M.Y.T.H.S

+Chapter Twelve+

*Felicite's POV*

"...and then, as you saw, he kissed me," I said, concluding my ten minute, immensely detailed recount of every moment I had spent with Carter that had led to that event not half an hour ago. I had attempted a subject change multiple times, but Louisa hadn't given up. Plus, she could have died an hour ago, so it was the least I could do to make her smile. The day that hearing all of the details of my love (not love) life doesn't cheer Louisa up, is the day I'll know that something is very very very wrong.

"He kissed you!" She giggled, unable to contain her joy. "I told you! I said you two were meant to be together!"

Her glee was contagious, and I was unable to keep a grin off my face. "He did, and you did."

A few seconds of silence passed. "Oh my God, he kissed me! I kissed him! We kissed!"

Louisa laughed out loud, before groaning and clutching her ribs. "I knew there was an excited, romantic side to you somewhere!" She wheezed. "If only I'd known it just took a kiss to bring it to the surface. I'd have hooked you up with someone ages ago!"

We laughed and chatted about it for a few more minutes, before the need for silence overcame us both and our conversation trailed out. While Louisa needed quiet to sleep and recover, I needed it to properly process what had happened this afternoon.

After Carter had kissed me, I'd begun chatting to Louisa, and he to Keegan. We had made eye contact a few times, always accompanied by a smile from both of us. Eventually though, Keegan had been released with only a few bruises, and Carter had left to accompany him back to his dorm. Louisa had to stay in overnight just to monitor her, as she'd hit her head quite hard and had s concussion. As Keegan was leaving, I noticed him glancing at Louisa several times, his eyes always a battle of what had looked to me like guilt and a strange, cold, lack of emotion. But it was probably just the shock, and him blaming himself for her getting hurt. But it's not his fault, he couldn't have known.

As soon as Keegan and Carter had gone out the door, Louisa had begun grilling me for details, and eventually insisted on a long description of all the time I'd spent with Carter, without a detail spared. But I had spared a few. Anything to do with the Hybrid thing in the library - my eyes and hair changing colour - that was completely missed from my story. I still hadn't come to terms with it, had barely allowed myself to think about it. I kept telling myself that it was a problem for another day. And it is. For now, sleep, here I come. Even if this is one of the most uncomfortable chairs I've ever been in in my entire life.

"Grace..." Someone whispered in my ear.

I pushed away the finger that poked me in the side, not wanting anything to disrupt the first actual sleep I'd had all night. See, sleep had been the plan, but it didn't really happen. You know when you're really tired during the day, and you swear you could fall asleep standing up, but then when you try, it's more or less impossible? Yep, that was me. But I wasn't even standing. So basically, no sleep.

"Grace!"

I remained unmoving. That was, until a the smell of caffeine was wafted under my nose, and I instinctively opened my eyes to grab the coffee.

"Good morning to you too," he said.

As I moved the focus of my eyes from the delicious coffee, I was greeted with Carter's face.

I took a sip of coffee, my caffeine-deprived brain slowly processing the sudden influx of information from my senses.

"Carter!" I started, a few seconds later. "Morning, thanks for the coffee."

"No problem, seems like you need it."

"Trust me, you never want to wake me up without coffee, it doesn't end well for anyone."