Chapter Four

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❀Maeve's POV❀



❀. It's been a few days since the incident, River and I haven't talked as much, I feel like she's avoiding me.

On the bright side Veda hasn't said anything or even looked in my direction.

I rest my head against my arm and doze out the window.

"Maeve?"

I snap my head in the direction of the teacher.

"Uhm yes?"

She rolls her eyes slightly, "I asked if you could answer number 4."

I blush sheepishly and nod my head.

I yawn looking down at my homework. My brain isn't functioning right now so I decide to go make tea.

In the kitchen, Veda is at the table looking down at her hands. I hesitate but decide to continue and make my tea.

"Maeve.." my body tenses at the sound of her voice.

"What." I deadpan, not wanting to talk to her.

"Listen...I'm really sorry. I don't know why I did that, it was so stupid and immature. I'm not asking for forgiveness I just want you to know I regret my decision a lot."

I look at her like she had two heads.

She let a sigh and looked down at her shoes before looking back at me.

"You have to understand, I was raised to believe that I matter more than everyone else and to manipulate people into getting what I want."

I turn and continue making my tea, silently dismissing her.

I hear her slowly walk away.

Thank god.

I pick up my tea cup and make my way to the main lounge area.

It's raining outside, a bit harder than usual. The patter of raindrops hitting the roof filled the silence of the lounge.

I let out a relaxed breath and reach over to grab a book to read.

With each word my eyes feel heavier and harder to keep open. The sound of the raindrops slowly floating away until leaving completely.

I hear small shuffling and slightly open my tired eyes. I see River in front of me unfolding a blanket, she then gently lays it on top of me.

She grabs my half empty tea cup and puts it in the kitchen to wash.

I fall back to sleep with a small thankful smile on my face.


I groan as I sneeze again for the hundredth time.

My whole body is warm and my throat hurts. I don't know how I got so sick.

Maybe the weather?

Not wanting to get the other girls sick the principal suggested I quarantine myself until I feel better.

Boring.

I stretch and look at the clock.

12:30

Yay lunch time. Note the sarcasm.

Feeling extremely hot I change into a tank top and shorts and lay in bed.

A knock rattles my door.

"Come in."

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