Fearless Beings

Chapter 12

Okay! People, I have this amazing commentor: I_am_myself_and_glad. Her thoughts are all positive as she kindly requested me privately to write this chapter. So ... yeah, this chapter is for her. Love you!
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Mia's POV
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*flashback*
Remembering where I was; who I was; what's my job, I frowned.

Okay, it'll be alright, right? It was just an in the moment thing. We can fix this. We can pretend like this never happened. If I ever face problems, I'll just go straight to Madele Rulph. She'll know what to do. She has been our guidance since forever. She'll figure it out. She'll send someone else. I'll tell her that I'm incapable of completing my duty. I'll tell her I'm not the one for this task. She'll help me. She'll have to. Or otherwise ...

I shook the unwanted thoughts away.

Noticing my frown, Tom rested his forehead against mine. "I'm sorry," he murmured.

I shook my head again, unable to speak. What did I get myself into?

"Mia?"

I turned around, hoping, no begging for this to be false. But ... I wasn't that lucky.

There, staring at us with a jaw resting on the floor, was the one and only Cassandra Heighl.
*end of flashback*

"He's hot!" Cassandra exclaims.

People, you might have thought Cassandra would be extremely mad and disappointed, but nope. My friend is a hormonal teenager.

"My God, could you get any louder?" I hiss at her.

She flashes me her smile. "I wish I was you."

She's kidding, right?

"Careful what you wish for," I say.

"Now, young lady, start explaining and don't you dare try changing lanes." She straightened in the bench we're sitting at.

After half an hour of explaining (don't look at me like that. It would have took less time if not for Cassandra interrupting me every minute or two), I sigh. This is so a bad day.

Cassandra jumping in front of me like a child who was just interviewed with SpongeBob Spuare Pants. I don't even know why the 'Bob' thing. 

"Cass," I say, quietly.

She looks alarmed at my hushed tone.
"Um ... should I be worried about your tranquil voice? Or has it been a habit since loverboy?"

My mind goes to when I first met him. Nope. Almost all of our conversations were spent yelling at each other.

"Okay, what do I do now?" I look at my best friend for support. Then something in my brain switches. "No, wait. Before you answer this question. Why are you here early."

"Oh," she pauses for a dramatic effect. "My mum just told me that she has discovered that we've been celebrating my birth date wrongly. I know, my mum is crazy."

"Death-birth date," I comment under my breath.

"What was that?" Cass asks.