"Piss off, Jerome!"
"Have I mentioned how much I love your sweet talk?"
"And have I mentioned how much I hate you?"
Lyla Harris and Jerome Clarke hate each other. A fact that everyone at Anubis House knew, though they regularly hung out, and tried t...
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┌─── ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ───┐ CHAPTER FIFTY SIX: House of Numerology └─── ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ───┘
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Lyla woke up pretty late the next morning, only to see Nina pacing slowly in the middle of the room. Letting out a yawn, Lyla asked, "You alright?" Startling the American girl.
"Yeah, just had a weird dream..." Nina responded, shaking her head as she grabbed her bag, "I should go, don't be late." She said, making Lyla roll her eyes.
"When have I ever been?" she asked, rhetorically. Nina gave her a light smile before leaving her alone in the room to get ready. Once the girl was done she went downstairs, seeing that everyone was gone, she swiped a piece of toast and ran out the door.
When she walked into school she immediately let out a scoff, as she saw Jerome and Mara looking cozy. She rolled her eyes, and walked straight passed them into class. The bell rang just after she stepped in, making her smirk, taking her seat in the back of the class.
"Okay, settle down, everyone. Quickly, quietly, please!" Mr. Winkler instructed, "I want to talk numerology." He spoke, as Mara and Jerome walked in, Lyla giving the two a glare.
"Numerology?" Jerome questioned, "Sir, this is a serious class, not new age crud." The man ignored him as he placed a chair atop the desk, "Today, we look at something like this chair, and say it isn't alive... But, the ancient Egyptians believed everything was alive. They believed everything was made up of living particles... And that every person, every object could be reduced down to what they believed were divine numbers." He told them.
"The god Osiris represents the first perfect odd number three." He spoke while writing it down on the board. "Whilst Isis represents the number four. The result of the two was their son, Horus, who's represented by the number five-" His speech was cut off as Patricia let out a scream, startling everyone, before she grabbed her bag and darted out of the room, followed by, Fabian, Nina, Lyla, Mara, and Alfie.
"I guess that's class dismissed..."
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Trixie had evidently run back to the house and holed up in the laundry room, Alfie had found her, and ended up helping as best he could. Lyla would never say it, but she was worried for the girl. She knew Patricia hadn't been getting much sleep since the whole Rufus thing, and when she did sleep she would have nightmares. It wasn't a secret that Lyla Harris wasn't the best at comforting people, at least when it came to super serious topics. The truth was she wanted to help her ex-roommate, but she didn't know how.
It was now, just after supper and Lyla was sat on the sofa finishing up some French homework that was due the next day, while Alfie gave the other's a rundown on how Patricia was doing. "So, she's definitely alright?" Mara asked, to which Alfie shrugged, "Yeah, took me ages to find her. She's a bit embarrassed. That's all. So, when she comes in, nobody mention it, okay?" He told them.
