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CHAPTER TWELVE song: iris — pastel ghost
SHE PASSED THE FIRST CHALLENGE. Amy and the girl with the clown mask, who turned out to be Leah, did too. However, the guy wearing the skull mask wasn't as lucky. When he appeared with a deep cut on his arm, Rachel gasped. His blood dripped onto the old wooden floor, but everyone else seemed unfazed but this. Someone, who the rest of the Sacrilegium members called "Doc", rushed to attend the guy. They seemed to have medical knowledge.
Rachel hadn't stopped thinking about that night. She remembered Amy's excitement when they were returning home, saying how happy she was about finally joining and how crazy the experience had been.
Crazy. That was the word. To Rachel, it seemed like those people were out of their minds and completely detached from reality. Hunting others down...? With knives in their hands...? Yet, everyone seemed to be okay with it. No one said a word when the poor guy with the skull mask entered the room, groaning in pain as he held a hand over his wound.
Not even her.
She was almost part of that now. She already had one foot inside their club. And soon she would be completely part of it. Would she?
Rachel bit her nails as she sat down in her usual seat in Spanish class. She couldn't help but wonder what her second challenge would be, and if it would be a good idea at all to go through it.
Those thoughts were interrupted at the sight of a familiar pair of dark blue eyes entering the class.
Kai.
She quickly lowered her head, even though the had already caught her looking at him.
No, no, no. Rachel thought to herself, hearing his footsteps among the loud chatter of the other students in the class, hoping he wouldn't sit next to her.
But of course, he did.
"Morning" he said, in a suspiciously nonchalantly tone.
"Morning" she repeated back to him, avoiding to look in his direction.
She couldn't do it. Not after being inches away from each other that night. His presence already flooded her mind with images of their lips nearly touching, his hand brushing her cheek and her breath catching in her throat.
The memories made her cheeks flush. She desperately wanted to forget how that moment made her feel, how badly she had wished to break the distance between the two... But she couldn't. She didn't really want to, either.
I don't like him. Amy does. That's just what she would tell herself since she couldn't handle the rush of emotion that came with being around Kai.
