♥ Chapter 5 ♥

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"𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡, 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐤𝐲... 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭, 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥."

𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

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𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

It was finally Saturday. Saturdays and Sundays at this shit place meant we got to travel out into the city or go back home if we wanted to.

The group and I are all going to this party tonight that some rich college kid was throwing, so going back home was the furthest thing from my mind.

I was quite surprised that my 'gifts' of being 'allowed' out on Saturday and Sunday weren't revoked with how much I've pissed Mrs Adamos off.

Then again she was probably happy to just have me as far away from her academy as possible.

It was the last class of the day and as soon as the bell went everyone was out of their seats and rushing off to get ready for their plans.

When I exited the classroom my eyes find a familiar set of dark brown hair that was up in a bun like always.

Everyone was rushing off, so the halls weren't crowded, but when I went to take a step to catch up to her walking away, someone got in my way.

"Hi Domenico" I look down to see that blonde girl that helped me to my room

What was her name??

Oh right I couldn't care enough to remember it

"What?" I frown in confusion at why she was speaking to me

I looked over her to see Ariadne walking towards some door but when I went to step around her she blocked me.

What the fuck is wrong with her?

"So are you going to the party tonight?" I look down at her with annoyance to see her smiling up at me

Can she not take a hint?

"Yeah I am" I shrug not knowing why she was interrogating me

"We should totally get together at the party tonight" I see her smile excitedly at whatever she just said

I kinda zoned out when I saw Ariadne softly open a door and enter the room that was called the prayer room.

I had seen a few students come in and out of there but I of course have never been inside that room.

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