[COMPLETE] [[**Sequel, The Hybrid Harold, is up!**]]
The first generation past the war has settled and the result is something no one from the past would recognize. In the United Human Alliance, the human run country that takes up much of the land m...
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The last four months had been brutal. I'd thought that Alenia knowing about the prophecy would help, but if anything it had made things worse. She didn't avoid me but she'd started spending time with Hank, spending time in ways I only wanted her to spend time with me. I wanted, needed to be closer to her, and in an effort to do just that (and ignore Wesley, who continually tested my control) I joined her and her friends at lunch. If I wanted to get closer to her I had to start somewhere. The table was silent when I sat down, Alenia saying nothing and her friends staring at me in shock.
The silence lasted about 12 seconds until Margie swallowed her food. "Decided to act like a big boy today?" She asked, her voice sweet, like that of a condescending mother to a little kid. Beside her Alenia groaned and let her head tall to the table, resting on her arms and hiding from the rest of us.
"Someone is especially bitchy today, do you need a hug?" I snapped right back at her, my voice not mocking sweetness like hers. From beneath her hair, Alenia groaned again. Picking fights with her best friends probably wasn't on the road to friendship, but the two kept putting themselves where they didn't belong.
"Forgive her," Christine said, as dry and normal of a tone as always. Unlike Margie, her casual talking didn't sound fake. Though, being as Christine rarely spoke with emotion, it was a lot easier to believe that she'd be casual. "She's still defensive of Alenia, you understand, right? I mean, you are the one who violated her mind."
She spoke it off hand, throwing away the words like they were casual news.
"You know what- you don't know what you're talking about!" I snapped.
"No, we do," Margie snapped. "It's you that doesn't communicate, not Alenia."
"Unless you're in the situation, back off," I growled.
Next to me, and across from Alenia, Fred kicked her foot under the table. When she lifted her head the bare minimum needed to see him, he sent her a questioning look. It seemed that only Margie and Christine knew the whole story.
Good.
"We won't though because wherever she goes, we do," Margie wasn't backing off, and it was pissing me off royally. I closed my eyes slowly, taking a deep breath.
"For now," I agreed, a clear point to what I said. That they wouldn't always be a bigger part of her life than me, that I would one day have her all to myself.
"Why you-" Margie started venomously, but before she could continue someone walked up behind the three girls, stopping the argument instantaneously.
"Are you Naomi Jones?!" Fred asked, sounding astounded. I shared his surprise, but not his expression.
"Yes, now shut your mouth, it's off-putting," Naomi spoke from behind Alenia, her tone just as I would expect from the leader of the neighboring nation. "Alenia, come with me."
