were almost the perfect match to Hilda's.

"Who?"

Amber would rather choke her own mother than tell her, but she forced herself to say it.

"Theresa."