Fate always had the power to screw you over.
And Alexandra always thought that she had everything she could ask for: a caring family, a best friend and an attentive boyfriend. That is until she discovered the latter two alone in a car together.
Sin...
PS: I couldn't find a picture that fitted the image of Scott, so I had to resort to anime, cos' who doesn't love sexy anime men?😏 I present to you Scott at the top... Lol
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How had Kylon known where I was the night of the dance? Moreover, what had he even been doing there in the first place? Kylon didn't go to dances, or at least, he didn't go to those at school. He did go to parties, however. But how had he known I was in the bathroom with Josh? I doubt anyone could have heard me screaming over the loud music. So what, then?
Maybe he saw me leaving the hall with Josh, I thought, and he followed me.
Looking at it like that, it seemed plausible. Though why didn't he tell me before he left? Why had he been at the dance?
I groaned and gripped my hair at the roots; it was oily between my fingers. I needed a shower ASAP. I glanced at the bathroom door. Surely there was a shower in it. I peered down at myself wistfully, noting my wrinkled clothes. It was uncomfortable, and I pulled my nose.
Moving before I could change my mind, I rushed to the bathroom. The bathroom was spotless. Normal, to my relief. I didn't know what I'd been expecting–a gothic miscreation with some peculiar device supposed to be an ultra modern toilet, or a special magic toothbrush floating in the air. No, just an ordinary bathroom, with pearly white tiles constituting the floor and walls. The tiles were made of white stone I'd never seen before. Maybe it was marble.
Expensive.
Toiletries along with a fresh towel rested on the long counter made of that same white stone, and there was a big shower right across from it. There were no lights on the ceiling or walls that I could see, but the room was bright even though there were no windows. Despite how bathrooms tended to be cold, it was strangely balmy. Welcoming. Perhaps they'd suspected that I would shower and turned on some hidden underfloor heating system.
I eyed the towel and toiletries skeptically, shrugged, and then grabbed them. I started the shower. When the water was warm, I climbed out of my dirty clothes as fast as possible and dove into the shower. The warm water scalded my skin, but it was a nice burn, and I sighed in contentment as I let the water wash off the grime. Then I started scrubbing. Once my body was clean, I just let the water flow over my body, enjoying the ritual of equanimity where I was able to clear my thoughts.
I was a Hybrid.
I mouthed the word to test it, to hear it in my own voice. It was strange; it felt unfitting to call myself that. The term alluded to an outcast, a stranger surrounded by supernatural freaks. Except... I was going to be the weird one. I was going to be the stupid outlier that stood out. To them, I was the freak. I mean, how many Hybrids were on Atlantis? How many were there even in existence? Was I the only one on Atlantis?
