Emperor of Destruction [EDITING]

xix.

XIX

It's officially been a month at Darlington. Despite the constant harassment and name calling I've endured these past days, this school year didn't look so bad. But, it didn't look promising either.

I'm scrolling through my phone when Taylor, a mutual friend and a fellow dorm mate, rushes into Clem and I's dorm waving a pink sealed letter in the air like a crazy person. "Guess what I have?" She grinned with excitement.

Clem looked up from her book, eyeing the envelope. "A letter?" She said, stating the obvious.

"Not just any letter. This envelope, that by the way smells amazing, contains an invitation to the Elite Girl's dormanity for a slumber party." My face paled and so did Clem's. Taylor rips the envelope open, exposing the elegent red card detailed with gold lettering. She began reading the contents on the letter out loud.

"Dear Losers." She trailed off, not excepting that to be the starting sentence. She coughed awkwardly into her fists and continued. Clem and I shared a glance before returning our attention to our friend. "You are invited to the tonight's sleepover hosted by Mia Scuderi and Amorèt Richeliéu. The theme is Hollywood Glam. Come in your best sleepwear. The sleepover starts at 9:30, no later then. However, if you are late, don't bother showing up at all, xoxo." She ends it off with a smile and jumps up and down in excitement and anticipation. "We're going.* A statement.

Anything to do with Mia and her terrible minion meant disaster. Those two are never upto good. Going to a sleepover they're hosting would probably end with my funeral. Afterall, Mia knows about Silas and me ever since she confronted me in the changing rooms.

I had a feeling the reason why Silas never contacted me after spending the weekends at Stephan's mansion had something to do with his fiancee. I haven't gotten so much as a look from him. Before he would send his usual glares at me, but now? He doesn't acknowledge my presence.

He acts like I don't exist. Like the intimate moments we shared never happened.

I'd be lying if I said that didn't hurt.

It hurt like a bitch. I felt like a used condom.

Maybe that was the wrong saying. But it was accurate, and explained how I felt in a nutshell.

"No." Clem said. I nodded in agreement. "I don't think that's a good idea, Tay.."

"Why not?" She huffed, stomping her feet on the floor like an actual child.

Deciding I tortured myself enough for the day, I turned my phone off, pushing it against the edge of the bed. "I don't know if you know this, Tay, but they're bitches. I mean that in the most disrespectful way possible." I told her.

"Okay? they're fashionable bitches. The best kind. You can't own a terrible wardrobe and be a bitch." She eyed me. "That's why you're not a bitch, Aut."