La Salle Des Diables Of Misfits

Chapter XIII

Snow-covered the ground,
Blood covered the snow,
The smell of gun-powered choked me as I walked alone.

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Cas POV

Father used to tell us that with the last name like Hellmen, we were all destined to die. Cursed to live alone for all eternity. I sometimes wish he had never spoken those words cause now it was like we were cursed.

Cursed to live and cursed to die alone.

I glanced at Tobias. He was sitting next to Sebastian, smiling. But I could tell he didn't like it when anyone else took Sebastian's attention off of him.

Tobias was jealous of Sebastian's friends, and nothing good ever came out of Tobias being Jealous.

Just ask Steele.

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Tobias POV

I never meant for this to happen. For me to become attached to Sebastian. Yet, here I was. Hating his friends for being too close and hating me for feeling this way.

Sebi glanced at me and stood up. He grabbed my wrist and smiled.

"Come on," he whispered. His friends waved us away, and my siblings stood to follow.

"Stay," I said, "it's fine. I'll be right back."

They all shared a look.

"Bannahell. Let me know when Clarence texts you," I said. Ban nodded.

Sebi pulled me after him and through the halls. We walked until we came to a janitor's closet. He pulled the door open and looked around.

He pushed me in lightly and closed the door after he entered. I glanced around. The closet was big and practically empty. I saw a desk on the far right and walked over to it. The ceiling was low, but not low to the point that I was hitting my head on things.

"Tobi," Sebi said, coming up behind me.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"Miss. Curgerls office. She doesn't use it anymore, so I come here pretty often."

I turned to him. He had been standing closer than I initially thought. I glanced up in surprise and took a step back. He took a step forward. We repeated these actions until I was practically sitting on the desk. My hands braced on either side to keep me from stumbling to the floor.

"Tobias," Sebi whispered, his hand coming up to trace my jawline. I felt my heart flutter. Bad Gay Heart! "Tell me what's going on with you."

"I don't know what you mean," I replied, a little breathless.

His eyes bore into my own.

"Yes, you do," he replied, "you've been acting strangely for a while now."

I gulped and looked away. His finger touched my bottom lip, and I flinched away. My face growing hot.

"Oh," he whispered, "I see. You were jealous."

My eyes grew wide in surprise.

"What!?" I yelped, "I don't know-"

I was cut off as a pair of lips touched mine. I froze. His lips worked against mine, and without thinking, I kissed him back. His arms pulled me closer by the belt of my pants, my hands sinking into his thick hair. It was pure bliss, and for a second, I forgot what I was jealous about. I forgot why I had been angry. Sebi pulled me even closer, if that was possible, his tongue tasting my mouth.

He pulled back and looked down at me.

"Happy?" He asked.

I felt my face go red, and I tried to turn away from him, but Sebastian's finger curled under my chin and forced me to look at him.

"Don't look away, Tobias," he whispered, "please don't look away."

I was about to answer, and that's when I heard the scream. I threw open the door and raced out, shoving past Lys. I saw Mordecai. My dear little brother Mordecai, I ran forward.

But I was too late like usual. Mordecai was dead, and it was all my fault.
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August POV

I woke with a start. My breaths came in short bursts; my head felt like a rock had cracked it open. I groaned and touched between my eyes.

"Sleep well?" Asked a voice. I looked up to see Viggo, cigarette between his lips and hands in his pockets.
"Found you in an alleyway passed out. You get too drunk?"

"Yes?" I replied.

"That wasn't a question, August," he replied, "what the hell happened."

I huffed a heavy sigh.

"My body doesn't do too well in the cold," I said, "and sometimes I pass out because of it."

Viggo took his cigarette and dropped it in the sink. He walked over and stood above me. I raised an eyebrow. Viggo grinned and pushed me back, so I was lying down. He crawled over me and hovered his face inches away from mine.

"Next time," he whispered, his lip touching my ear, "don't leave."

I bit my lip and tried to shove him off.

He moved his face, so his lips brushed mine. I leaned forward, capturing his lips. He hummed and kissed me back.

"You taste like cigarettes," I mumbled.

"You taste like honey," he replied and kissed me again. "How delicious."