I'm Unmatchable. The words echo in my head for a moment, but when it stops, I realize that that makes sense. They don't have her genetics.
"Oh..." My voice trails off; I'm not sure what to say. "Did you... tell anyone?"
"I told Keefe. But I'm scared to tell Fitz, because then—then we'll be a Bad Match." She sounds repulsed, and for a moment, I'm annoyed. But then I realize she's disgusted at the system; not at the prospect of being a Bad Match. "And his family's golden legacy will be ruined, by me. Or he'll... break up with me."
Their golden legacy? Not so golden right now. I shake my head. Shut up, brain, thanks.
"Have you tried asking Mr. Forkle?" I ask. "Maybe he can—"
"I've already tried. He told me it's not the time for Matchmaking scrolls, and that I have to focus on the Neverseen, and 'it's not a matter of whether I deserve it or not.'"
"Oh," I say dumbly. Because that actually makes sense—but I'm not sure if that's what Sophie wants to hear.
"I mean—I guess it does make sense. I got distracted, and now Keefe's hurt, and we have to deal with Seraph." She looks frustrated. "But I don't want—" And then Sophie stops, realizing that she's ranting to me. "Ah... sorry."
"N-No, it's okay. You do deserve a normal life." I hesitate. "Once this is all over, you'll get that. Hang in there, okay?"
"Hopefully," Sophie mumbles. She shakes her head and stands. "Hey, Dex, I think I need to let Mr. Forkle know what happened. I transmitted to him earlier and he wants the memory, so he's at Havenfield right now."
There's an awkward pause after that; I'm waiting to see if she's going to ask me if I want to come, and I think she's waiting to see if I'm going to ask if I can come.
Both of us stay quiet, so I let it go. "Okay, good luck, then."
"Thanks. I'll talk to you later?"
I nod. "Talk to you later." She leaves the room, and I can hear her and Elwin exchanging a few sentences before their conversation subsides.
I glance at Keefe. He doesn't look like he's waking up soon, and Elwin still needs to apply the balm to stop his shoulder's soreness, most likely.
I'll come back later. I stand, smooth out the cot's sheets, and go home.
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She calls me at 3 PM.
The triplets didn't prank me when I got back, which was, on one hand, great, because my hair isn't a neon pink. But on the other hand, that makes it so that I keep thinking.
About Keefe, about Seraph, about Sophie, about Fitz.
About Rosaleen.
My Imparter buzzes, and I quickly sit up from hanging upside down on my bed, before checking the hailer. Rosaleen Ellis. Accept or decline?
I accept, and her face pops up on the screen. "Dex?"
"Rosaleen—hi—!" My words come out scattered and I wince. She really caught me off-guard. "How are you... doing?" I want to take it back the moment I say it.
What do I mean, "How are you doing?" I just saw her a few hours ago.
She smiles awkwardly. "I-I'm good. How about you...?"
"Also good."
"And your friend?"
"He's hanging in there. Elwin said he was conscious about thirty minutes ago, and Sophie's checking on him right now." I pause. "How's your cut?"
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FanfictionDex Dizznee was used to being overlooked. And everyone was used to taking him for granted. It was simply how his world worked, and he didn't know it any other way. Until someone new treats him right. Together, they go on a vengeant mission to destro...
