❛my reputation's never been worse so, he must like me for me❜
⫍𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 '𝘷𝘢𝘭 '𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘯 was born to fulfill the legacy of her coven: to be the strongest witch alive. after a tragedy, she finds herself in beacons hills, discovering the de...
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⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼○•∙chapter thirteen ☪︎
❛confiding.❜
Val hated the feeling of her friends trodding lightly around her almost as much as she hated that she hadn't figured anything about the Darkhold yet. The only thing she knew was just repetitions of what Maryse had already told her; it was a book of legend that probably didn't exist. Yesterday was spent in denial, the young witch manically revealing every book from her collection, but no avail. Her own quarrels that she couldn't share with anyone else plus the news that Boyd had died last night only heightened her anxiety.
Another night of what-ifs, she thought. If she hadn't been wallowing in her own sadness and going literally insane from repeating the same action expecting a different result, maybe he would be alive. Maybe Derek wouldn't be in pain, maybe the doctors from the hospital wouldn't have been sacrificed. She had a knack for self-blame.
"Are you feeling okay?" Lydia asked, her green eyes wide with concern.
Val brought her forearms closer to her on top of the desk. "Yeah," she said plastering on a small smile. "Sorry I couldn't help with the divination the other day." Her foot started to tap involuntarily under her.
"Don't worry about it." She could feel the weight of Lydia's gaze weigh on her. "You know you can talk to me."
But she couldn't. Atleast not the whole story. "Totally," she lied, redirecting her attention to Ms. Blake. As she taught the class about different figures of speech, Val admittedly zoned out. There was no way she would be able to focus when her mind kept falling back into the deep, sunless pit of her thoughts. The Darkhold, the Glen Capri, the funem. It truly felt like she was freefalling even if she was sitting down in the cheap plastic chair of Beacon Hills Highschool.
Val had shown up slightly late to class leaving only a short period for people to converse with her. Because Lydia sat next to her, it was natural, but for the rest of the group, she could sense their overwhelming apprehension. From the row behind the girls, she could feel both Scott and Stiles staring, almost leaning into her back. Even though it put her unbearably on edge he couldn't bring herself to look at them just yet. She knew that as soon as she saw Stiles that she would want to reveal everything and she couldn't afford it. Not until she had answers herself.
She hadn't even realized when Ms. Blake had dismissed class. The only thing that pulled her out of her head was Stiles tapping her shoulder. "Can I talk to you?" He asked softly under the murmurs of students and the shuffling of chairs.
Dread welled inside her. "Yeah," she said with a meek smile. Scott gave her the slightest head nod and the three of them were out the room with Ethan.
