Unlikely ✓

Seven: Aroused and Confused

POV: Zen Teller

Dusk ran downstairs looking grim.  "It happened again," they spoke softly.

"They sent another note and Davis was going to give it to him later, but it has been a week and I just found it."

They handed me a letter.

Every so often Mock's parents would mail out a letter to play with his feelings.  It was cruel and a waste of everyone's time and emotions.

Mock was never close to his biological parents and it was a mutual feeling.  One of the many reasons why Davis legally adopted him when Mock was twelve.

The thing was though, when these letters showed up I was always the one who had to give him the bad news.  The Teller family was not known for giving bad news.  We were more or less the worst people to hear bad news from.

Davis was never good with bad news, so he avoided it as much as possible.  Dusk would just blurt it out then run away because they didn't know how to deal with their own feelings let alone ones from another person.

So that left me to tell him about the letter.

"Okay, I'll be up in a minute," I muttered.

When Dusk left I questioned opening the letter quickly and reading it.  I knew it would be useless and just adding to the reasons I'd like to go to France and kick their fucking asses.

I quickly got ready for the day and stuffed the book I was currently reading into my bookbag before heading up the stairs to start the morning off right.

With shitty news.

Mock was in the kitchen eating a bowl of his favorite sugary cereal.  I wasn't sure he liked it because it tasted like sugar or because it was colorful sometimes with Mock I couldn't really tell.

"It came last week, but you know how Davis gets with stuff like this," I spoke bluntly.

Most of the time bluntness worked the best with Mock. He did much better when people said what they meant so he wouldn't have to overthink it.

I handed over the letter with the familiar cursive writing on, thinly pushed together words and pointy ink-stained letters.

"Thanks," he said in a neutral tone.

I watched as Mock finished his cereal then took and threw the envelope into the trash pouring the rainbow almond milk on top of it.

That was something, at least.

"Can we listen to the Red album today?" he questioned.

Dusk groaned at the thought of having to listen to Taylor Swift the whole ride to school but agreed anyway.

Mock grinned and headed off to the garage.

"I know I should feel bad for him, but I kinda just want to punch him," Dusk complained.

"Just wait till you have to listen to Taylor Swift, you'll calm down," I joked, before heading out to the car.

I drove us to school and things were normal enough.  We all went our separate ways once we entered the building.

Most of my classes were boring.  Who in their right mind wakes up at six in the morning wanting to go to school and work on calculus?

Literally no one.

So I tuned most of my day out.  There were sleep worthy classes and I might have taken a nap in English instead of reading the first book of the year which was Hamlet this time.