My Fiction Fix #01

Writing Idea #72: The Assumption

Assumption:

The assumption was that if you're friends with the 'elite' group of highly educated men, you're a girl who spreads her legs for anybody. There's one woman who's protected in the group of men she's with and another girl who won't ever be protected, only manipulated, spat at and harassed, because of one assumption.

And that assumption couldn't be more wrong.

And the man I loved the most in the world didn't give me a glance because of that name, that I was the definition of a girl who would sleep with as many guys as I could. Constantine Dax hated me from the very beginning, even when I never dressed like the girl everyone here thinks I am.

A slut.

CHAPTER 1:

She bristled next to me. She's supposed to be a prominent fiction reader, smart enough to detail the differences between reality from fiction and yet Avalon Monair was a protected princess under her boyfriend's arm, where I knew all of them from the beginning. Avalon's personality didn't match the same way she'd been looking at me the past hour, when another boy on the Seoul team told his friends how tight I was at the party last Friday, the one I didn't even attend in the first place.

Constantine kept swirling the silver dagger in between his fingers, The Academy of Killers was the done-definition sealed and vaulted down the second anyone entered. I was the first in the group to be here and made friends with Avalon first, who thought I was just like her. She thought it was a lie though, when rumours spread like wildfire and boys treated me differently. I felt the pointed stare of the girl the boy on the Seoul team did make love to. She was a shy one, mated to him, but when his friends asked, it was me who was to be shamed.

The only man who knew I was nothing like the tinted windows people seat in me was Edgar Knox, the Principal, who just so happened to be my Uncle from my father's side. Just as harsh, just as strict. He knew the rumours were so far off, but no one knew I was related to him.

"The Conscription is this evening. New entrees will be joining us in an hour or two." Gideon Talan reminded the group, his olive skin coiled against the muscles in his arm. I leaned back in my seat and stared at the stoic annoyance in front of me, Darren Jander, the head squad leader of a new freshman team in the Dragon district.

Constantine met my gaze before his eyes hooded over in darkness. Like it wasn't enough to hate me when I knew a part of him wanted me, except he'd never act on it. That hurt more than the rank of his gauntlet, a golden moon eclipsed against a glittered black moon. His rank of General was the highest in the group. I hated the rank just as much as I loathed seeing him everyday of my life as he received enough power to do whatever he wanted amongst the squadron of the Feys. I stood up in anger and strutted down the podium, he could be a foul git all his life and still see me as a competitor that he wanted to shoved into the dragon's den, or feed me to the wolves, whichever was more brutal and cruel.

I climbed up to the Eastwood Library, "She's an embarrassment to our nation, that traitor. The daughter of a bastard and our Queen, she is no legacy." I overheard a senior spit at his mate.

"Why are you so worked up about it? Look at you, tighter than a pussy now." He scoffed and I scowled as I switched direction to grab two romance novels and up the ladder to the highest window office. Couches surrounded a tiny coffee desk with flowers blooming up the walls. I grabbed my side bag and opened the letter that magically opened within. I sighed when Edgar's initials were painted in cursive writing on top. Coffee-stained and taunted with droplets of overloaded ink.

He wanted me to join him on the expedition this evening in the human realm, in England. I smiled wider, I'd get to travel with him this time. The note was suddenly ripped out of my hands and it ripped in half because I held it tight.