How do I tell him? ( prinxiety and logicality)

Lies in Disguise (Part 2)

TW: slight cussing

Jezebel's POV (A/N you'll figure it out)

I was left at 6 years old. My oldest brother left us when I was six and my only sister died shortly after. Now, my older brother treats me like I'm not real anymore. I scurried around from place to place, trying to find out what to do next.

    I used to reside in central town, a place where every single other sub-side stayed. I was SO out of place there. Being "Mischief" doesn't mean that I'm a bad person. I hated the nicknames people gave me. "Wicked Bitch of the West", "Satan's Spawn", "Evil Scum". They just don't get it. They thought I was different in every possible way. I was just scared and alone.

Now, I'm 17. I live with my best friend on the outskirts of the main portion of the mind. We lived in a rather small house, but it was home to us. He's more of a brother than mine ever were.

"Mornin', Jezebel" I heard as I awoke form my slumber. I looked at my door to be greeted by my best and only friend, Damien. Damien was 26. Much like my brothers, he was brown- haired, hazel- eyed, and hella annoying at times. Other than that, he was kind, loving, and gentle with my feelings.

"Mornin', Da" (A/N It's pronounced as Day) I responded sleepily

"Wanna head into town later? I need supplies for a project I'm working on."

"If it's anything that'll make Logan look like a doofus, I'm in." I replied happily. I crawled off of bed to get ready. To be honest, my bed is just a worn out mattress on the floor

    After I was done getting ready, I walked in front of my mirror to view my outfit. I felt cute today. I wore a black T-Shirt that had fake jewels around the collar of it, jeans, a jean-jacket, and a black beanie. I felt satisfied with my outfit so I walked into the "living room". It was basically just the rest of our house. Damien was sitting on a kitchen stool eating cereal from the box. We were low on funds, so we ate whatever we could afford. We didn't have a T.V., a microwave, a proper bed, good heating, or any kind of extra luxury. We're just thankful that this place had running water and some furniture.

"Pass the box!" I yelled from behind him. He tossed the box to me. Luckily, I caught it.

"You threw it too hard, jackass."

"Sorry." He said sarcastically.

I finish eating some of the cereal and we head to town. Instead of taking the long route around the river, we decide to take a shortcut through the forest. I love the forest. The scenery can vary on Thomas' emotion, but I love both versions of this place. My friends reside here too, so that's nice. I wanted to join their league, but Damien said it wouldn't do any good to justify my name.

The beautiful trees swayed with the cool breeze, creating a calm and relaxing scene for me. I can hear the clashing of metal in the distance. The camp site must be near.

"Da, can we make a stop-over at the campsite? Please!?!" I pleaded with big kitty eyes

"Fine, fine. Only for a little bit, okay?"

"Yay!!"I triumphed

I walk over to where I heard the metal clanking earlier. I push a few branches aside to see the clearing. There they were, the best warriors I knew. Thomas' femininity was overwhelming so all of the scouts were girls. That only made them more badass.

Lea was Thomas' instinct. Amy was Trust. Savannah was his loyalty. Reik (A/N pronounced as rake) was sportsmanship and\or camaraderie. Caine, who was my closest friend when I was on the streets, was Skill and Stealth. London, an elegant yet fierce soul, was honor. Amanda, commonly referred to as Mandy, was Bravery. Mari was Hope; she was so gentle with her words but she was a warrior. Elvira was supposed to represent cowardliness, but she, just like myself, did her best to oppose her name. Fay was sub-knowledge; she was a spawn of Logan. She was a bitch, but no one told her.