Grace Feckterhight

Chapter Eleven

Colves. The man that Sy had been talking about for days now.

He was here.

Colves' color was pastel yellow, and he matched it well with black. He wore a soft-looking hoodie of his color, with black jeggings. He had a splatter of mocha freckles along his light-skinned face, with sparkling gray eyes. His light blonde hair was the fluffiest thing I'd ever seen. He reminded me of a tiny duckling, with his hair, hoodie, and black legs.

Not to say that he was short. In fact, he was taller than Sytra.

I could see this obvious fact when he walked over. He looked over at Sytra. "I was hoping we could have a chat."

I clasped my hands together. "Perfect! You two go sort things out while I talk with my boyfriend, okay?" I needed us to split up. Now.

This is about to get really awkward. I had to stop the embarrassing monstrosity before it began.

"O.. Okay." Sytra managed. She let Colves take her hand and lead her out to the hallway. She shot us a worried look, like I swear this is gonna go south. The door clicked shut, and Dix and I were left alone.

Bye, Sy. Good luck with Colves.

I took a deep breath and leaned against the counter. "First things first. Chief, I'm going to ask you to stop listening."

"Agh!" She scoffed from the ceiling. Her tone made me think that she was embarrassed to still be involved in our conversations. Or, at least be caught doing it. "But you two are so cute."

"Please?" I paused and glared at where the voice was coming from. "It's a privacy thing now."

"Okay, fine." She was reluctant. We stayed silent for a few moments to check if she was really gone. We couldn't hear the two-way intercom turn on or off, so it was just trust.

Once we were sure, I released the tension in my shoulders. I put a smile on. "How are you, Braz?"

"Oh, no." He grabbed my shoulders and made me look up at him. "You're first. What happened tonight?"

I tilted my head towards the living room while keeping my eyes on him. "Couch?"

He nodded, and we walked over. I flopped down on my favorite side. Dix picked a spot and sat down.

He smirked. "Spare no details."

I didn't. I knew he would trust me enough to tell the truth. Honestly, I couldn't imagine lying to him.

I described my night, starting with the bar, then my "leap of faith," then everything with Uilter.

When I was finished, he sat back casually. He spread out his hands, all five of his fingertips touching in the shape of a mountain top. He looked like an evil mastermind sitting in his lair. He spoke in a low, menacing tone. It reminded me of earlier, when the two used a voice changer to prank me.

"So you were with," He paused, dramatically counting on his fingers. He used his right hand to tap his left hand's first and second finger. "Two boys?"

I chuckled at his impression. "Yes, I was."

He used his voice again, swinging around low octaves. "And did you flirt with either of them?"

"No." I thought for a moment, my eyes drifting off. Tell him the truth.

"Well, the first one, Silvsley. He flirted with me, and we had this little back-and-forth. It was just to entertain him, I swear. He seemed to have an interest in me."