The Cursed One

The Fight

Nikolina's POV//

Lysander brought me back to my dorm after we finished eating. He sat across from me, and examined my bedroom. I watched him for some time, but eventually it grew boring so I laid down. I yawned, and Lysander looked at me.

"You tired?" He asked, taking note of my yawn.

"Me? No, I'm perfectly fine," I answered, and sat back up, "besides, are you even supposed to be in my room?"

"I don't see why not."

"Right. Of course you wouldn't."

Lysander stood up, and paced around my room. Should I tell him about Zaiden taking me on a date Saturday? No. Maybe he'll get mad. Wait, why should I care? He's not my parent. So, I don't care. I'm going to tell him. I looked backed up at Lysander, and nodded. He stopped, and looked at me with a puzzled look. I looked down at my lap, and he walked over.

"What's wrong? Are you in pain?" He asked, and I shook my head. "Okay? Then what's wrong? You've been acting strange ever since Lazarus, and I came back."

"Zaiden asked me on a date." I muttered, and covered my face, hoping Lysander didn't hear.

"I couldn't hear you. What did you say?"

"Uh..." I shook my head quickly, and looked away from him, "If you didn't hear, then it doesn't matter."

"You know, Princess. We're partners, you shouldn't hide stuff from me."

"And I told you not call me that, so I guess we're even."

Lysander's phone began to ring, and he sighed. Grabbing it out of his pocket he looked at the caller ID. When he saw who it was he groaned.

"It's Lazarus." He complained, and threw his phone on my bed.

"Your not going to answer?" I asked, looking at it.

"There's no point. If he wants to talk he knows where I am."

Lysander sat down on the ground, and relaxed his back against my bed. I leaned down, and stroked his hair. He looked upwards at me, but didn't say anything so I continued. His phone vibrated twice, and I glanced at it. The screen lit up, and showed two messages from Lazarus, then another missed call. Lysander growled, and I looked at him.

"Princess, can you hand me my phone?" He asked, and I grabbed his phone, handing it to him, "Thanks."

I watched as Lysander unlocked his phone, and went to his messages. One message said 'Lysander, call me.' while the other one said 'Lysander, it's important. I need you to call me.' Lysander stood up, and walked to my doorway.

"I'll be right back." He said, and I nodded.

I laid down, and rested my head on my pillow, looking at the ceiling, as I waited for Lysander to come back. I wonder what's so important.

Lysander's POV//

I dialed Lazarus's number, and held my phone up to my ear. It rung three times, before Lazarus eventually answered. He sounded like he was out of breath, and I rubbed he back of my head. He didn't say anything at first, so I cleared my throat.

"Good you called," he finally said. "There's two things I want to tell you."

"Okay, well hurry. What's this about? I'm hanging out with Princess."

"Actually, Lysander. One of the things is about her."

"Huh? What's wrong? Did you figure something out about what happened today?"