I'm really sorry about this late post! I had this chapter all set to post yesterday, but tech issues snuck up on me. Once again, terribly sorry.
Arlo
3 weeks later
Beep-beep. Beep-beep. Beep-
A hand smashed down on the alarm clock, cutting off the dreadful sound. The hand belonged to a certain blonde, who groaned as he peeled himself off his pillow.
As Arlo got ready for school, his thoughts drifted back to the person that everyone was still whispering about, even weeks after his brutal takeover. For all his violence, John had surprisingly turned out to be a semi-decent king. He'd declared Arlo as Jack, which certainly wasn't what anyone expected. Arlo himself had expected that he'd never again see Royal status and that Cecile would replace Blyke.
When he emerged into Wellston's halls, Arlo caught sight of Isen discussing something animatedly with Blyke. He headed over to them.
"Hey Blyke, Isen." Isen jumped at being addressed, whipping around so fast that Blyke had to put a hand on his shoulder to steady him.
"Oh, hey! Arlo! Didn't see you there," he babbled. Arlo rolled his eyes. Are you still worried that John's going to beat you up for that article? H*ll, he made you co-president of the Press with Cecile. He practically rewarded you for outing him.
"Anyways..." Isen blathered on. Arlo tuned him out, returning to his mental dissertation on the actions of their new King.
John certainly hasn't given up his ideals. He just hides them now. Officially, John hadn't lifted a finger to protect low-tiers. Unofficially... let's just say that any bully that caught John's attention was beaten into pulp for disturbing John's 'peace of mind' or some other bullsh*t like that. I'm actually surprised that no one has caught on yet.
Arlo wasn't sure what to make of John's habit of sending people to Doc Darren. On the one hand, it could be yet another of the ravenette's ideals. On the other, it could just be a passive aggressive threat, keeping the infirmary full. Still, it kept a lot of strain off Elaine, for which Arlo was thankful. We tend to use her ability far too much.
Arlo split off from the two after a few minutes - he could only filter out so much crack-headery before getting affected. As he walked to his first class, his phone buzzed. Frowning, he yanked it out.
A text from Broven? Why would he... Oh. Sh*t.
Arlo ran a hand through his hair, his prior state of relaxation all but abandoned. This was not a situation he had expected to be put in so soon, and he most certainly wasn't looking forward to what was coming next.
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