Emperor of Destruction [EDITING]

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I sprinted down the halls, rubbing at my face with a tired hand. What's wrong with me? If I had a pocket mirror on me I doubt I'd be able to recognize myself.

I'm scared of what lives inside of me. A monster.

I marched down the long corridors of Darlington, ignoring the disgusted stares people threw at me as I past them on my way. They must remember my face from this morning, when I was side by side with their King. Judging by their scowls and narrowed glares, they weren't happy about that.

In a way I wanted to run into Silas on my way to the furthest staircase. I missed him more than I'd ever admit to his face.

He dropped me off at my first period and gave me a goodbye kiss. We were the polar opposites of each other, how the hell did we end up in a predicament like ours?

I entered the staircase and I wish I hadn't.
My steps come to a halt and I stop and stare at the scene in front me. Kenzo's chain smoking fils the air alongside tendrils of grey smoke. The red-hot cherry lights up his face in the darkness, shining light on the heart tattoo.

What a disgusting habit.

Unlike the majority of smokers, Kenzo doesn't smell bad. He actually smelled really good for a cigarette wielder.

Ezekiel is leaning against the wall, smoking a joint. His eyes fell on me, as did the rest of theirs. The overwhelming feeling of dread took over my body, and just as I made a beeline for the door, a deep voice stops me in my tracks.

"Autumn Hawthorne," The boy with the bald and shiny head grins at me. He looks an inmate with his bull piercing on his chin, dangling on his chin and tattoos on his arms. Unlike Silas, Kenzo, or Ezekiel, he doesn't pull it off. I raised my brow at the mention of my full name and he continues with a grin on his face. "What's Silas's girl doing here?"

He's a friend of Silas? Or maybe an acquaintance. I couldn't quite detect the distaste dripping from his tone, however I could feel it. I felt how much he hated me. He doesn't even know me.

I don't dignify his question with a response. I crossed my arms, analysing the situation at hand. "You aren't supposed to be smoking on school grounds." I stated.

The whole time Kenzo has been shamelessly checking me out. His pierced tongue swipes over the mental stud in his red-stained lips, eyes landing on my stockings. My brows furrows into a tight knot.

His cold and calculating eyes finally reached mine.

"Blyad," Kenzo muttered in his mother tongue. "I don't have patience for a lecture on lung cancer, or whatever shit you're going to pull out of your ass. You good girls are so horny for rules."

I narrowed my eyes. "At the very least, go smoke somewhere else. People use these stairs to get to their classes. You're being inconsiderate."

"Don't give us a lesson of Morals when you're running around with an engaged person." Ezekiel feigned a yawn. "You're boring me."