Odyssey: Master of The Cards

Chapter II ✾ Misconception

Lilyth's P.O.V 

I sat still, staring at the exquisite dagger that I held. My small, delicately sculpted finger wrapped around the handle that was made of a slick, crystal-looking substance; the same majestic surface as if it was crafted by the God's themselves. 

"Miss Bronson! Snap out of it!" Mr. Locks voice yelled out to direct my attention to him. When I looked up, I realized I was still standing in-front of the class, meant to have given a presentation that showed off my newly learned technique. But instead, my mind and short attention span had slipped right from under my feet, which of course is rather normal for me. Everyone stared at me. Blank, confused expressions filled the room. Humiliating.

"Yes, sir. Erm, I'm sorry..." I mumbled softly, tightening my left hand around my dagger. My right hand lifted and grazed my hair. I pushed my braided, ashy brunette, hair back so that the braid fell down my back rather than getting in my way. And after a deep inhale, I raised my blade and moved into position. I was ready to show my presentation but before I could begin, the teacher shook his head and waved his hand in dismissal. Heavy disappointment washed over me, which ever-so-slightly made me slouch. Dammit, I can never please anyone.

"No need miss Bronson. This class is meant to train you for the real world, and in the real world, you just died." His long fingers motioned toward my assigned seat in dismissal. I growled under my breath as the frustration boiled under my skin. A quick turn on my heels and I glided back to my seat, dramatically slumping back in the cold, metal chair.

"That's another F for you, isn't it Jules?." my classmate, Gabriel Wagner, scoffed lowly toward me. He obviously had no intentions of keeping me from hearing his not-so-subtle remark.

"Don't call me that. You lost that right. As far as you are concerned, my name is Lilyth." I snapped, keeping my eyes bolted to the front of the class.

I felt his hot breath on my ear and turned to face him, my intentions were to not start a fight and was simply make him back up, but clearly that's not how it happened; because when I turned to tell the tall and dark-haired man to back up, I ended up feeling a gust of unpleasant smelling air, followed by a wet bodily fluid, smack me in the face.

"You...DISGUSTING...PIG!!" I hissed as I smacked him with one hand and used the other to lift the bottom of my shirt to wipe my face. I tried to keep my voice low, not to draw attention to myself as the presentations continued.

"I'm the pig? Haven't you been passed around this class like a whore? Must've been the only time you've ever gotten an A in any class." He snorted and grabbed my thigh under the desk. As if my blood wasn't boiling enough, he continued before I could react.

"We could always go have some fun in one of the unused classrooms like the old days."

"You wish you could get that lucky." I grabbed my pen and stabbed his hand which made his face twist in pain and a small grunt of pain as his hand was pulled back to his own body. For a long minute, I was blessed with Gabriel's silence but of course it was temporary.

"Bitch," He hissed.

"Douche." My remark was quick. I didn't have to put any thought into insulting this ignorant asshat that I once had a silly crush on. I never understood what I saw in him, all I know is something changed — majorly. Memories flooded over me, ones I was no longer fond of.

"Gabriel, cut it out!" I laughed, pushing him off. Around me, I was surrounded by a crowded, stuffy, more refined room. It was the room I spent my first two academy years in. My long, ashy brunette hair was resting around my face, messily spread around my head and against the sheets that I laid back on.