This felt like Jekyll and Hyde. I took notice in Shirley's attitude as of late, it was... Nerve racking, I guess. Tate came into the English classroom and sat down next to Wynrie. They sat silently, but they did glance at each other frequently.
Tate ducked his head down lower and quietly spoke," I need to see you later Wynrie. I need your help with... Something that I cannot explain as of now. Please, just.. Come, " he said.
Tate watched as Wynrie grew restless from his words. He knew he put her in a bad position, but it was not to cause harm. He had always seen Wynrie as his sister in a way. Always had. Growing up with her was what had made him come this far too. He knew it was for Daemon as well, even though he didn't like to admit it.
Tate had a certain need for her in his life. He was weary when it came to Daemon. Daemon was staring at Wynrie and Tate and he was becoming enraged with it. He didn't like when his brother was with Wynrie for anything. He wanted to keep Wynrie safe and away from the dangerous criminal.
Tate had been convicted of murder of several people in Idaho when he was younger. He snuck out of the house and left on a killing spree. Wynrie noticed Daemon staring at her. Liars and thieves were sitting among the three in this classroom of horror. This stupidity.
Travesty was striking. Daemon got up during the middle of the class and walked out. Wynrie sat back in her chair and Tate was smiling wickedly. Shirley rolled her eyes at Tate. She always pitied him for some reason. When he got like this, when he changed, she became uninterested in the friendship.
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Violently Icy
Teen FictionNear death She was.... Wynrie Moon was a 16 year old outcast girl from the Monterey City rental apartments. School was very struggling for her... Daemon Embers was the outcast boy who had a certain attitude... She found him to be her dream King...
