“It is Japanese it means victory.” Dakota nodded, “I’m not sure what mine means, probably something average” They shrugged. Well this conversation was awkward, Dakota wished Adams were here… they would know how to get the convo moving and talk to people. Dakota’s specialty wasn’t talking it was drawing and painting. “My favorite color is purple what about yours?” Dakota peeled the pepperoni from their pizza, “Blue, definitely blue.” They answered, “So are you new or?”
@bpalmer - Katsu
“Can I? Or perhaps you’re just crazy, like me.” Kacie smiled, “My name is Kacie. Nice to meet you Eugenia! Is Mama Odie your mom?” She took another bite of her food, took another drink and looked at the snake, “Aw, she’s so cute, what’s her name?”
@Ouijaloveletters ~ Eugenia - Sorry it’s so short! 
“You’re definitely not crazy.” Eugenia said, Maggie nodding along. Eugenia asked if Mama Odie was her mom, and she nodded. “Yep! She created me herself.” She chirped, not realizing how odd that sounded. “My name is Magnolia, but you can call me Maggie!” Maggie said. If snakes could smile, she’d definitely be doing that now. “”Who’s your parent?” Eugenia asked.
@Bluecookies - Kacie
Kacie laughed, “So, talking to an angel and devil on your shoulder is normal where you’re from? An angel and devil only you can see?” Kacie nodded, “Created? That’s a…unique way of saying born.” Kacie then smiled, “Nice to meet you Maggie!” Kacie set her drink down, “His name is Kronk and my mother’s name is Birdwell.”
@Ouijaloveletters ~ Eugenia
Maggie and Eugenia blinked. “Like…your conscious? Or a literal angel and devil?” Maggie asked, flicking her tongue. “Maybe both. Voodo magic? I’ve been there. There was that time that Mama accidentally turned me into a crawfish That was…interesting.” Eugenia said, Maggie facetailing. “Then I almost ate you.”
@Bluecookies - Kacie
Kacie nodded, “Yea, I can actually see them on my shoulders, if that’s what you mean.” Kacie smirked, “Voodoo, huh? Potions and transfiguration is the kind of magic where I’m from.” Kacie giggled, “A crawfish, huh? Can’t say I’ve seen that one. I’ve seen llamas, whales, turtles, birds, cats, cows, lizards, gorillas, ostriches, and an octopus!”
@Ouijaloveletters ~ Eugenia
“Is this a kink?” Haldir tightened the vines, “Want to say any other thing Wei-Ming?” Haldir arched a brow. “What do you think, should I make the vines hotter?” He grabbed a fork and leaned in closer to Wei Ming, “Yes… or no?” Haldir look at the fork he was holding, “Say what should I do with it?” He placed the fork right below Wei Ming’s eyes. This was the most he has talking with someone who wasn’t a relative, surprising.
“A ‘creature’ for sure.” Wei Mumbled, "Are you two related? " He asked, if they were… all Haldir needed to do was collect a drop of blood from Wei Ming and this would make finding out the ‘he’ even easier. “What the f+ck did you want me to say? F+cking S? !” Wei lashed, Haldir glared “Remember who am I, child.” Haldir said. “Why don’t we make a deal , pretty boy.” Wei Ming said with venom in his voice, “No”
@eunoia - Wei Ming
“Wow, all that? That sounds like voodoo to me…oh, wait. Transformation potions?” Maggie asked, tilting her head. “Wow! That’s a lot! If you’re interested in transfiguration, you need to meet Mama Odie. She’d love you. Well, she pretty much loves everyone. Except for that crazy shadow man…” Eugenia said, shuddering.
@Bluecookies - Kacie
Back of the school / Sonny
Autumn blushed and played with her fingers, “Um, well, I actually don’t know how to…kiss. I’ve never kissed anyone, especially…” Autumn would’ve said once again that she had never done anything romantic with anyone, especially another girl, but she didn’t want to make Sonny feel bad so she just trailed off that sentence. When she did her thing, Autumn felt Sonny’s heart beat fast she couldn’t be sure, but she guessed it could’ve been from when she placed their hand on her chest and she did the same. When it finally slowed down, there was a moment when both of their hearts seemed to beat together, as one. Autumn smiled softly at that thought and at seeing Sonny smile at the feelings of comfort and serenity.
Autumn kept spiraling out of worry until Sonny squeezed her hand and agreed that the last ability wasn’t a good idea, this brought Autumn back to the present and she blushed, shaking her head when Sonny called her amazing. “No, no, I’m just plain old, Autumn. Oh, um, you’re welcome! Also, about those memories you don’t want to share? Don’t. I trust that if you don’t want me to know, that it’s for my own good and that you have a good reason!” She said smiling softly. Autumn understood, she had her own thoughts and feelings that she didn’t want to share with Sonny, like the fact that they’ll have to “break-up” because she knew she wasn’t good enough. That she wasn’t good enough for Sonny’s mother, that she couldn’t compete with any other demigoddesses who came before and the ones who’ll eventually come after. Perhaps she should find a way to end this “relationship” early to save Sonny the heartache, but she didn’t want to hurt her either!
While all these thoughts swirled around in Autumn’s head, a single tear slowly trickled down her rosy cheek. She hated herself, for even thinking of the heartbreak she’ll cause Sonny. She knew that no amount of hot chocolate, good books, or time in Sweatertown would fix the pain she’d cause, but she also knew that it was exactly what she would do anyway, like she always does when she feels sad and just wants to get away.
@ethereal ~ Sonny - I’m sorry that this post is a roller coaster, but Autumn (like Colden has said) is just a little ball of fragile emotions and only wants to take care of everyone else.
| Ace LaBouff || Kingdom Management & History || Clone |
Tristan nodded in acknowledgement at Ace’s comment. He had to agree - his brother was a waste of time. He was too busy studying to be in a relationship. And while Tristan would be bold to assume Isaiah would have a serious relationship with a teacher as opposed to a hook-up, he knew his brother well enough to know Isaiah would never have one. Though, even Tristan had to admit that Isaiah did have one thing going for him: he was next in line to be King. That was more than Tristan had. And one of the main reasons women were interested in him was his next-in-line-ness.
“With me around, it’ll be…pretty much impossible.”
Tristan noticed Ace’s smug tone. For a brief moment, he wondered if saying what he was thinking was a set up for loss, but the cowardly thought was pushed away. “Well in that case,” Tristan spoke in a voice that was even more confident than Ace’s. “How about a friendly wager. Whoever gets her number first wins. Loser has to set up their date tonight with the winner.” He ended his proposal with his classic smirk. “We start when school ends today, that way you have time to form a game plan. I know I already have mine in mind.”
[size=“3”]@ethereal - Ace Lanceton LeBouff
| Azziz Van Helsing || Outside || Clone || Good Example - Andy Grammar & R3HAB ||
“Would you… Consider, possibly… Helping me live?” Peregrin stared with his eyes wide open for a moment. “I’m sorry… that’s your question? I…” Peregrin ran his fingers through his hair before continuing, “Could you… explain how I would ‘Help you live?’ Because as far as I’m concerned the main part of living is breathing and you seem to be doing that just fine.” His reply was slightly rude, Peregrin had to admit, but he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to respond to that.
“Did you just say near death experiences? What- How often do you get into those, exactly?” To say Peregrin was scared would be over-statement. If anything, he was curious. He wasn’t a stranger to fighting and he had to admit he was interested in hearing the boy’s explanation.
Peregrin smirked at his response. “Don’t worry; my dad won’t be showing up anytime soon. Just make sure you don’t confuse me with any old white-chested falcon because I will not be very impressed.”
He wasn’t totally sure how he felt about his ominous response. “You can just tell me. I won’t get mad. Falcons are hunters, too. People have to eat somehow, right? And it’s not like many hunters go around shooting falcons.” Peregrin wasn’t sure why the boy was hiding something. Well, other than the fact that they literally just met, but Peregrin had been nothing but honest.
Peregrin raised an eyebrow. Only acquaintances? It wasn’t a very familiar term. “Nah,” Peregrin brushed off the offer. “Too long and too hard to spell. How about friends instead?”
@eunoia - Azziz Van Helsing
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Ariadne was surprised by the embrace, but also melted into it a little. “I’m sorry for lying. I-I’ve been scared.” With every circle traced, she felt more… Safe with the topic. Ari could feel Valentina lightly shake her head, “It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s all going to be okay." She whispered. Ari felt… She didn’t even know the emotion. Yes she’s been told it was “going to be okay” before, but never for anything emotional like this… Except for when her mom had passed. But “emotional” wasn’t her lingo, she grew up with two… A brother most of her life for heaven’s sake! “My father is Eros. I’m a cupid and…" Oh, so she knew the whole time. "I could sense that. Your feelings. I’m so sorry this world has made you feel like you have to bottle them up. But I want to assure you that’s the reason I know. And I’m not going to tell it to anyone. That’s your choice when you’re ready.” Ariadne felt the shift, though Valentina never let go. “And I won’t try to match you with a girl if you aren’t ready. I promise.” Ariadne nodded. “Not yet, at least.” She said, lacing a light hearted joke around it. “Thank you for telling me, and again don’t be sorry.” Ariadne knew that… Or at least she was trying to know it. She wiped a tear from Ariadne’s cheek. “You don’t owe me-or anyone anything, love.” “Yeah, oh, okay.” Ariadne confirmed, more to herself than Valentina. Ariadne gently pulled away, taking a step back. She gave one big snuffle, and started wiping her eyes with her arms. “Yeah, umm, sorry for the umm, breakdown though.” She said, twisting her wrist to motion towards her body. “I don’t, umm, really talk about this.” She sorta felt embarrassed. Because first, she never took the time to talk about it. And second, she was talking about it. “Sorry, about… Saying sorry again.” She said, as one random stray tear made it’s way out somehow. “I also, just, just wanted to say thank you.” She looked at her feet. “The beginning was a little awkward… And weird, but… Nobody growing up…” She looked up, into Valentina’s eyes. “I really had, no one to talk to… Especially this kind of stuff, I guess.” She said, being dead honest… Most of whomever she had felt she could talk to her dead. “It’s just… Weird, I guess.”
@ethereal - Valentina : How are all your post so beautiful? I- so pretty 
| also can’t wait to see Ari come out to Elliot lol
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[color= #585858]The lad tightened the vines. At least I’m ruining his mood. “Want to say any other thing Wei Ming?” Wei watched that evil sculpted brow arch. “What do you think, should I make the vines hotter?” Wei squinted his eyes slightly, focusing on -what he thought- was the right guy. He shook his head no, watching him pick up his fork. “Say what should I do with it?” Wei watched the fork, that was now Infront of him, for a good ten seconds. “Wash it?” she suggested. “It’s been through a bit, literally.” He said through a raspy voice. [/color]
[color= #585858]“Are you two related?” Wei was interested in the Lads curiosity. ”You know what they say, curiosity killed the cat… Or in this case the cats friend." Wei Ming wanted to see curiosity take over, so, he entertained the question. ”It’s entirely possible. But, as far as I know, he was… More on the… Hmm, wouldn’t want to make you jealous… Lover side?" Wei said. He lashed at Haldir’s next question, regretting it because of the splitting headache it caused. “Remember who am I, child” Mr Slim Shady Hair said, continuing on the “child” talk. Maybe that’s it, a degrading and a rough kink Hao thought. He calmed himself, asking for deal. “No” Wei frowned slightly. ”Come on, have some fu-" He just knew the lad could take that the wrong way, making unfun for Wei. ”Take a chance, play a game." He sat up, though it hurt. ”Just hear me out. Since, you’re curious as to he who haunts me, I’ll tell you bits, as so he doesn’t come to me, and with every bit I tell you, you can do that healy thing you mentioned." Wei offered. [/color]
[color= #585858] @Kristi - Haldir : should Wei have any permeant burns/ scarring? 
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Although Sivee was alien to the concepts of many things in Once Upon a High, it wasn’t hard for him to accept and embrace and adjust to them. Instead, what he couldn’t accept was the fact that he had to be here. Not that it was entirely a bad thing, but he was disappointed to learn that he was not going to learn directly from his mother and had to do it in what it seemed like a world away. But eh, if this was what it would take for him to become a good king, then so be it.
Sivee now found himself stuck to the simplest plate, eating it in peace alone when a stranger sat with him there. He was met with a big smile of what it seemed like a virus that influenced him to smile as well. The person’s aura was bubbly and light, almost resemblant to that of his father. Now that he thought about it, he wondered how such a serious woman even matched with such a goofy character.
“Well, hello, Kellan.” he greeted, putting his utensils down and wiping his mouth with the napkin on his lap. “Indeed, we haven’t. I’m fairly new to this place—” his eyes began to wander around the cafeteria. “—I can only count the people I’ve met so far.”
@ethereal
ten centuries later 
“Most people don’t ask if they’re making me feel uncomfortable, they could tell it from my face, unlike you. But when they realize I’m uncomfortable they start feeling uncomfortable too and the whole thing is awkward. That’s why I don’t like sitting with people. If every interaction you got was uncomfortable you would also start questioning wether being in company for the sake of not being lonely is worth it. I hate how people assume I’m lonely just because I’m alone so they invite themselves and just decide to solve my problem. They think they’re nice, but they don’t realise the problem is them.” I was quite bold with that, and if I hurt his feelings I would feel bad, but those words came out because of how many times something like this happened already so those words were already baked and set for the next person who does it which just so happened to be him. I did mean every single word of that, but I regretted the effect it would have on him, even before it happened I knew a comment like this, which was obviously about him and how much I dislike his actions … all of this even before he said anything important about himself. But I wasn’t going to apologize if he doesn’t start crying, and if I hurt his feewings so much that he has to cry, he’s getting called a baby because only babies would cry to that to the point of me apologizing.
“Wash it?” Haldir was confused but of course didn’t show, instead he crossed his arms till holding the fork. “It’s been through a bit, literally.” Wei Ming said through a raspy voice, “And how or why should I wash it?” He arched a brow, “Also, I don’t think i’m quite done with the fork… won’t you agree?” He asked Wei Ming leaning closer, " I think I got a new … What was the word you use again?" Haldir’s icy blue one’s stared into Wei ming’s brown one’s “Right, kink for plucking out people’s eyes with a fork.” Haldir stared at his fork, “Though i’m not quite sure if I find that satisfying yet, you wouldn’t mind me trying it on you right?” Haldir said in a typical emotionless voice, though this time there was some amusement in his voice.
”You know what they say, curiosity killed the cat… Or in this case the cats friend ." Haldir took a sip of his drink, he wanted to say something like ‘satisfaction brought it back, or isn’t that the saying?’ but thought against it, this was the first time he had talk so much to someone who wasn’t his aunt or younger sister and he wanted to save his energy for what Wei would say next. ”It’s entirely possible. But, as far as I know, he was… More on the… Hmm, wouldn’t want to make you jealous… Lover side?" Haldir cocked his head as if to say ‘really?’ without actually vocalizing it.
”Come on, have some fu-" Haldir tapped the table with one finger and shook his head. ”Take a chance, play a game." Haldir stared at him, he raised a brow as if to say ‘why?’. Haldir crossed his legs and arms, he stared into the eyes of Wei Ming uninterested. “Convince me…” He finally vocalized.
”Just hear me out. Since, you’re curious as to he who haunts me, I’ll tell you bits, as so he doesn’t come to me, and with every bit I tell you, you can do that healy thing you mentioned." Haldir thought about it, “No- fine.” He said.
@eunoia - Wei Ming
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Clone
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Azziz puckered his lips as Falcon Boy stared. I probably should have worded that better. “I’m sorry… that’s your question? I…" Azziz waited, watching him glide his fingers through his hair. “Could you… explain how I would ‘Help you live?’ Because as far as I’m concerned the main part of living is breathing and you seem to be doing that just fine." Azziz planned out his words quickly, letting the words form around his ideas and outlines. “Correct, I can breathe fine. Let me start over. I…” Azziz tongue tied himself. He knew the words he wanted to say, but couldn’t. He was asking a stranger for heaven’s sake. He cleared his throat. "I didn’t have a… Proper, childhood and wanted to live it out again. He said in barely two breathes. “Feel free to decline. I just thought…” He looked up at the tree Falcon Boy was originally in. “If you’re still climbing trees for fun and not work, you might be able to help me.” He said, relieved it was almost over or but also awkward from the words he’d chosen again.
Falcon Boy sounded surprised, “Did you just say near death experiences? What- How often do you get into those, exactly?” Azziz briefly considered most people’s professions weren’t monster hunting. “I try and keep it minimal. Maybe…” He thought briefly. “A couple times every few months or so. It really doesn’t make any of them less scary though.” He added. They keep you on your toes, and give you a thrill also. He thought, not sure if the bird boy wanted to listen to any of his tales.
Peregrin smirked, giving Azziz a weird feeling in his stomach. Like when something grabs you by the shoulders, trying to drag into endless waterd. But this kind felt good, without the unsettling feeling of fear following the grab… And also nothing actually grabbed him. “Don’t worry; my dad won’t be showing up anytime soon. Just make sure you don’t confuse me with any old white-chested falcon because I will not be very impressed.” Azziz tried to give a smile back. “I don’t think you’re the forgettable kind… Human form or not.” Azziz said, already have memorized facial features and falcon markings.
“And it’s not like many hunters go around shooting falcons.” Azziz perked up slightly. He didn’t want to be in any vulnerable position. "It’s not really like that. He said, not exactly wanting to go into it. “It’s more of a… Uh… Safety job.” He said, already regretting adding that.
“Nah,” Azziz slightly slouched, a little surprised. He wasn’t sure if this was the kind of thing you reply to or let fade to silence. “Too long and too hard to spell. How about friends instead?" Azziz brows flew up slightly. “Definitely… I mean, yeah sure.” He said, mentally checking off “make friend” of his bucket list.
@Skyler2 - Peregrin
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Rylan always thought blushing was adorable. And since Asa was already adorable, the pink color dusting his cheeks made him look really cute. Rylan felt nervous now, his heartbeat quickening as he quickly looked away from Asa’s cheeks so he wouldn’t notice. Though that didn’t mean he wasn’t listening. “I really like velociraptors,” Rylan’s interest immediately returned and his head involuntarily whipped around because he really wanted to see the velociraptors. “Those are my favorite,” he mumbled under his breath, gruff and excited at the same time. So quiet it would be hard to hear. Meanwhile, Shelldon remarked, “Oh, those are Rylan’s favorite.” Rylan wanted to smack him for making Asa aware of this, but he didn’t deny it. They all looked so cool and realistic-outlined in colorful pens, posing differently, baring their teeth. Wow.
Shelldon blew on his the back of his hand to dry the bled-out green ink-“Nah, I don’t think you could beat this,” he joked to Asa-the tortoise was lopsided, and almost looked crushed, but he was still content with it. He pulled up his sleeve over the drawing, returning the cap to the pen. “You mentioned the story and I guess I just assumed they were your parents,” Asa said, kind and calm. Rylan felt embarrassed-he’d forgotten when they did that. “Yup, that’s dad and…dad,” Shelldon said, nodding smirkily and pretending he hadn’t just made a mistake. “We’re adopted, obviously.” Asa looked as embarrassed, though Rylan now looked relieved Asa hadn’t kept up with the races-this probably meant he didn’t know about his past, his accident, and his losses. Good, he thought to himself, staring at Asa and feeling bad he looked so embarrassed. “Nothing special anyways,” he got out, eating his food. Shelldon glared at him, looking upset he’d said this. Rylan thought it might make Asa feel better, but really it made him look like a pessimist who had just insulted his parents.
Both were happy to hear Asa had a nice father-“Your mom’s the one who separated you two then?” Rylan asked, and then instantly regretted it-why did he just say whatever was on his mind? Shelldon sent him another glare-a warning one this time. “He sounds like such a cool dad.” He said loudly, trying to cover up his brother’s mistake. And sh-t, now Asa was crying. Shelldon and Rylan were horrible with this…emotional people. They glanced at each other-they had no idea what to do, but they liked Asa and wanted to help. Shelldon patted him on the back, “Hey, hey, it’s okay, don’t cry…” He said in between pats. “Or…do cry…We won’t judge you,” Rylan added gruffly and quietly, feeling this was somehow all his fault.
Rylan stared at Asa, trying to manage a somewhat compassionate face. He didn’t really understand how Asa felt, but he didn’t like seeing him hurting. Meanwhile, Shelldon pulled out his planner-dark green with a leather like crocodile skin for the cover. He opened it, flipping to the page with his and Rylan’s schedules as Asa wiped his eyes. “Oh, here, do you want this?” Shelldon offered him an unused napkin to wipe his eyes. “Alright, here are mine, Advanced Mathematics…” he let out a small, hardly noticeable shudder for some reason, “Advanced Literature, Villain History, Advanced Chemythstry, Advanced Dark Magic, Art, Robotics, and Languages and Cultures.” He went through these fairly quickly, “And Rylan has, Mathematics, Literature, Villain History, Chemythstry, Dark Magic, Choir, Culinary, and then Logic.” He read Rylan’s classes because even though Rylan hadn’t directly told him, he knew his brother would be sour and embarrassed to read them on his own.
Rylan stared at Asa, trying to manage a somewhat compassionate face. He didn’t really understand how Asa felt, but he didn’t like seeing him hurting. Meanwhile, Shelldon pulled out his planner-dark green with a leather like crocodile skin for the cover. He opened it, flipping to the page with his and Rylan’s schedules as Asa wiped his eyes. “Oh, here, do you want this?” Shelldon offered him an unused napkin to wipe his eyes. “Alright, here are mine, Advanced Mathematics…” he let out a small, hardly noticeable shudder for some reason, “Advanced Literature, Villain History, Advanced Chemythstry, Advanced Dark Magic, Art, Robotics, and Languages and Cultures.” He went through these fairly quickly, “And Rylan has, Mathematics, Literature, Villain History, Chemythstry, Dark Magic, Choir, Culinary, and then Logic.” He read Rylan’s classes because even though Rylan hadn’t directly told him, he knew his brother would be sour and embarrassed to read them on his own.
Rylan kept blushing and looking all prideful as Asa blushed too, thanking him. He felt very straight-faced in that moment, despite the small smile that tugged on his lips. He looked puzzled, though, “You’d do that? No, you don’t have to make me another one.” He looked fondly at the other one in his hands. He didn’t want Asa to have to do any more work for him, but he still didn’t know where to put it. I guess I’ll just put it in my binder for now, he thought, leaning away from Asa and trying to find it. His backpack was pretty messy and it kinda hurt to be in such an awkward position but he didn’t want Asa to see. Finally, he pulled out the brown plastic book, balled up pieces of paper falling out of his backpack. He slid the paper very gently into the plastic, making sure it wouldn’t get dented or folded. He narrowed his eyes into slits as he did this, focusing on nothing else.
Shelldon looked excited, “Ooh, picture,” He pushed himself over to Rylan and gave him bunny ears, sticking his tongue out at the camera and closing both eyes [ 
] while Rylan held up the binder, shyly looking away from the camera, though he kept his smile as he proudly displayed the gift. Asa had really improved his day, and it was visible on Rylan’s normally stern face. It had been awhile since he’d met someone he could get along with so well, and he hoped it would stay that way and not get ruined like everything else.
@bpalmer - asa-bean : sorry this took so long!! i hope you like it tho, hehe
Tsuru sat down with a tray of food, setting their bag next to them on the floor. They began to eat their noodle, lost in their thoughts. Well, they’d managed to survive this long without bursting into tears, so that was good. The day was only half over though. There was still time, unfortunately. A voice piped up behind them, and they literally shrieked like a crane.
@Danielle318 - Zeya
She felt his arms close around her again, and she shifted to grab her backpack before leaving their food behind and heading for the boy’s dorms. She felt like sh-t wasting her food, especially if greasy food really did cure hangovers, but she felt too exhausted to care. She set her backpack on a couch as gently as she could before flopping down on his bed. “You cry if you need to, you’re safe it’s just me.” She felt him rubbing her back as she slouched, knuckles digging into her face, elbows propped up on her thighs. Cry. She’d been on the verge of tears all day, yet she hadn’t really cried. She hated crying. But maybe she should take some time to. More tears slid down her face and she began to sniffle too. For a while, she didn’t say anything, though when he offered to cook something, she did her best to crack half a smile. “Thanks, Rory.” Her stomach had been completely empty all day after she’d thrown up all last night’s food. She was hungry, but she was sniveling so much, eating would probably be impossible.
“I love you, sis.” “I…I love you too.” They sat there for a while as Lilliana cried, finally, though still as quietly as she could, almost as if she were afraid people would hear. After a moment or two, Lilliana removed her glasses, wiping off tiny droplets and setting them on her brother’s nightstand. Two streams of tears had slowly turned into one, then none. Her eyes were still wet, but she wasn’t crying anymore. Even though she trusted and loved him, crying still felt a bit uncomfortable. “Okay. Yesterday, I met this girl. She wanted to help me feel better her way, which ended the both of us at a bar in town.” She still couldn’t look at him. Everything appeared blurry as she spoke to a wall in front of her, which did make her feel better, no matter how unhealthy it was. “She introduced me some guys who bought us more drinks. Honestly, I can’t remember much after that. But I…I think I had s-x with one of them…and…” She shoved the note Arissa, the girl who she’d went to the bar with left her, into Rory’s hands. After givinfg him a couple seconds to read it, she snatched it back, red-faced. She just wanted to tear it up, but she couldn’t force herself to. The note read :
Congratsssssssss! You’re officially someone’s new side chick! Also, if there’s a bill in your mailbox in a few days, it’s totally not from anything I did.
She shook her head in disbelief, grimacing. “It gets worse, Rory. Someone, who I assume is a student at this school, knows. Some Faerie b-tch wrote about it on their blog and sent it to everyone at this sh-thole. She even put my f-cking name, and it’s only a matter of time before someone approaches me about it.” She spat out the words, sounding more infuriated than sad. “Good thing I got to tell you before you read it, too. Not that any of this is good.” Her fists clenched around the small scrap of paper. She regretted yesterday so much. But there was NOTHING she could do to take it back.
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