When Cupid assigns Adrian Finch with the task of helping one human find love in time for Valentines Day, he's determined to carry through with it.
Too bad stubborn, cynical Phoebe isn't going to make it any easier for him - especially because she's...
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C h a p t e r F o u r
DID YOU DO it? Did you make any progress? What was she like? Can I meet her?"
Adrian groans into his pillow, but doesn't make any move to get up from underneath his sheets. It feels like too much effort to actually lose the warmth of his tortilla-wrapped blanket just to ward off the intruder, much less pry open his eyes.
He knows he should have expected this sooner or later - typical of Allie to barge into his dorm at odd hours of the day or night and start jabbering on, expecting him to heed to her every query.
She rips his comforter off, prodding his side with her foot. "Hello?" she demands. "Get up, loser."
"Get lost, Allie," Adrian replies back with the same haughty tone, then grimaces when he gets a bony elbow jabbed into him in response. "Dammit. Okay. Let me just get some shut-eye for a few more minutes."
From his peripheral vision, he can make out Allie hurling her hands up into the air with exasperation clearly etched onto her face.
He shifts position, peering through his messy fringe of bed-hair. "Shouldn't you be in class?"
If it weren't for his own privy assignment, he would've been snoozing away at the back of a classroom like all the other trainees at Crisscross Academy.
His assignment would probably be waking up right now for school, too, but he figures preserving a few more minutes to sleep won't do him any harm. Besides, he's more than aware of his unrefined timing. Running into her again like the first time, although not a sight he can particularly complain about, wouldn't earn him any brownie points. She would probably just start clocking him with heavier objects.
"I should," Allie agrees, slipping out a compact mirror from the humongous purse draped over her shoulder. "But as far as Aphrodite knows, I'm currently spewing last night's dinner into a toilet bowl." She pops open the mirror while proudly waving a hall pass in her other hand, purple-painted lips glimmering with a wide smile.
Now that the warmth of his blanket has left and tiny slivers of cold are hiking up the length of his spine, Adrian heaves himself up into a sitting position, leaning back against the headboard.
One trait both Finch siblings share is their single-mindedness. Allie, Adrian knows, won't leave until she's succeeded in wringing out every last detail from him like a dishtowel.
He smothers a yawn. "There's not much to tell, Al. I've barely had enough time to enact anything worth recounting. It's a slow process." At this, an annoyed scowl takes over his face.
Possibly the easiest way to make anyone fall in love is popping arrows into two unsuspecting people's asses with Cupid's legendary crossbow, but 1) that thing is an insanely prized antiquity - hell, he's convinced that Cupid even sleeps with it 2) Adrian is pretty sure he'll be strangled to death with Cupid's infamous tush if he's ever caught trying to (stealthily) steal it and 3) Adrian cannot, for the life of him, be stealthy even if he tries. Which he does, really. Try. But he's just not meant to master such an ability.
