Fuck You.. Fate

Chapter 12..Hush, I'll Make It Right..

Syren flinched hard..legs shaking as he knocked his hand outta the king's grasp..whose haunting Green eyes stared back at him with the most sinister of gazes..

He looked to the front, realizing all the attention was on him..and bowed as a sign of respect, claps thundering against his sensitive ears, disregarding to the tremble of his legs as he felt the King's continous gaze on his face.

He turned around hurriedly, when the next student was being called out, but Syren felt eyes remain on him as he descended the stairs..his steps feverish as he rushed, his eyes uninetentionally snapping back to Alexander and Sebastian..who were staring right back at him.

Sebastian's face was curved in the most horrified, questioning expression as he frantically mumbled something in his phone..and Alexander, He was staring at Syren right in the eyes, his jaw clenched tight and eyebrows furrowed hard..making Syren wobble and fumble with his steps.

When Syren noticed the rushed movement of Sebastian's lips, his gaze snapped to recognize, and realize, the increasing presence of men wearing black-bodyguard suits in the ballroom..

His body became frantic, and when Alexander took a step towards him..his feet rushed to move on their own..

His eyes fell around to his surroundings, and he watched people enjoying and chatting..watching and celebrating as students were called onto the stage, but then his gaze also went to the quick glances being directed at him by those very men in black suits..and his hands trembled as he looked around for a sign of David.

Another student was then called, her name Sofia Williamson, and the spotlight on her figure gave him enough chance to sprint in the darkness and towards the balcony where he thought his boyfriend might be. There was then the increasing sound of people moving around, and anxiety caught it's way in Syren's throat.

When he caught no sight of him in the balcony, his body felt like tearing in fear..and then he was blindly following the familiar route to the old library on the third floor of the university..

Thump..Thump..Thump..went Syren's heart..

He sped down the hallways..his hand clutched roughly against his chest, feeling heat still envelope his delicate fingers as he rummaged through corridors to seek out the presence of his boyfriend..his phone to his ear..

The number you've dialed is currently busy, pleas-

Syren almost whined, his body shaking in fear at the possibility of being followed. Claps rang in the ballroom, signalling that the light were on again..and they might notice him gone.
His pace quickened, and he felt as if his heart was being punctured...Every now and then, his ears ringed illusionaly at the sound of footsteps approaching..but, always, there was no one..

"David!"
He called out in a hoarse voice, legs stuttering as he stepped up the stairs..the carpet underneath his feet turning golden as he banged his body harshly against the second door of the corridor, the door merely opening as he slid in..

The familiar library was like a comfort zone to him, but knowing he was being looked for by people, just below two floors was making him continously shiver.
His mind twisted into a cry as he noticed the silhoutte of his boyfriend leaning against one of the windows, smoking a ciggerate.

"David! David..please.."
He slid to his knees, calling out the younger man's name and crawling towards him.

When he was finally acknowleged, though, there was no great reaction..David just turned around to stare at his shivering and crawling form..his lipstick smudging and his mascara slightly turning his eyes black.
Syren held onto David's legs, looking up at him with tearful eyes.