Arcadia Academy

Ch.1 {Once upon a kick..}

"Hello guys! Are you doing well? I hope everyone had a great day. My day wasn't that great. Met a friend again who opened my wounds from the past. I took this oppurnity to inspire me and let go from it. Get some chips, relax on your couch and enjoy the read! " - Grimmtale

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Orions POV

It's a rough night as I'm standing in the middle of the park while the wind is blowing like crazy. My "friend" and I are the only people standing infront of the large statue from miss. Havington. A hunter from the 18. hundreds. Even though her story never got to me I knew she was a big deal at that time. I'm still asking myself why I never heard of her in any history books. Who was she? What did she exactly do to be a hero..?

,,Hey, are you even listening!?"

I turn around to my drunk friend who is sitting on the bench. He looks quite lonely. My face is cringing hard as I look down on him. I can't believe he called me out. After all this shit I had to go through because of him. He did me a lot.

,,-I tell you.. s-someday he will regret everything! EVERYTHING. He will beg me for forgiveness like a little ***** and regret how he treated me like shit.", he begins blabbering, swinging the bottle up and down. Even though his face is covered in his hoodie, I know he was crying a while ago just from his voice. It's shaky as hell.

He looks exactly like his dad, the man he despises with his life. An apple doesn't fall far from its tree. It annoys me to the core.

"What did you even call me for? You knew I was doing my homework.", I say, looking quite impatient. I put my hands in my pocket while giving him a death stare.

A creaking laugh escapes his mouth which he tried to hide.

,,Great Joke! ~We both know you wouldn't do your homework even if your life depends on it.", he laughs sarcastically, making me narrow my eyebrows. He isn't lying though.. I grab the bottle from his hand and took a sip myself. It's been a while since I taste the bitter flavour again.

,,The truth is, you wanted to get away from your father as well! By the way.. isn't he returning from work by now?", he smirks. I am not even thinking about answering his question. I give him company on the bench as I sit next to him, still drinking the whole bottle.

,,The truth is.. you simply hate me. You wouldn't spend time with me even if I was dying. You wan't to cut ties with me so badly after everything I put you through. Not to mention this thing with Sarah..", he says, not showing a sign of guilt. It makes me grit my teeth and mentally punch him in the face. I want to punch this idiot so badly and let him bleed to death here.

,,Not as if Sarah didn't ask for it! She always came running to me...", he laughs.

"But to think she would jump on the next guy again..", he sighs in vain. I want to punch him. I want to give him a blue eye like he did to me that time.. but instead I rather play the nice guy, controll my anger and start to say..

"Don't worry, dude. She wasn't the girl for both of us." But I didn't mean a thing. It came over my lips like the cold wind on my skin.

He remains quiet. Instead he stands up, walking crossway through the park. Why can he walk anyway? I thought he was never good at drinking. My mouth is closed from the start and neither am I thinking about helping him walk properly. I just follow him behind like a quiet kitten. He stoped walking and looked up to the statue of miss. Havington. He stares at her with those weird eyes.

"I can't stand her.", he says, leaving me confused.

"Why though? She doesn't seem like a threat.", I say back. He continues to stare at the statue of stone and lime. Her hair is bound tight, her dress is dangerously intimading, her arrow tells me not to ‚fuck' with her - but I have no idea why there is a big ass tentacle surrounding her.. Is she fighting against this beast? Or is she protected by it.. Who knows.