Khaos

Chapter Twenty-Three

Sorry it took so long for me to update but my life keeps getting crazier and crazier.

But guess what

I'M OFFICIALLY DISOWNED!

I left my mom's place and now live on my own. I'm 17 so technically I'm a runaway but that just gives me more interesting lore to tell.

It's honestly probably the best thing to happen to me in a long time, but with that there comes a lot of struggles so I may not have the time to update regularly, but honestly I've never updated on a regular basis so there won't be much of a difference it just might take a bit longer.

I don't really like the way this chapter came out but it's the best I could write with the whole mental block thing going on so you'll have to bear with me on this.

Khaos Caddell

Mornings were more awkward than ever.

Ronan was always awake before me, and by the time I was getting out of bed, he'd be slipping out the door, disappearing until nighttime.

I figured he was spending all his time with Nik and Ciaráin.

It didn't matter though. That was how I wanted things to be. The more he was gone, the less work I had to do to avoid him.

But the silence in the room was suffocating. The emptiness of his side of the room felt like a constant reminder of everything I didn't want to think about. I hated that I noticed his absence, that I found myself missing the subtle sounds of him moving around, the quiet hum of his presence that had once felt so comforting.

It made me think the saying "Distance makes the heart grow fonder" was true.

I wasn't supposed to care. I wasn't supposed to let him get under my skin. But now, with the way things were, I couldn't help but wonder if any of our time together was true. Surely some of it had to be?

Maybe he was just pulling away because of how close we'd been growing. Or maybe it was the heated make out session we had a couple of weeks ago?

I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I grabbed my bag and headed out. It was going to be another long day of avoiding questions from Nik and Ciaráin, pretending like everything was fine when it was far from it.

The halls were quiet, the early morning stillness lingering before the rush of students filled them. I liked it this way, the quiet before the storm. It gave me a chance to gather my thoughts, to prepare for another day of pretending.

As I turned the corner, I nearly collided with someone, my shoulder brushing against theirs as I tried to sidestep. I looked up, ready to apologize, only to freeze when I saw who it was.

Phoenyx.

He had this look on his face, a mix of amusement and something darker that sent a shiver down my spine. He was trouble, and I knew it, but there was something about him that made it hard to look away.

Maybe it was how handsome he was. Or just his whole trouble but a fun time vibe.

"Where's the fire?" He asked, his voice smooth, almost teasing. His eyes trailed back to my room door.

"Phoenyx," I replied, my voice colder than I intended. "What do you want?"

"Nothing, just making sure you're settling in. You know, this place can be... overwhelming for some." His smile didn't reach his eyes, and there was something about the way he was looking at me that made me uneasy.

"I'm fine," I said shortly, trying to move past him, but he stepped in my way, blocking my path.

"Are you?" he asked, tilting his head slightly, his eyes narrowing. "You know, I've been hearing things... Interesting things."