Last Ones Left

Chapter 1

- Abigail -

'Ms. Nightshade!'

'Miss, you have to wake up!'

I tried prying my eyelids open. It was not a good idea to blast music till four in the morning. In fact, It was a very bad idea. Whoever calling me sounded like she was about to cry when I heard a cough as a deeper voice gave the poor soul a gentle whisper, 'I'll take care of her.'

The soft paddling of someone indicated that the annoying voice was gone, and as stubborn as I am, not only did I not stir but also dug myself deeper onto my bed, sensing what would be coming next.

'Abigail' the person whistled. I groaned at the familiar voice.

'For god's sake Abs, your old pops is looking for you.'

'Screw him.' I managed to mutter.

'C'mon, it's ten in the morning!'

'Too freaking early.' I grunted under my breath.

'You sure you're seventeen? You sound like you're still in middle school'

I wave my arms defensively. 'Are you trying to guilt me into waking up? Pah!'

'Just wake the fuck up!'

I shot up as I smacked my friend's head with what supposedly would be a pillow lying beside me, and to my dismay, it was my tablet that landed on his head with a loud crack. There was an awkward silence. A glare that I soon received was when I knew I was in serious trouble.

'You can have your early death wish.' Ryder chuckled dangerously as he glued his eyes onto my hazel ones. He leaped onto my bed with a yell of fury as he pinned me down on my pillows. I gave him a kick as he twisted my arm. I decided not to 'be more ladylike' as Mademoiselle DuPont suggested and let loose my morning breath on his face as both of us screamed and continued to play-fight.

'I might just as well get you fired for waking me up, asshole.' I gritted as I muffled him, and grinned evilly when I heard him gasp for air.

'I didn't know you play dirty, Ms. Nightshade,' Ryder huffed sweetly as he proceeded to lift me off of my bed, which failed miserably when I punched him on the arms.

'Well you do now,' I yelped when he grabbed my legs to slide me down on the bedroom floor.

'Your breath smells like shit.'

'it just ends up to be a bit nicer than yours.'

'Bitch.'

Ryder managed to hurl me up and pull me out of the bed, breaking my lamp in the process. I shrieked even louder, which made the scattering chambermaids glance our way and sharply look down. Another unwritten rule in the Nightshade mansion that I've learned during the past seventeen years-
never question anything that is none of your business.

We stopped in front of the familiar oak doors, and I silently praised myself for recognizing the color with my body hung upside down.

A visit to father's office... never would be good news.

Ryder gave a subtle knock, and without notifying me, barged inside. I already imagined my father's face when he sees me in my green PJs, slung on Ryder's shoulders like a sack of potatoes with me giving my famous awkward smile.

Sour.

I cringed at the sight. He... certainly had been busy. Papers were plastered everywhere as my suited father scribbled on a new piece of memo. The amount of light present was just enough for me to squint through the scattered papers, knowing I wasn't getting delusional.