How I Met Mr Jinn ✔️

Chapter Twenty

Dark Woods

      "Your lying!?" I laughed, "Sure, you can run and carry heavy things while looking like a highschool boy.. but flying? No. That ain't it."

He twisted his brows in confusion, probably wondering why I was too abnormal for girls my age and their level of intelligence. I was a bit shocked myself that he couldn't interpret the last sentence. And you'd think walking the streets alone for a few years wasnt going to learn you a whole new language. Nonetheless, It felt awkward, especially when I was about to say that he didn't have wings to fly in the first place.

And when he didn't get the joke.

According to any physical rule, there was no proof of whatever he was saying was in fact true... But yet again, the mystery seemed to always be around him. He had surprised me so many times that it made me think everything was possible. But in this situation, I hoped that it was a lie. If it wasnt, well... I could already see myself fainting and falling to the ground.

But his lips barely broke into a smile.

Oops...

"Your.. not lying?" I asked, quite unsure.

"Nope." He shook his head, amusement curving a smile onto his lips.

"Oh."

Something lit up in my head, and my eyes went wide open. I looked at him daringly, and said, "Well... Prove it."

***

        I wish he could have just jumped out the window then rise up like how Peter Pan did, but he insisted on the hills five blocks away from our house.

An average Grecio plot. I thought to myself.

The mountain area, near the local park, was where most houses or mansions of the 'sophisticated' were. I hardly knew anyone who lived there, and in most cases that Olivia plays the exception- she was definitely the exception in this case as well. While her place was a bit closer to the city then were we climbed, we were certainly in a foreign and undiscovered land- for now, at least.

It was pitch black when we got there- which was expected since we were far from any source of light. However, There was a small house behind us. But like the others yards away, it was dark, with only a classic Londen lamp collecting every mosquito- except the ones near us- apparently.

"Ow!"

"They're ten times smaller than you. Get over it." He said, skipping the piled rocks, jumping to the top of the hill, therefor, leaving me behind.

"You're not human. You wouldn't understand anyway." I muttered. It was obvious being who he was, that small pest like mosquitoes where no threat at all. I even doubted that his blood was to their liking.

"Understand what?" He asked, letting his head out.

"Nothing," I shrugged.

Grecio held out a hand, and I took it with no hesitation. He pulled me up, but before I had the chance to lecture him, my eyes quickly found themselves staring in administration.