Savannah was the ultimate badgirl and the leader of her gang of girls. They had a strict policy against love and could go to any extent to show how much ignorant they could stay from love. With ruling the highschool's underworld, she almost never ca...
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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE | Savannah & Sebastion
"MOM, SOMEONE'S WITH ME so you better keep everything in check," I announced my presence, slowly pulling off my bag from my overburdened shoulder. Alec, who was few inches taller then me, came to stand next to me. He didn't have his bag with him.
"Hello, Mrs. Meyers."
I flashed him a crooked smile, dripping with smugness.
My mom's grin faltered, her eyes widening a fraction. "Sweetheart, who...is this?"
Tipping my glasses upwards, I looked at Alec who was a bit hesitant in answering her question regarding him. "Mom, he's not with those girls-"
My mom slipped her hands into her apron's pocket. "Oh really?" She drawled calmly, revealing a small kitchen knife. "Is he the one who dared lay a hand on my Sebastion?" Her soft tone had turned viciously gentle as if expectant of something dangerous.
"Mom, put the knife away. He's not armed," I defended, raising my both hands in defence motion for Alec who was a bit slow.
"Promise me you will never hit my son again?" She was adamant on pissing Alec off until he loses control lashes out. Alec's left eye twitched, eventually leading him to slowly move his head up and down.
"Oh well, then you're welcome!" Suddenly lowering her pitch, she trotted back into the kitchen. Alec seemed astounded at first but covered his shock with a grunt. Mom disappeared off to her kitchen, humming her favourite TV series theme song. I think it was Pretty Little Liars or something.
"Change Al's diapers, Seb!" She shouted from inside the kitchen. Alec made a face at this but said nothing though his mouth lifted into a sneer.
He followed me into my room which was a complete and utter mess. The dark blue sheets were unmade and the padded bed post had few buttons missing. Rented games lay on the messed up, tangled blanket. I could see Al's baby wipes on my bed too. Clicking my tongue, I grabbed the Pampers baby wipes and gave my room a once over again. I had my fair share of dirty clothes piled up high on the old Gran's armchair.
Alec was looking at my medals and shields, his hands tucked into his leather jacket's pockets. Okay, are we looking at my trophies now?
"Dude?"
Alec put his hands forwards and wrapped his hands around my fifth grade medal that Dad cleaned every Sunday to give it a perpetual shine. "Yeah, that's third prize. Bronze. I won it in the Interclass Quiz Day. Mom still thinks I'm smart. I mean I am. Just not highschool level smart."
"John was good at this too," he shed light on his turmoil. He put the medal back. "First in class. Golden. He was liked by everyone."
Then he turned around and darkened his eyes once more. There was a tick in his jaw as he tapped on his feet rhythmically. The feelings of being trapped returned and the vengeful spectre residing inside his heart opened his eyes through his eyes until I was staring into his coal black caves. Backing away, I cleared my throat to distract him out of the chains that held him captive. The chains that would only snap off if the blood of Underworld falls on it.
