Y/N Nova Stone is starting her freshmen year at Belgrave University. She had no intention of being apart of two secret societies. All she wanted was to live a normal life with normal friends and classes, but I guess the universe had different plans...
I sat up in my seat as I waited to speak. "So, Orpheus wastes all of this time and energy going after her to try and justify their relationship," I said. Ms. Benson nodded. She grabbed her crutches and walked back and forth. "And then he finds Facebook pics of Eurydice and her ex drinking Caipirinhas in Costa Rica. Just like magic," our professor joked.
The class chuckled at her joke. Brandon mumbled to himself as he looked through his book, thinking that he had missed something. "Even if he got her back, things could never be the same. So, did any of it ever really mean anything?" Jack said. The two of us continued to get looks from the students. Some of them agreed while others kind of stared, very confused.
"So you wouldn't even try to save the person that you love?" Brandon asked.
"He's saying that at a certain point, you have to live your own life. Make choices for yourself and not everybody else," I responded.
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(Later That Day)
I stood next to Lilith, watching the Knights play Fooseball. I held a drink in one hand and my phone in the other. I was slowly getting used to the taste and smell of beer, but I still didn't like to drink a lot of it. "God dammit, Hamish," Randall said, rolling his eyes as Hamish missed. I helped Lilith move the ball to the other side of the board. "Kyle is a dead werewolf," Jack said, walking in.
"No, hello?" Randall said, "Rude." Jack and I made eye contact, I thought about our conversation last night. I still couldn't believe that Edward was his Father. "Where have you been?" Lilith asked.
"I told you I was being hunted by a necromancer," Jack said. "Oh," Lilith never looked up from the board. "Oh?" Jack scoffed, "She could see the future, she had an army of dead bodies, and she was trying to kill me!"
"Did she get you?" Randall asked, glancing up from the table. Jack crossed his arms and shook his head. "No, she didn't get me," he replied. Randall hit the plastic ball into the goal. He cheered, giving Hamish a high five, but Hamish reached for a fist bump. Hamish's smile faded.
Ups! Tento obrázek porušuje naše pokyny k obsahu. Před publikováním ho, prosím, buď odstraň, nebo nahraď jiným.
Hamish grabbed my beer, drinking the rest of it. "I wasn't finished," I said. "Too bad," Hamish said. I rolled my eyes and joined the second game. "Hamish got stabbed by a magic blade," I said, kicking the ball to the side.
"I know," Jack said. "Wound would not heal," Hamish added, stealing the ball from Lilith. "Thanks to your magic douche posse," she commented. I nudged her shoulder, laughing at her comment. "They're not my magic douche-posse," Jack denied, "and I told you how to fix it."
"You said," Randall sighed, "and I quote: It's brown."
"I can't tell if you guys are mad at me or not," Jack said, stepping back. "We're just happy you're home," Hamish said. I helped Lilith push the ball into the goal, earning us a winning point.
"Ha! Suck it! Three in a row!" Lilith teased, fist-bumping me. We walked into the living room, and Hamish poured more drinks. Jack sat down on the chair, resting his feet on the table. "Well, for what it's worth, it doesn't sound like The Order knows whose a wolf or how many there are. So we might be safe," Jack said. I sat on the couch with my legs stretched across. Randall walked over to me, glaring at me to move my feet. I rolled my eyes and sat up straight.
