In a supernatural world, two all star football players find their mate.
They call her a freak, mixed, or unnatural. Most known hybrids have general abilities but not Promise.
She is unique, an outcast, a mix between a light witch, sylph, and fey...
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All day long Dawson has been stuck to me like glue.
Every single one of my classes he's been stuck right there beside me. Even my classmates are finding it a bit odd. They all keep staring in our direction full of curiosity wondering why he's even here.
My professors don't seem to mind his intrusion but honestly it's starting to get on my already frayed nerves.
I love him dearly but there's only so much a I can take.
The chimes finally echo throughout the classroom. Breathing a sigh of relief I hurry and gather my things hoping that just maybe I can beat Dawson out of the room.
I know he's worried about me and I do feel a little guilty but come on! I need a break!
Rushing quickly out of the room I try to make a quick exit but unfortunately Dawson catches up to me before I can.
Exhaling deeply, trying to calm my emotions, I stop in the hallway glaring right into those pretty pale blue eyes.
"I have to pee!" It's the only rational thought I could even muster at the moment. Hoping the guise will give actually give just one second to breath.
"Let's go!" He can't be serious, can he?
"Alone! You are not coming into the restroom with me Dawson. I'm more than capable of using it on my own!" Disgruntled at my tone he eyes me wearily. Rolling his eyes at me, he lets out a big sigh.
"Fine. But I'll be right outside the door." Rolling my eyes at him in return I angrily stomp off to the ladies room.
Slamming the door open I check under the stalls for occupancy. Relief flooding through me when I see one is definitely open for business.
Sitting on the toilet I can finally relax.
Inhale.
Exhale
Inhale
Exhale.
With my eyes closed breathing deeply I finally fill the bundled up tension gradually leaving me.
I'm so stressed out from everything that my mind feels like it's going to implode on me.
Finishing my business, I step out from the stall.
Walking to the sink I begin to lather my hands.
Not noticing the person behind me.
I fill something wrap around my mouth, smothering me, then everything goes black.
•••••
A crash wakes me up suddenly, startling me from my slumber. My eyes feel heavy and my head is pounding.
I try to move my hand to rub my temples but I can't get them to move. Grunting put I try to open my eyes wider. But all I can see around me is pure debilitating darkness.
