\\ Amazing trailer by @loyallyric //
One secret, one curse, is enough to change everything. Everything she knew, everything she thought she understood, became nothing, twisting into an ultimate heap of confusion. He is after her, the one that has...
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"Woah! What happened?!" Rey exclaims as soon as we make our way into the cafeteria doors, Jordi hanging onto me for support still. I begged him to see the nurse, but he refused for he claims that the nurse hates him for no apparent reason, and at that, I only roll my pale grey eyes.
"It's true," he would say, though those two simple words don't convince me one bit.
It hits me that Rey and Jordi don't have any classes together until the afternoon, so therefore she wouldn't have seen Jordi nor I because of what happened this morning.
"It's a long story," I state, not wanting to explain, though I know I have to at some point. Jordi croaks a soft "thanks" to me when I lead him to the table. Apparently, Alakade dodged him by the legs first, then starting throwing punches left and right, and that's how the fight - well really a punching bag versus human - started. The thought still gives me the bone chills.
I'm about to sit down, joining Rey and Jordi, but I instantly remember that I left some papers and books I need in my locker. I internally groan to myself and excuse myself for a second from the cousins. I circuit around and pace out of the cafeteria, not giving a glance to anyone. I feel eyes on me, though I pay no attention to them.
Haunting to my locker, I turn the lock right, left, then right again, the lock releasing instantly. I stick my hand into the deep locker, pulling out an English textbook along with a biology book, slinging them gently on the tiled floor, the sound waves echoing off the walls that are littered with posters and tack boards.
I hear footsteps approaching and I involuntarily face the direction they're coming from. The souls of their shoes clap against the white tiled floor with every step they take, and what's strange is that no one else is around to hear these steps, only me.
Seconds later, Alakade comes emerging from behind a wall, a door gently slamming shut from where he just entered. I pivot back to my locker, not wanting to see him and his face any longer than I have to.
"What do you want, Vincent?" I sigh, annoyed slightly.
"I just wanted to say I'm sorry," he comes up to my side.
"You're telling the wrong person that," I point out.
"I know, Jordi's not going to let me ever come near him, so by telling you the weight is sort of lifted...I guess."
"And you wonder why I hate you," I mutter under my breathe, but he seems to let it slide.
"I'm really sorry," he repeats again.
"Why'd you do it in the first place?" I harshly question.
His sharp jaw visibly clenches, and unclenches, "This is going to sound stupid..." he runs a hand through his hair once more, staring down at the floor.
"I'm listening," I spat.
"He came down the hall, purposely hammering his shoulder into mine, from that point...I don't know, I just lost it. It seemed as if he wanted to pick a fight, so I gave it to him," he says, not stuttering once, which imply he's - surprisingly - telling the truth, but a part of me nags saying it doesn't make any sense at all.
I cross my arms over my chest, my stature lowering as I bend my knee to the side, suggesting that I don't want to face him any longer.
"Jordi wouldn't do something like that, he's better than that. He's not like the idiotic teenagers I've seen, he's different than that," I mutter.
A look flashes across Alakade's face, but it's quickly shielded, almost too quickly for me to identify it as hurt, though I don't know why.
Then the thought of yesterday come back to me, then it urges me to ask.
"Where were you last night?" I say rather quickly. Sounding vamoose.
"What? Why?" he seems caught off guard by the quick subject change, but I ignore it, stating my question again, desperate for answers.
"I was at my house...why are you asking?" His tone almost sounds outraged.
"You weren't anywhere else? Fore say the small cafe down Canal Street?"
He slightly shakes his head, "what? No, I wasn't out at all, why?"
I feel all the blood leave my cheeks as begin to feel nauseous.
"Oh my gosh..." I murmur.
"What? What's going on that you're not telling me?" He grasps my arm, and I regret ever asking him this, for my worst thought, was true.
As far as I know, there's only one Alakade, there's only one that looks like that, not two. The last time I checked, he has no identical twin. This can only mean one thing.
There's one shapeshifter, one that follows me, it seems.
This whole dilemma still sounds like fiction, this whole thing sounds ridiculous, but it has to be. My assumptions have to be true.
One shapeshifter, one psycho personality, one Adrian Athen.
