Stuck on cloud Oliver

Chapter 6 Knight in not so shiny armour.

Ashamed. a-sh.ey.md.
adjective
feeling shame; distressed or embarrassed by feelings of guilt, foolishness, or disgrace: He felt ashamed for having spoken so cruelly.unwilling or restrained because of fear of shame, ridicule, or disapproval.

That word right there ladies and gentleman describes one if not In many ways I could ever hate myself. First of all I kissed a guy whom I only knew for a week, let him touch me on the no-go areas on my body. Well of course I've been touched, by a guy I dated. I kissed a guy who I thought liked my friend and who my friend likes back.no wait for it, it gets better. I then get busted making out with the same guy buy a guy who hates my guts. A guy who can spill the beans to Gwen before I do. A guy who will brush it on my face until I explode air crucify myself on a cross.

Sweet mother of Jesus. I'm screwed.

I walk as fast as my legs could carry me to the dorms, half expecting Xavier to come running through the door to stop me. Tell me I shouldn't worry,,he will fix this. And I half hoped,he would keep his distance and stay away from me. My wishes were fulfilled when he didn't come rushing through those doors. My heart sunk. He probably realized that it's Gwen he liked more. Well I guess it's true. It's all fun and games making fun of side chicks until you're one. And I learned the hard way.

As for Oliver, why didn't he mention that he was Xavier's roommate.,same goes to Xavier, we spend modest of our lunch breaks discussing Oliver and how weird and cold he is. And he doesn't tell us that that they're roommates. or maybe like always I'm the last to know. I can't ask any of the girls, they'll start asking me why I was in the room at the first place. To suck your boyfriends taste buds Gwen. I cringe at the thought of it. God I'm such a great friend .

I sneak into my room, Jude's door is closed. There could be two things involved, she could be sleeping or in Lesley's room. I'm hoping she's at Lesley's because what I'm gonna do is gonna be loud.

After trying to cry myself to sleep, I give up trying to sleep with thoughts of tomorrow, how I'm gonna deal with Xavier, how I will look at Oliver in Lawson's class without begging him to pierce ,e with his fangs and take my life at least.

I open my spell book, I wipe off the dust on it. It's been so long since I practiced ,magic. Think I'm losing touch. I flip the pages, browsing through a couple of Happily ever after spells, enlarge body parts spells,and many other spells, mostly in French. Part of the reason why we take 3 French lessons every week. My eyes fall on a spell that makes me giggle. This can't be true. Some spells were put on this book to make it thicker. Riddles to Bethrowed's name.
I read the description "find your soul finders name by just saying these few words"

Before I could waste my time on the spell, wasting Spell sand.i could consult the previous owner of the book,by the looks of this page, it looks like the oldest in the entire book.it has been used so may times.

I take my phone and Dial Layla's number. It rings for a good 39 seconds. I thought she was not gonna answer when I heard her barely audible voice on the other side of the line.

"Mia, are you ok? Is mom ok? Ben? Did uncle Vince try something again?" Layla panicked voice threw me off guard. I thought she was sleeping.

"I'm ok, are you" I could hear her sigh and whisper she's ok, I'm guessing to Will.

"Mia did you see the time. It's 11pm. Unless we're you're in a different time zone" I could imagine her saying that with an eye roll.

"That spell about Soulfinders in the middle of the Spell book. Does it work"

"Oh god, will my sister calls me in the middle of the night to ask me about a spell to lure boys, is she fucking with me?" I hear her tell Will.

"Hey Mia" will says cheerfully at the other side of the line.

"hey will" I smile. How did That poor English boy end up with a sister like mine. "And I'm not trying to lure boys Layla" I say in emphasis on her name.

"Whatever. Me and Will are busy. We're trying to make..."

"Oh gross" I cut her off. Not wanting to hear the rest "Just tell me if it works,I know you've tried it before"

"How do you know" I roll my eyes

"The page looks like a middle page poster in an old porn Magazine" she stays silent. I'm guessing she is closing her eyes. Imagining ways to kill me

"very well Sister" she says, faking Will's accent

"tell me so I don't have to kill your drive on whatever you and u brother in law were doing at 11pm"

"it doesn't tell you the name obviously"

"What?? Then it's useless"

"You say the spell, pull anything metalic across your heart and say the words that you see on the book. Then you'll get a riddle. Which is a pain in the ass if I tell you, I once-"

"Ok thank you sis, goodnight Will. See you guys when I visit. Next week"

"I hate you sometimes" Layla hangs up. I smirk. She loves me. I know she does.

I look at the spell, grab a spoon that has been in a mug since this morning. Layla said something metalic. This is this best thing close to metal,you don't expect me to go out and find a sword to you?

I look at the words, thankful that they aren't in French. I say them in my head before saying them out loud.

Two hearts one soul.
Two Hearts the rest we don't know
Utter my soul finders name in cryptonite
For our souls seek us to find.

I shut my eyes closed, waiting.

Waiting
Waiting
And waiting.  Open my eyes when I hear a ruffling sound. The sound of a pen scribbling on a paper, no seeing the pen or in some cases a feather and ink. My eyes widened. I rubbed my arms. It was already midnight and the cold was slowly enveloping the room.

Riddles to Bethrowed's name.
Your soul finder shimmers in a scarlet cape
Eyes of fae, teeth of a beast
Roll the stone on a tomb of an angel grave.

I laugh. I knew it was too good to be true. I'm an heir to only one parent's magic. My mother's telepathy. Bethrowed people inherit powers from both sides of the family,and I unfortunately didn't inherit any healing gifts from my father. That explains why I have mom's brown hair and her long legs. The beauty queen of her kind. I shrug it off. At least I'm not as hairy as dad, or have to wear glasses like Ben to help me see.

But Alas. The spell revealed that my Soulfinders has eyes of fae, perhaps it's not shitting with me, I might have a bethrowed.  He might be a fae. Good. I like gorgeous innocent looking fae. But I couldn't seem to brush off the fact that he might exist.

I yawn. I'd rather not worry about Soulfinders and start worrying about the walk of shame I'm gonna have to do tomorrow morning.

I might need a invisibility cloak.