Casters Book Two: Shadow Caster

Chapter Forty Eight

I knock softly on Vega's door, Dariyah opens the door.

"What?" She asks.

"Where's Vega? I brought a peace offering," I show the bags of food.

"Peace offering? You two fighting again?"

"Is she here or not?" I frown.

"Haven't seen her all day." She leans against the doorway.

"Ugh," I turn to go looking for her.

"Good luck cupcake." She says.

"Stop calling me that," I grumble and pull out my phone.

"I do it because it bugs you," she reaches into my bag and grabs out my apple.

"Stop," I slap her hand away.

She takes a big bite.

"Ugh!" I stomp off.

She laughs.

She seems okay, I guess therapy wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. That or she blocked the whole thing out of her head already. Let's hope it's the first one.

I call Vega but get her voicemail, I text her, but she doesn't respond.

Where could she be?

I walk around campus for a little bit, but she's nowhere to be found.

I text her, I got you food. Hello?

She still doesn't respond.

Eventually, I give up and go back to her room. I knock again.

Once again Dariyah opens the door. She must see my sad puppy dog face because she sighs.

"I can't find her," I say in defeat.

"She probably just needs to cool off, give her some space," Dariyah says.

"Want cold food?" I ask.

She steps aside and lets me in.

I walk over to Vega's bed and plop down. I mean I was dismissive, but I didn't think she'd get so mad. It wasn't even that serious. I was just trying to help Cyrene. Dariyah grabs one of the bags from me.

I sigh and open mine.

We eat in silence for a moment.

"Can I say something?" Dariyah asks out of nowhere.

"Depends, is it mean?" I ask.

"Kind of."

"Then no."

She frowns.

"You're going to say it anyway aren't you." I sigh.

"Yep."

"Proceed."

"Why don't you just break up with Vega?" she asks.

"What!?"

"You two are like total opposites, like really. You two fight more than you don't."

"I love her." I declare.

"So why do you always fight?"

"Because!"

She raises an eyebrow.

"Because she wants me to be submissive, but I'm a dominant badass bitch." I copy her words.

She snorts in amusement.

I smile.

"She just wants me to do what she says, but I've never been good at taking or following orders," I say on a more serious note.