They're both heartless... but for each other, they'd burn the world without a single flame touching them.
Cruel, evil, genius, emotionless and ironically blessed with the looks of angels and a secrets in life their stuck with.
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Official descrip...
Everyone I know in this stupid world is stupid. With the exception of Sage and Elliot-- those to I respect, which is really odd-- and me of course. But fucking hell, who thinks mothers are virgins? The Romans, Egyptian and Mesopotamians didn't even believe that eight thousand years ago.
"So. . .yeah, I walked in to see my MOTHER having sex with my tutor. What kind of parents have sex? Especially when their children are home. . .", Jackson said on the phone while I was unpacking my things. " I don't see why this is my problem. Tell this stuff to Sage. Maybe she'll care." We both know she wouldn't, but anything is better than listening to Jackson blab about Sofia-- who I had watched on TV win a pageant a couple of decades ago as six year old.
Funny how she thinks of me as a child now.
"I can't because she doesn't care, won't pick up and she'll pissed at me for wasting her time. She said and I quote 'Only call me if your dying, injured or your life's on the line' and nothing else," he said, his words so full or regret that I think he might actually call her just to hear her voice. I wasn't going to ask what happened between them; it wasn't my business or problem. . . and I couldn't care less.
And Lyla was going to tell me anyway.
"Why can't I have that rule ?," I said light-heartedly. In truth, although he was an idiot like most of the world, he was also my only source of normal conversation and I was rather fond of the bastard." Asshole," he mumbled.
"And don't you forget it".
"Gotta go, bye. Oh! Can you update me how my sister's doing? Dude, you go to the same school as her and your her friend. Just tell me how she's doing, even if it's nothing bad," he hanged up before I could say no.
Why the hell would I check on her when she was way more capable of taking care of herself than he is. Plus, he's going to see her in two weeks. But I understood better than most, on a logical basis, after all I used to have a little sister too. Along with two younger brothers.
I felt a faded pain in chest at the though of my siblings. I couldn't feel— any emotion anymore, just . I could feel lust and few others— most emotion in a literal sense; that part of me had been taken away from me. But there are some things even magic couldn't erase. No matter how much you want it. I suppose even without the extraction I would've been the same, except I lost the only good— not horrible part of me. Long ago.
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The boarding school students here always got a extra day off for thanksgiving break. We used the last night to throw a party.
Of course I don't attend the party. I just make sure neither Sage or Elliot gets in trouble. Can't afford them ruining my plans.
In the woods, which of course like any B-rate horror movie was forbidden to enter. This school was quiet literately in the middle of no-where. The school was rural in the most convenient way possible. Most (rich)kids brought there own car to get around but only when the teacher gives them permission(untrue). Someone usually died at these parties but danger makes teenagers want to do crazy things so, it never ran dry. The school loved it's reputation so much they cover it up. The parents cared more for there reputations then their own damn kids so they go along with the most plain excuse the school makes. Unless it's the scholarship kids, no one touches them.
