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What I did… running away from your Bonded, the people fated to be with you, that isn’t something that happens a lot. Or ever, really. Running away from the people that complete your soul, only a fucking crazy person would do that. I am that crazy person.
I'm a stubborn girl, the quickest way to get me digging my heels in is to throw those sorts of insults at me.
I definitely don't have an eight-pack. I have a little pouchy tummy that says I enjoy chocolate too much when I'm hormonal and let me tell you, I'm not ever giving it up for a flat stomach. Nope.
Gryphon is scowling and grumpy looking, the scar running through his eyebrow standing out even more. He looks exactly like his photo, right down to the frown.
Nox just keeps staring at me like I'm the worst thing that has ever happened to him. And, fuck, maybe I am, but at least I won't be the worst thing to ever be unleashed on the entire population of the country.
He and Nox look very similar, all dark eyes and pitch-black hair. North’s is cut short and styled perfectly, where Nox’s is longer and curling softly around his cheeks.
His eyes narrow at me in a glare and he mumbles, "Cold-hearted fucking bitch." Yeah, that's totally me. So cold that I ran away from the people fated to love me to try to stop the end of the freaking world as we know it. Total fucking bitch.
Better to be hated and alive, better to be in pain than a murderer, better to be alone and safe.
He’s so… normal. Scarily so, he just flirts with me and takes an interest in my life, as if we’re two normal people meeting for the first time and not Bonds with a shit-ton of baggage.
Fuck. Fuck me sideways, upside down, and twice on Sundays.
Someday, once I’ve gotten really freaking far away from this place and my Bonds, I’m going to send North a letter and tell him exactly what type of utter fucking asshole he really is. I’ll do it in my best penmanship, on proper stationery, because I feel like that shit would cut him even more, the freaking psychopath.
“I’m going to work this attitude out of you, you know. You’ll break before the end of the day, I’m sure.” God, probably. I’ll be lucky to last ten minutes, but I don’t give him the satisfaction of saying so. I just wait for him to start directing me.
My lip curls and I'm about to rip him a new asshole when the door opens and in walks Gryphon.
The high road is definitely not for me and walking it just might kill me.
Gabe drives like he’s ready to die and that’s something I can get behind.
Vivian switches up my sets and once again destroys my will to live.
He grunts at me, “I’m a mandatory reporter for students in crisis, don’t say that shit around me because I’d rather not have to fill out all of that paperwork, kid.” I grin at him and shrug, feigning sheepishness. “Got any teachers you hate? I’m happy to mouth off elsewhere as an apology.”
The moment the doors swing open I see exactly what they mean by simulation and honestly? I’m totally and completely fucked. So just a regular Friday afternoon for me.
“The best things in life don’t come without hard work. If he wants you, he should prove himself to you. I’ve known a lotta bad kids in my time here, you’re not one of ‘em.”
“Those opinions of yours tell me I did the right thing and I’m not pissed about it. You can hate me all you like because at least you’re fucking breathing, Gryphon. Please leave, I’m still exhausted from the healing and I can’t do this right now.”
If he thought I was a petulant brat before, he has no idea what his dinner has brought out in me now. I might be willing to grit my teeth and struggle through this for the greater good but the second we’re out of this place, I’m going balls-to-the-wall on this asshole.
“Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. This pain is nothing compared to that.”
“The two of you better not start fucking on the table here in the dining hall because this all feels like really angry foreplay to me and, honestly, I just want to eat my pizza in peace.”
“Fuck this, I’m going to class. If you guys wanna whip them out and measure them to get this over with, then go right ahead, I’m not sticking around for it.”
"What, like a cam-girl? I guess I could get my tits out. Do you think I have a voice for sex work?" I’m joking, there's no way I'd ever have the confidence to do that kind of thing, but the glare Atlas shoots me is kind of awesome. I haven't had any sort of possessive actions from any of my Bonds like this so having him care about my tits... is pretty great. "Over my dead fucking body, Fallows. Never, and certainly not before I've even gotten to see them." I giggle and wiggle my eyebrows at him. "Play your cards right and I might get them out later." Again, I'm joking. I've known him in the
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How do I tell him that the nightmares are horrible but the least of our problems? If only they were the worst thing I can do.
