Medusa (A Fairytale Green FanFic)

Chapter 4: Orpheus & Eurydice

A/N: Welp, it only took like... a year to write this chapter. Since the news of Kayla's plagiarizing, I've not been on "The Wattpad" much, if at all, this past year. Since that news, I wrote my own book, and it's getting published on December 6th, 2024, but I still love Fairytale Green, and will eventually finish the story from Stone's POV because it's a story that deserves to be told and told well. Without further ado:

Chapter 4: Orpheus & Eurydice

Chemistry drags. On and on, the teacher goes over the breakdown of everything we'll be learning this semester starting with Organic Chemistry with functional groups and naming as well as chemical reactions, Atomic Models and Atom Properties, Chemical Bonding, Properties of Matter, and Energy Changes.

The entire class, I can feel the eyes of the girls. Glaring, which usually works for men, does nothing to deter these vultures. My scowl grows. The whispers, the note passing, it's all just so tedious I could die.

Beside me, Brennan's leg is bouncing up and down. He squints at the board, already looking lost, and on his other side, Lana is taking meticulous notes, though I'm not sure she's absorbing anything either because her eyes too are fixed on the clock. My green-headed beacon is nowhere to be found, and no amount of desperate wishing makes her spontaneously appear at my side. Glaring at the wall next to me, I attempt the power of manifestation, but it is feeble at best. All I can do is imagine her close. I can practically sense her, but it is not enough. I wonder what class she's in and if I can possibly switch to be in whatever classes she is in. It is the most desperate of toils. The entirety of my purpose in re-enrolling in school was to be her shadow—to be close to her and be anything she allows me to be to her.

I, myself, am on a mystical quest. The way I see it, I am simply facing a trial, like the Knight in Faerie Queene or Dante descending into Hell, purging all that is not divine, and then finding God. If I have to endure this literal hell, High School, before I can ascend with my own little Goddess, then so be it.

I am Orpheus, diving back into the depths to retrieve his lover, defying all odds and any semblance of rationality to demand the Gods return what is his, for Euridice is his heart, and he is nothing without her. I just must not look back.

But look back at what?

My previous life?

I don't want it.

I thought I was happy, or at least content, with the life I'd built, but all it took was her barrelling into it with a lecture on the colour green to let me know I lived in a sad, monochromatic world, and I was in desperate need of redecorating.

Dye my skin green and call me an Orc, a troll, a goblin, because I never want to live in that normality again, not when I could live with my very own mythical Medusa to spout off at me with facts—about anything. It doesn't matter what she says; she could tell me anything and I'd be riveted—unlike the teacher droning on now about the periodic table and memorizing chemical group blocks, symbols, and their names.

The sluggish clock must be cursed. For Cinderella, the clock moved too fast, but I'm not Cinderella. My metaphorical midnight cannot come quick enough.

The bell tolls, and not a single word from class was effectively absorbed. In one ear and out the other, as they say. Standing as the first sign of the bell, I grab my textbook, notebook, and pencil, and barrel to the door. I do not check that Brennan and Lana follow me, and quite frankly, I don't care. Next class is English, and I'll be damned if my little, literature-inclined Yoda is not in this goddamn classroom.

Taking a seat at the back of the classroom in the middle, I sit expectantly, watching the door for the green light. I fiddle my pen. The next person through the door is presumably the teacher. He stops at his desk, and he cocks his head curiously at me.