A Prophecy of Love

The Benefactor 8

Okedokie, readers, haha. I won't be posting this weekend...]': Let's just say it's a school fieldtrip, because yeah... Haha, well, I still want you guys to read this and vote and all that jazz [: Haha, I think I tend to say 'all that jazz' a bit too much ;P

Welp, here's chapter 8 ;D

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Chapter 8

I got to my dorm after studying with my new friends, and I threw my bag onto my bed in the corner. It looked nice for an hour of fixing it up to perfection, the comforter as a tattered British flag that matched my clothes trunk. It was the complete opposite of Evelyn's side of the room. She had pictures of pandas and trees. Ah, a tree huger.

"Hiya!" Evelyn burst through the door, "How are ya?"

"Good, I guess," I shrugged, walking to get a hairbrush, "I'm not exactly excited for tomorrow, but I think I'll survive."

"Well, I heard that you're trying out for the cheer team," She smacked on some lip gloss.

I raised an eyebrow, "I am?"

"Yeah, we can do it together!" She beamed, all giddy.

"Uh, sure," I half smiled, "I guess I'll get changed for dinner."

I rummaged through my trunk to find some comfy clothes. I found and held up a dark purple pair of pants and a matching short sleeves jacket. It was a little too casual, but I didn't feel like wearing a pair of jeans or something of the sort.

I quickly changed into the clothes so that I could meet Mason in the courtyard before going to dinner, and I glanced in the mirror to check how I looked. I looked fine enough, my curls falling out into loose waves, but I still felt appealing enough to see Mason.

I hooked on a pair of earrings before grabbing my bag and leaving Evelyn in out dorm, alone.

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I found Mason in the library instead of in the courtyard, like he told me. But instead of being clingy and obsessive, I picked up a random book and sat down at the same table as him.

"Oh, hey," He peered up from his book and then his eyes widened, "Oh, I'm sorry! I forgot to meet you!"

I shrugged, "It's fine. What are you reading?" I looked at the text he read.

"Just a novel about the school's past," He closed the book and looked at me, "A jogging suit?"

My eyes glazed down body, "What? You have something against it?"

He shook his head, "No, it just looks like you're in the mafia, that's all."

I scrunched my nose, "Since when does the mafia wear jogging suits?"

"Just add a fedora, and you'll be in the mafia."

I laughed, "You're a strange fellow."

"I know, but you love me for it," He added sarcastically, "Stop denying it; you know it's true."

"Of course it is, Mason," I stood up and pushed the chair under the table, "Are you coming to dinner?"

"Yeah," He picked up the book and put it on a random shelf.

I mentally noted where the book went, the name, and everything. Mason wasn't really paying attention, and I felt safer as I took a mental picture of the book's spine between two books about geology. The categorization didn't match, and it'd only make it easier for me.

"Ready?" Mason's voice jolted through me.

"Yeah, let's go," I snapped up to look into his eyes, momentarily forgetting the title if the book, "I'll be there in a second."