School of Creation ; SetoSolace

| 8 |

So, class ended.

School ended.

As the sounds of students screaming and the hollering teachers faded, Brice and Zek were among the last ones of exit the school. Taking a step outside, the air smelled damp, as if it had rained the night before. Looking around, Brice opened up his phone and looked at his text messages. Finding Adam's message specifically, he opened the conversation up. Zek stood on his toes, peaking over the blond's shoulder.

The Cringe - Two Messages Since 15:01 (3:01PM)

my address is E15 Creation St.,
see u l8ter

k

triggered that just
caused a vietnam flashback

dammit adam

The two friends made awkward eye contact with each other, before heading off to the other's house. Since it was in section E, it wouldn't take too much of a hassle to find, mostly because Brice's own house, G01, was nearby. Going at a quick pace, the two made it there within five to six minutes. Brice strolled up the white, wooden porch steps, with each step making an irritable creaking noise.

So, Brice anxiously stood there, waiting for Adam to answer the door while Zek leaned against the dusty white porch railing. The silver colored door slowly opened, followed with a loud creak. 'Does he ever fix anything here? Jesus.' Brice's eyes was met with a soft, red velvet colored eye. Ty smiled, shuffled aside while saying, "Come in."

Zek and Brice nodded, with the two entering in side by side. The air had smelled like fresh scented candles, particularly cinnamon. The floor was recently polished and the prestige white walls were glossy, almost as if you could see your reflection in both. Upon entering, Adam looked up from his book, then signaled the two to come join him on the couch. They did as followed, sitting down next to the brown haired male on the lumpy leather couch.

"I can tell something's on your mind, Brice." Adam chuckled, adjusting his sunglasses. For a moment there was a flash of a pair of golden, bright eyes that were filled with enthusiasm.

"Obviously—" Ty scoffed, sitting down next to Adam as well. The oak brown haired male punched the other in the shoulder, glaring at him.

"What should I do?" Brice murmured, burying his face into his sweaty palms. His voice was muffled, quiet. "That Scripture just appearing out of no where means that 'Rebellion' is going to happen."

"Of course something's going to happen, you're the Prince after all. Where ever the Prince goes, trouble seems to always lurk behind it." Zek spoke up, clearing his throat.

"Moving on," Brice glared at Zek, "that blurry photo that came with the Scripture seems to have a resemblance to that Kaji. It's uncanny, even though it's extremely blurry."

"True, but let's focus on the Scripture. It talks about 'Rebellion,' like you mentioned earlier. There is a bad issue on your part because there are many possibilities, but the upmost important one that I can think of is that they're rebelling against the King and You." Ty explained, counting on his fingers.

"Then, why would Seto need to play a roll in this? He probably doesn't know any better than we do." Adam replied, patting Brice on the back. The blond felt beads of sweat dripping down his forehead like a faucet. "But, if something happens, you know we'll be behind you on this—you'll just need to explain it to the others. You're stressing about nothing, everything will be alright. Bring over the Scripture again, we'll look through them closely this time."