"TWENTY"

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"remind me, how is this going to get any sort of reaction out of lorenzo?" onyx asked me, as she perched at the edge of her bed opposite mine as we talked, and i went over me and theo's rather childish plan.

"i don't entirely know," i shrugged, "but it will be funny either way, i mean, how many people in our group have you slept with onyx?" i asked, leaning towards slightly, choking back a chuckle.

she tilted her head to the side, putting on a thinking expression, "uh, blaise, theo, mattheo-,"

"see! you've literally slept with theo! why is it weird when i do it?" i pouted at her as she crossed her arms.

"because it's not normal to have sex casually with your friends." she scolded me, rolling her eyes, "i know it happens a lot in our group, but in most circumstances it's weird - and when i slept with mattheo and theo, i'm ninety-nine percent sure i was drunk."

i muttered a 'whatever' underneath my breath before falling backwards, letting my body go limp into my duvet cover.

"just, please don't do anything you'll regret later, okay?" she spoke softly, almost in a sympathetic tone, which was rare from a cold personality aligned with onyx.

i sighed, mumbling an 'okay' before i turned over on my side, letting my heavy eyelids collapse, shrouding the room in a veil of blackness.

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classes passed by as painfully as they came, and before i knew it the day had concluded.

we'd arranged for everyone to meet at me and onyx's dorm later, just to simply get intoxicated like we always did.

ah, the classy teenage lifestyle.

so glamorous, isn't it?

onyx was painting her nails at her vanity, whilst i sat cross-legged on my rug at the foot of my bed, placed quaintly on a pillow i'd taken from the window-seat of our dorm.

multiple playing cards scattered around me like post-fallen confetti, congratulating me out of pity, how my life had gotten to such a low point that i'd now taken interest in playing the same old fashioned card games i'd watch my father play when i was a child.

a comfortable silence was within the dormitory, the only audible sound was the pattering of the individual raindrops against the window panes, their form exploding into smitheries of microscopic matter against the hard, transparent shield, dividing us and the bitter outdoor weather.

that comfortable silence was halted though, as there was to be a pounding against our tired oakwood door, triggering me to spring up from my position on the floor, and walk over to greet and welcome whoever was outside waiting.

I unveiled the identity behind the door, to be greeted fondly by a familiar face, or multiple, for that matter.

"evening." Xander smirked at me as he walked in, his hands buried in his pockets as he bent downwards slightly in order to fit snugly through our doorframe, his height too unpractical for its measure.

behind him, stood magnora and saskia.

magnora gave me a gentle hug, her ivory complexion having the same feeling of when one would drink only the velvetiest hot chocolate in the depths of a bitter winter.

warm, delicate.

two things i envied, because my hands were randomly always fucking freezing, and i was built almost identically to my dormitory door.

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