I am not the chosen one, that's my best friend. Or...was my best friend.
Who is Versailles? Not really anyone important, a daughter of criminals and a random student of the most prestigious high school in England is all she was. That was until she s...
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𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖋𝖆𝖍
I brought my fingers to Angelo's face, checking to see if the glaze over his eyes would disappear. It didn't, so I snapped loudly. "Someone had a late night," I commented, setting my bags down to take my seat beside him.
"And someone is late," he yawned, looking down at his watch, which was so shiny it was almost reflective.
"Stop pretending you can read time," I snorted taking out my notepad.
This was our fifth session and I was surprised to find out it was going well between him flirting with me whenever he got the chance and having handwriting comparable to chicken scratches I was actually managing to get him somewhere. And considering he came to me knowing nothing that was reassuring.
"Well, I managed to finish marking the last test I gave you," I reached into my bag to pull out the stapled papers with the red marker scribbled all over the pages. The sound of the library door slamming startled me making me drop the paper on the floor "Sorry," I apologized to him, bending over slightly so I could grab it from beneath the table.
"Don't worry I'm enjoying the view."
I pinched him when I finally sat back up, rolling my eyes at the little comment he made. "So you got a forty-eight percent which is an improvement but definitely not where you need to be," I found the words dying in my throat when I realised he was not paying attention, his gaze elsewhere. "Angelo?"
"Have you ever seen Chrissy in the Library, Castle?"
Following his eyes, I was met with Chris, whom I assumed had just entered the library. She was sitting at a table nearby with her friends on each side of her all of them seemingly chatting her ear off. "I'm sure you can ask her," I tapped the test paper, "after we finish discussing your corrections."
"Corrections?" he frowned, "But you usually do those for me."
"Yeah well I realized you wouldn't learn if I kept doing that," I felt a pair of eyes on me, making the hairs on my neck stand, "But I'll lead you through them so you're not completely lost," he was not focusing again which made me sigh, "Do you have another colored pen?"
"Amore I come to school with myself only."
I nodded, getting up from my seat, "Thought so, I'll go get one from the librarian."
Hearing a bunch of snickers behind me almost made me turn on my heel and walk out of the library completely but I took a deep breath and continued my way to Mrs Edu to borrow one of her green pens before making my way back to my seat.
"Are you alright Castle?" I was almost shocked to see that Angelo had turned his attention away from gawking at Chrissy to stare at me, a deep thoughtful look on his face. One I'd never seen there before.
