Thank you. You didn’t need to do that. I can handle myself if you don’t know, but thank you anyway.
I smirk, and leaning over, I take the pen from her, scrawling a message back in the journal.
Anytime. He’s a wanker, I kinda just wanted to do that. But the fact that you wrote that thanks on paper says a lot, Blondie. :D
I then slide the journal back to her. She reads it, the smallest of smiles crossing her lips before she puts her journal away.
“Are they together?” someone whispers. I look over my shoulder, casting the girl who had whispered it a cold, withering glare, letting my wolf surface. Everyone gets freaked out by my milky white wolf eyes.
The conversation is shut down instantly, and I finally get to return to my food, even if we have an audience. I look over at her. Why do people keep fucking thinking something is going on?
Yeah, she’s pretty, and the three-year age gap isn’t illegal, and sure, she’s more mature than her age, but still, we’ve never acted like a couple. And it’s fucking annoying considering everyone has lunch with the opposite gender.
I sit back as I eat my pizza, looking at her, like really looking at her without automatically seeing her as Tatum’s sister. She’s definitely gorgeous, she one hundred percent gotthe best from both her parents.
But she ain’t my type. Wait? Do I have a type?
Not really. I mean, I know I like curves, long hair, big eyes… I shake my head, pushing the train of thought away.
I don’t have time for women, let alone a relationship. Just the thought of it makes me scoff internally. Yeah, I can see that for my brothers, but not for me. Fuck that.
I just got to get shit done, and my current Mission Number One is to stalk Renji. I know it sounds fucking stupid, but something is up. I know I should have followed him last night, but what if he had just gone on a booty call? Man, I’d probably feel like a fucking idiot if it were that.
I spin the pen I haven’t returned thoughtfully. Does Renji like anyone? Hmm, he seemed extra worried about that witch in his division, but he wouldn’t have left his dorm if this was about her…
The puzzle continues…
What’s on your mind?Heaven writes.
I look across at her. She’s a witch… She can go where even I can’t… Certain parts of the school are protected by magical barriers, and although I can cross some, they can still sense any attempt or passing. She might just be able to get by undetected…
What?she writes, narrowing her eyes.
Reaching over, I take hold of her wrist, turning her hand palm upwards and write:Meet me behind the greenhouses an hour before curfew.
I place the pen in her hand as she looks up at me. There’s a hint of curiosity in her eyes before she nods. With that, I get up and leave.
I’m not used to asking for help but… I don’t know, she might be useful. I did consider talking to Jayce about Renji, but I can imagine his reaction the moment I say I don’t trust Renji. I mean, it’s Renji. I don’t know.
Hades is a fucking nut, too. He knows what’s going on around me, just tell me, init. He’s fucking cryptic all the damn time.
It takes me ten minutes to find that witch. I finally locate her as she tinkers away with some potions in one of the witchy labs, as I call them.
“Hey, witchy.” A few of the girls look up, but she doesn’t, focusing entirely on her task at hand. “You,” I say, approaching her.
She finally lifts her head in surprise, and I observe her. Dark eyes, thick lashes, hijab. She’s pretty, probably the first girl Renji’s ever really taken an interest in.
“Hi… can I help you?” she asks politely. She’s strong. I can sense her magic.
“When’s the last time you spoke to Renji?” I ask.
Her cheeks heat up, and she looks away shyly, tugging at her sleeve. “Umm… Last night… Why?” she answers hesitantly.
“Why so scared?” I ask, raising my eyebrows questioningly. She shakes her head vigorously.
“N-not scared, just er- why?”
“Don’t tell me it was after curfew outside of your dorm?” I tease with a smirk.
