Cravingz [Editing]

Ch.33 (Annoying much?)

Chadwayne's POV

I'm back home, and honestly, I'm bored as shit. It was somewhere in the afternoon, and my phone wouldn't stop buzzing with texts and missed calls.

Of course, I knew who it was—my so-called friends—and yes, I was being ridiculously lazy about answering either one of them.

Home alone? Perfect. It gave me plenty of time to snoop around, especially in my parents' room. I needed to find something—anything—that might help me understand the mess we were left with. As the self-designated "S.O.B." (Send Out Boy), I felt like I didn't have much choice in the matter.

Lyly had left to do something—I couldn't quite remember what, but I distinctly recalled her yelling over her shoulder before slamming the door behind her.

With a few snacks in hand, I made my way upstairs to my parents' room. I grabbed the handle of the doorknob, only to find it locked.

Why wasn't I surprised? I rolled my eyes, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

"Okay, let's see if I can get creative," I muttered, attempting a little unlocking spell I'd picked up from Dad. It didn't work. The door still wouldn't budge.

"Well played, Mom," I said with a sigh, realizing she'd likely put some kind of locking spell on her room.

"Even when you're dead, you're still a step ahead of me," I chuckled darkly, slumping down beside their closed door.

The weight of grief and guilt threatened to crush me, but I pushed it away. I had to focus. I needed answers, not a pity party.

Deciding I wasn't going to get anywhere sulking on the floor, I stood up and paced the hallway for a moment before heading back downstairs. I needed to make a call—someone who might have information that could help me navigate this new life without our parents.

Pulling out my phone, I scrolled through my contacts until I found the name I was looking for. I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the heaviness in my chest, and pressed the call button.

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Lyonna's POV

As I arrived at Stefan's house, I took a deep breath and let myself in. The familiar scent of his home wrapped around me, but a wave of nervousness washed over me as I stepped into the living room. There, on the couch, sat Stefan with Jessica and Jacob, chatting animatedly.

I paused for a moment, unsure how to act around Stefan when I was in the presence of those who didn't know what we were. A mixture of excitement and apprehension churned in my stomach.

"It's okay, little one. Come here," Stefan said, his voice warm and inviting, snapping me out of my thoughts.

As I walked toward them, Jessica and Jacob turned to look at me, and I felt my cheeks heat up under their scrutiny. I took a seat beside Stefan, who immediately interlocked our fingers, sending a spark of comfort through me. His touch reassured me, even though I still felt exposed under their curious gazes.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and glanced between Jacob and Stefan, searching for something to say.

"It's okay, Ash. I know he's your mate," Jacob said, attempting to ease the tension in the room.

I nodded sheepishly, grateful for his understanding, and tried to relax. It was always a little overwhelming being around them, but with Stefan by my side, I felt a little more grounded. I leaned into him, drawing strength from his presence as I mentally prepared myself for whatever conversation was about to unfold..