The Nerd And The Troublemaker. (a Marcy Wu x oc book)

Magic??

hehe, new chapter for Ezra go brrr

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Nobody's POV:

Ezra's eyes slowly open, only to focus on Circe's green eyes. With a yelp, the tall blonde ends up rolling off the bed, coming into contact with the hardwood floor. "Ow...Fuckin' hell..." She mumbles, before standing up and dusting herself off, looking over at Circe with a raised eyebrow.

"Was that necessary old woman?" She questions, crossing her arms as Circe just grins, tapping her cane on the ground and gesturing towards the stairs leading to downstairs. "Would you rather miss breakfast?" Ezra stays silent for a moment, before sighing and shaking her head, which Circe just chuckles at.

"I figured. Let's go, yes?" Circe says, before walking downstairs, the slightly sleepy blonde following behind - but at a much slower pace.

Once downstairs, the smell of weirdly smelling fruits fills the air, and Ezra raises an eyebrow. "What the hell did you make?" She grumbles, watching Circe set some plates on the dining table, simply smiling slyly. "Fruit."

"That tells me nothing." The blonde comments, before sliding into a chair at the table, looking down at the plate - which has this cut up fruit on it that creepily looks like flesh. "What am I looking at...?" Ezra questions, her eyebrows furrowing as Circe just sits across from her.

"It's called a flesh fruit. They're only native to this region. Its surprisingly good, try it." Circe says, nodding towards the plate, before taking a bite of her own "fruit." Ezra grimaces at the sight, but she takes a small bite of it nevertheless. She can't starve to death after all.

She sits there silently for a moment, before looking up at Circe with a confused expression. "It looks and smells disgusting, how does it actually taste good? It tastes like fuckin' mango's from my world-" Circe shrugs, taking another bite of her food.

"Don't know what a mango is."

"So you know what a human is because of this weird book, but you don't know fruit from my world?"

"Nope."

"Damn. What's that book even say?"

"You'll see them you're worthy."

"Seriously? Who the hell am I- Thor?" Ezra says sarcastically, and Circe just gives her a stern look, to which she just puts her hands up in surrender. "Fine, I'll shut up."

After breakfast, Circe had disappeared into the basement again, leaving the tall blonde alone in the living room awkwardly.

Eventually, she just leaves the hut to walk around a bit. Circe isn't her grandma or whatever, she can't tell her what to do!

~small timeskip~

Okay, maybe Ezra should've stayed near the hut. Because now, she is currently running from this giant ass spider. But it's not the size of her hand, no, it's the size of 5 of herselves stacked up.

"Fuck- Fuckfuckfuckfuck- THIS IS FUCKING STUPID-" The tall blonde yells to herself, ducking under a branch that she nearly ran into, before running into a branch right after. With a curse, she reaches up to hold her nose, feeling a little blood leak from it.

"Shit."

She ignores the bleeding nose for now though, instead taking to running again, jumping over a rock. The spider still hot on her tail, which she is not happy about.

Soon enough, she comes across a cliff - probably the same one she nearly fell off the day before - before turning around to face the spider. "Okay, it's just a giant spider. What could it do..?"