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How dare he take what was ours? The three of us got to our feet as the screams in the hall increased. He threatens Arabella. Must protect her. Must get her back. Must keep her close. She’s ours, nobody else’s.
Yes, my aesthetic was mental illness; no, I didn’t want to talk about it.
My shoulders ached from carrying the weight of being the coolest person at the academy.
I was no man’s princess. However, I was a whore. Being a slut wasn’t a title, it was a lifestyle.
“Stop fondling me like a freak. And if you think I’ll act like your slave, then you need to be lobotomized. Actually—” She paused like she was thinking. “I recommend just preemptively euthanizing yourself. Your personality is messy, and I don’t see it improving.”
“Don’t be such a man,” I mocked. “It’s ruining our friendship.”
“Why are you staring at me with mopey eyes? Buck up and get ready for the games, cannibal.” Jinx looked over at me with disdain.
Each day last week I’d woken up and said my morning affirmation: “I am the victim.”
Mentally, I was a slut. Physically, I was terrified of intimacy. Spiritually, I didn’t like men.
My new aesthetic was cozy, drug-dependent swamp monster. Not to brag, but I nailed the look.
“No worries, sun god bless your family.” I gave the stranger a friendly salute. “May you all die young and never know the gods personally.”
Malum spoke, and his voice was the deepest I’d ever heard it. “Get your hands off our girl.”
Physically, I was hideous. Mentally, I was worse. Spiritually, I was a slut.
“Go to sleep, my little dictator.”
I scoffed, “Why does everyone keep calling me little? I’m six four in heels.” He chuckled, and the sound vibrated through his chest. “Sure you are.” I felt safer than I had in my life as I drifted off against him. “I literally am.” A bicep flexed against my side like Luka was trying to show off his muscles. “Whatever you want to believe, Your Highness.”
I’d said it before, and I’d say it again: men were deranged, and they should all be shot. On sight. No questions asked.
“Can you two stop embarrassing me?” Jinx snapped her fingers in my face. “Seriously, people are looking, and I’m tired of being asked if my mothers are lunatics.”
