White Masquerade (Book 1)

Chapter 17

Sorry for the cliffhanger in the last chapter! But I always like ending it mysteriously because it will only keep you excited for the next chapter!

I'm so happy you're starting to love the characters, especially Alex, he's special to me haha,

Dedication goes to @faceetious , love you babe :)

(this chapter is unedited, will edit it as soon as i can.)

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Jules's POV:

It has been more than a week since my transformation, and a week for Liam's departure to New Hampshire and the last time I talked with Sam.

Tuesday, I locked myself inside my room, I didn't even say goodbye to Liam. He didn't notice my wrecked state being too caught up in his own theories. The vacant Moon residence became a dwelling for my sorrows, feeding on my self-confidence, and sleeping with my demons.

It was the first time I have shed a tear for a living human. It started with a tear that I fought so hard to swallow, but ended up falling and duplicating down my cheeks, burning my skin alive.

Wednesday, I was a walking dead person. I didn't eat for the entire day, and skipped school for the first time. Delilah has knocked on my door with a basket of food, but I didn't open. I couldn't open and see her face recalling the stinging visions of her and Sam in his own bed.

The only thing I was able to do, was sit on my bed and listen to depressing music on my iPod. By the time I have reached the end of the playlist, I was long asleep. It was one of those times where I thanked God I'm supernatural, to be able to stay without food for an entire day and not feel dizzy.

Thursday, I decided to attend. Sitting in my class like a machine, I didn't even do my homework, or pay attention. Max sat with me at lunch, alone. He was happy and that brought some contentment to my heart, for a short while at least. Forcing a bite down my throat, I saw Sam alone and almost spat it out.

The dark rings under his eyes have worsened, making a deadly contrast with his pale skin. He's wearing his red and black plaid chemise opened to reveal a gray shirt that matched his dark jeans. If there was any sane emotion or ounce of energy left in me, I would have gone and kissed his pain away.

I would have told him, I'm here and I wouldn't leave him for the world. I would have spread my wings and protected him if I had to. But I couldn't, because I was the one who drove him away. He looked at me as if to take permission, but considering my stubborn bitchiness, I turned my head to the side, excused myself from Max, and left the table.

Friday, I walked to school and attended my classes, the same routine of yesterday's repeating over again. Max joked with me and tried to turn the mood lighter, but the only thing he was able to extract from me was a faint smile.

On my way back home, Delilah caught up with me and didn't take a 'no' for an answer.

"What is happening with you? You used to be so much more fun." She whined fastening her steps to keep track.

"You've known me for a week Delilah." I told her staring everywhere but her eyes.

"Jules, I know something is happening between you and Sam." She finally said and stood in her track.

"What are you talking about?" I turned to her freezing. She couldn't have known.

"He didn't say anything, but I could see it. We had make up sex," She informed me and I cringed at her use of words, especially in front of me. "but it wasn't like before. Neither of us felt passionate about it."