Fairy tales are a load of bull. At least, that's what Valerie Lockhart believes.
Not the part about magic or fate or fairy godmothers - though she highly doubts that those exist either - but the part about happy endings. The happy endings in fai...
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In comparison to seeing someone being impaled by a dagger and laughing about it, college seemed a bit... bland.
It's not like the work suddenly turned less or easier, it's just that lectures and pop quizzes paled in comparison to everything that Valerie had gone through.
As she sat in a lecture hall, doodling on the margins of her paper, she thought back to everything that had happened less than a week ago.
After the initial shock of what had happened in the wearhouse had worn off, Valerie had gotten the scolding of her life. Apparently, getting drunk with your so-called "mate's" ultimate enimy was generally frowned upon.
"I thought you were being tied up and tortured," Hayden had said, a bit too loudly for Valerie's liking. All she could focus on were the twenty-something poeple around them that were obviously eavesdropping. Valerie hated the judgement in their eyes.
"I didn't ask you to come get me," she had bitten out. She chose to believe that her words weren't slurred. "And I didn't ask you to bring an entire party with either."
"You're unbelievable. I- we all came to save you." It was easier for Valerie to ignore the hurt in his eyes.
"Well, as you can see, I don't need any saving. Sebastian and I were having a very nice conversation before you so rudely interrupted."
Valerie had shaken off the gentle hand Hayden had placed on her arm. She'd ignored the worry in his voice as he had said, "You don't understand. Sebastian Blakely doesn't do 'nice conversations'. He's a cold blooded killer, and he won't hesitate to kill you the second you cease to be useful. Only an idiot would sit and play nice with something that crawled up from hell."
And just because it irritated Valerie that he was speaking to her like she was a five year old, she turned around and stormed off. Even in her drunken state, Valerie knew that she was being unreasonable, but she couldn't stop her feet from moving.
She hadn't seen him since.
Valerie had soon realised that whoever said "Out of sight, out of mind," had probably been high on something, because even though she hadn't so much as gotton a glimpse of Hayden, he was all she could think about. His brown hair, his kind green eyes, the way he looked at her like he would do anything for her...
It all irritated her beyond measure.
And what was even worse, was that that morning when Valerie had been rushing off to class, there had been a beautiful bouque of red roses at her door. Between the flowers was a card signed with a simple, "I'm sorry for snapping at you. -Hayden," along with a cell phone number she'd assumed was his.
She had been fuming! How dare he apologise when he didn't do anything wrong! She was the one that should be apologising. Not him. The nerve he had... Unbelievable. She didn't even like red roses.
