Preface

The war outside the small cottage raged on. The clash of metal on metal and the cries of the wounded filled the ears of all who huddled inside. Rain pounded against the roof, thunder and lightning striking every so often. The children’s sobs were hushed as they whispered in secrecy, the noise outside shielding there voice from uninvited ears. Ten men and ten women, the last of the unpunished neutrals, together discussed the future. “How can we conform to either side? Both condone violence and bloodshed!” A man argued in a hushed voice. “I refuse to raise my children with such confusing values.”
Chastity sat in the corner behind her husband, futilely trying to rock her two children to sleep. Her husband turned around, “What say you my love?” He asked her, falling to one knee to stare into her eyes. She sighed, biting back her angry tears.
“This is an endless battle, one my children will never partake in. I don’t care how you do it Reginald, but that is what I say.” The room was quiet, seconds ticking by. Reginald stood up, turning his back on his wife again.
“Then we hide. All of us, we raise our children as humans, not one the wiser and we never take to the skies again.” Reginald told his peers. Conflict played over every man and woman’s face.
The door of the cottage flew open, eyes turning toward the enchantress that stood before them. “I’m here to retrieve the book.” The woman said, strolling in and closing the door behind her. She shook off the rain water that soaked her and straightened her cloak.
“Oh yes, Angelica, we’ve been waiting for you.” Nathanael said, reaching behind him, to take the children from his wife. His wife stood, motioning her hands in front of her as a thick, leather bound book began to appear out of air. She held it out to the woman named Angelica. The enchantress took it, running her fingers along the cover. They watched as the book began to disappear again.
“Then I’ll be leaving now.” The woman said, stopping as she reached the door. “I do not mean to pry, but isn’t your plan a tad risky? None of these children are human and they will know just like we knew.”
“How so?” Reginald asked her.
“Well for one they are all sexless. The ritual at five, where your kind chooses your gender, is still permanently etched in my mind and I’m sure the same goes for every man and woman here.” Angelica answered. “How exactly do you plan to get around that Reggie?”
“Same as how we get around everything else. We lie through our teeth. I can assure you I can keep my children ignorant. As long as each child is kept in the dark, we need not worry.” He answered her, but addressing everyone in the room.
“Alright then, but what about when they start exhibiting their powers?” Angelica countered.
“You still have not discovered the pattern? Lie, lie, lie and I’m sure doc could brew up something to stump their powers for a while.” He turned to the old man, who nodded quickly.
“How lying can come so easily to an Angel I will never understand.” Angelica scoffed.
“For my family to live I would do anything Angelica.” He said. “What would you do?”
Angelica frowned, looking around at the resigned faces of her peers. “I will follow your plan Reginald, for your kind has always been a great ally to mine, but heed me sir. Lies can be stretched far and thin and built one on top of another and you may create an extravagant castle of deceit, but in a storm it is the small house of truth that will surely hold.”
“Maybe so, but I can always rebuild my castle if I so wish.” Reginald answered with a smug smile. The men and women cheered, ready to descend upon earth and into hiding. As the men and women plotted and planned Angelica sat next to chastity, her sister in the ancient arts, her last resort.
“I have something to tell you sister prophet.” Angelica whispered taking one of the children from the woman’s arms and rocking the innocent child back and forth.
The woman carefully laid the two children down on a pallet and turned to the enchanting woman. “Reginald’s plan will crumble. That I know, but it’s the best we have. It’s all we have.”
“I understand that. I will fulfill my side of the promise. Remember to keep true to yours.” Angelicas voice faded away. Shocked, Chastity turned to find the witch gone, a single, black feather in its stead. Chastity picked it up, her finger tracing the softness of it. Instead of tossing the cursed thing away, she tucked it into the hem of her dress. Angelica had made a point of leaving it and prophets never did any action lightly.
Neutrals latens, neutrals in hiding, it was the title of the prophecy. The last her kind would ever write before descending, the likes of which was scratched into the cover of the book Angelica had received. Chastity closed her eyes, channeling the last of her energy into one final prophetic thought, prophecies set in stone cannot be dissolved, but if enough stone is chipped, it may change. She sighed, her guilt subsided only a bit. She got up, joining her husband and their friends to plan their new life.

Chapter 1

I hated planes. Hell, I hated the sky period. There was something rueful about the sky and the clouds every time I looked up. I closed the curtains of the window and turned to my side, watching my best friend snore the rest of first class into an annoyed mass. “Lana, wake up! You’re pissing everyone off!” I exclaimed in a hushed voice, shaking her until I saw a hint of blue peaking beneath her eyelids. She stretched like a cat and I returned back to my iPod, playing the loudest music I could stand. Paramore, not very hard core, but it did the job. It kept me out of the darker recesses of my mind.
“Earth to Temper! Anyone in there?” Lana asked, pulling the head phones from my ears. “God, you really shouldn’t listen to your music that loud. You could go deaf.”
I switched my IPod off, turning toward her. “It’s not like it was any louder than the mower you were starting in your mouth.”
“Haha. Where is everyone anyway?” She frowned.
“Probably deciding whether or not to tell us about whatever stupid thing they did over break.” I answered. She seemed on the verge of breaking, but before a word could leave her mouth Camilla, my cousin, pushed aside the curtain separating the special students in first class from the normals.
“Cousin Quinn! Miss Daphne! You’ll want to come see this!” She cried, ushering Lana and I into the other end of the plane. “We didn’t know what else to do…” I heard her rush out as we entered the very back of the plane. I couldn’t help the shriek that left my throat.
“Holy crap Temper! Tell him to stop!” Lana cried. I took in the scene before me. My brother, Nathanael was beating the life out of a boy I didn’t recognize. Without a second thought I latched onto my brother’s arm.
“Stop this Natty! We’ll get chastised!” I ordered, feeling him stiffen at my reminder. As I felt his resolve waver slightly, I gripped the color of his jacket, forcing him away from the bloodied boy. “What the hell do you think you’re doing little brother?” I cried. “Do you know how much trouble you and I’d be in if one of the teachers caught us?”
“You don’t understand!” He yelled, pushing his blonde waves from his face.
“What don’t I understand? We’re Quinn’s Nathanael! That means we have to be careful with our actions! This could have cost us a lot Natty!” I scolded, my anger reaching toward an episode.
“I know that!” He argued.
“Well if you knew why would you do something so stupid?” I questioned.
He pointed to the boy, eyes holding a tint of an unholy red, “Him!”
“So, what about him?” I cried, my hand going to my forehead as the screaming brought about a migraine. His hand fell and his eyes darted to Lana.
“Ask her,” he said spitting blood onto the floor, “Go ahead!”
I turned to Lana. “Hi Temper. How’s it been?” She asked arms swinging behind her.
“Considering you’re making me paranoid, I’ve been better.” I said, grabbing her arms to stop her swaying. “So what exactly have you been ordered to tell me?” She looked away, back at Natty and the boy I had never seen before.
“Before I tell you this you need to know I was completely against this and it’s entirely your stupid Cousin’s fault.” She said, her eyes pleading.
“Stop scaring me Lana and spit it out.” I said, shaking her a bit.
“Remember those old stories you’d tell us about that one kid who tormented you as a kid and Nathanael couldn’t touch him because he was the son of some guy riding your dads ass?” She said. She really knew how to change the subject.
“Remember? I still have nightmares about him.” I said, mentally shaking away the horrible memories.
“I was hoping you’d say something like ‘kids will be kids’ or ‘the past is the past’ or ‘no use crying over spilt milk’.” She muttered. I placed my hand over her mouth.
“Does your pencil have a point or are you filling up the paper with dull lead?” I asked. Lana pushed my hand from her mouth, taking a deep breath.
“I met him at Camilla’s house a few weeks ago and found out he was transferring here and I tried to call you, but your phone was totaled and Luce started hanging out with him and inviting him to hang and Morgan told him one of the stories you told and he’s been telling us stories and…and… It’s their entire fault!” She rushed out, not stopping for a breath.
I felt my blood lose a few degrees in temperature and I turned to the boy, the one I thought I’d never seen before. He smiled and I knew that smile. I had dreaded seeing that smile. He was taller and a lot skinnier and a shade tanner with his hair dyed. Of course I wouldn’t recognize him, but still I kicked myself. The second I saw those eyes I should have jumped off the jet. Yes, I knew him. It was Cayden, my first love and the source of almost all my deep routed issues. Before I could stop myself my jaw dropped and I let out a loud piercing scream.
Somewhere between the screaming and my brother trying to calm me, my exhaustion took over me and I fainted, praying to god when I woke up the devil would be gone.
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The smell that assaulted my nose was the absolute most delicious scent I had ever smelt. I lifted myself from the grassy floor, racing toward the alluring smell. The forest was beautiful and the furry grass caressed my bare feet. This place was so foreign yet so familiar to me. My body seemed to have a mind of it own as it ran after a smell. I tripped, falling face forward into the grass and my stomach making contact with a squared object.
I sat up, grabbing the leather book. It was dusty and old. As I wiped off the book, two words scratched into the cover appeared, Neutrals latens. I dropped the book, jumping up. Those words, they frightened something deep within me. I began to run again, to the smell and away from that awful book, the book that reminded me of him.
The sky darkened and began to pour, but my pursuit continued. The ground began to mud and I slipped the mud and water pulling me along the ground. My white cotton dress was dirty and wet, my blonde hair plastered to my face and caked with mud. I started to scream, raking my fingers thru the mud, trying desperately to stop myself from being drowned as the water began to elevate to my mouth.
I couldn’t breathe and I could feel my lungs begin to burn the inside of my body. It was an odd, strangely powerful feeling. Subconsciously, I noted the name I was crying out for, Cayden.
My back began to burn and I cried out, praying for someone to hear me, for Cayden to hear me and slowly, my body began to rise from the gunk I had been in. I couldn’t see out of my swollen eyes, but a voice rang into my ears, “The plan will fail. The storm is brewing. Take to your castle until war is raged.” The smell called out to me, begging me to find it. I continued to scream. I was cold and my back was shooting pain all along my body and at that moment I wanted to die, to escape the terrible pain and the frustration at my inability to reach my destination. I yelled and shrieked until I felt a hand on my shoulder, shaking me back into consciousness.
I shot up, my eyes flying open and darting around my surroundings. My arms wrapped around me, trying to stop my shivering. My back was still sore and I felt as if I was soaked. “Temperance, are you alright?” Camilla asked, pushing a clump of sandy brown hair behind her ear.
I opened my mouth, but as I tried to recall my dream every aspect of it left my mind. “I…No!” I cried, trying to get up and off of my dorm rooms couch. “Ahhh it burns cousin!” I cried stiffening.
Camilla helped me up patting my back. “Nathanael come quickly!” She yelled. I could feel the panic radiating off her body. Not again, I thought angrily, please not again.
“What?” He asked, shocked at Camilla’s order. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me on her lap and wiping tears from my face. Funny, I thought, I didn’t remember beginning to cry.
“Help me carry her to the infirmary!” She answered, lifting me and handing me to him. Every step she took made me scream in agony. Nathanael was no better.
“Why?” He questioned as I saw the color drain from his face. ”Her back’s bleeding! What happened to her?”
“I don’t know! I heard her screaming and I came to wake her up. She started to complain about her back and then she started crying…” I listened, dazed, as Camilla reported every detail of events as they carried me to the infirmary. My back stung like needles and I tried to remember why this gave me an odd sense of déjà vu.
When I felt my back make contact with the hospital bed in the infirmary a trail of fiery fury exploded up and down my back to spread all along my body. I could vaguely tell I was screaming at the top of my lungs, but the sound was drowned out by the loud nerves screaming at me to stop this torture. The worst part was I couldn’t black out. The pain was so excruciating I was afraid to even close my eyelids. “Has she been taking the medication?” The nurse yelled at my brother as the rest of my friends and cousins made their way into the hospital like room.
“Of course she has! It was stronger this time! The medicine isn’t working anymore!” He argued. “It’s that boy! That’s why this is happening!”
“Bullshit! This has been happening since the day she was born!” Camilla yelled. I was surprised I could hear her at all over my shrieking. “Cayden has nothing to do with this!”
“Enough all of you! Who will be giving the blood?” The nurse, Natasha, asked two fingers on my wrist and another two at her neck. She brushed my hair from my forehead, the sweat making it cling to my face. I bit my lip, trying, unsuccessfully, to stop my shrieks.
“I will.” Nathanael came forward, rolling up his striped sleeve.
“Oh no you won’t! With your attitude you’d end up giving her an episode!” Camilla said. “Let Lana do it, her bloods stronger anyway.” NO, I wanted to cry, I didn’t want her to give me something so personal. Secretly, I didn’t want her to be any closer to me. It wasn’t personal; I felt the same about everyone who didn’t know about…that time.
“I’m fine with that.” Lana said, biting into her wrist. She walked towards me, face slightly pained. “You have to get better alright Temper?” I tried to shake my head, but I barely moved. She put her wrist to my lips and I felt the thick rich liquid trickle onto my tongue and down the throat. I stopped screaming, latching onto her arm, holding it firmly in my hands. I could feel the energy radiating in the room and slowly I felt the energy wrap around me. My back stopped stinging and I could feel the sticky blood along my back. Lana whimpered my draining beginning to cause her serious pain.
I released Lana’s wrist, wiping the trickle of blood that hadn’t entered my mouth. I turned to the Natasha, my temper flaming. “What the hell was that? You said the pills would stop this!” I yelled.
“They should’ve. It seems the bond between you and the cursed one is growing stronger.” She replied, her tone worrying. “Do any of you know where he is?”
“He seems to have disappeared.” Morgan interjected. “He’s no longer on campus.” Morgan was wrong. He was still here. I could feel it.
I got up, taking off my jacket and my bloodied shirt. My bra was drenched in blood and clung to my skin. After a moment’s hesitation I removed that too. I vaguely noticed my brother and the other boys flush and turn away, but it didn’t bother me. I was never very self conscious. I turned my back to the mirror in the farthest corner of the room, flinching at the deep red gashes that were closing up. They stretched from a few inches above my shoulder blades to the small of my back. “Shit!” I cried. Camilla came over, peroxide in one hand, peroxide in the other. I hissed in pain as she cleaned the gashes. Silence seemed to fill the room.
“Crap, this is ridiculous. Can’t the elders do anything?” Leslie asked, finally turning around. He seemed nearly as angry as Nathanael.
“Sure they can. They can hand her over to him and be done with it like they want too.” Morgan replied, her voice annoyed. I looked around at the worried faces of my friends and family, my coven. If I wasn’t so determined to outrun the prophecy, I was sure I’d feel guilty. Unfortunately, the reality was simple. Loyalty in our kind ran deep and everyone in that room was utterly loyal to one another.
We were the children of the families providing the school with financial backing. It was six families; The Quinn’s which consisted of my brother and I, then our cousins the Jasper’s which consisted of Camilla and Morgan. The Sinclair’s were old family friends. They had two twins Elizah and Elijah. Then there were the Cliff’s who had one son, Leslie. The Daphne’s were nearly family with their only daughter, their pride and joy, Lana. They also had a son, Mikhail, who was a large boy with the heart of a teddy bear. The Bane’s had the largest amount of people at the school by far. Three sons, the oldest Jinx, the middle child was Crow and the youngest was Damien. Natasha, the nurse, was their big sister and Nissa was the youngest of them all.
Mikhail took off his button up shirt, handing it to me. I smiled, pulling it on over my sore tender flesh. “Thanks Mikey.” I whispered. He smiled, his silence making all this seem a little less horrible. When Mikhail talked it meant trouble, for whoever his voice was directed at. His silence, it meant it hadn’t yet come to that.
“So what exactly are my options?” I asked, feeling the sting of my flesh pull together as Lana’s blood began to help me heal, my labored breathing cutting thru the silence.
“For now I suggest continuing with the pills, but I…” Natasha stopped, debating whether or not to say something.
“What?” Lana cried, placing her hand on my shoulder. The little gesture was quite a bit comforting and I leaned into her hand, praying to god she wouldn’t move. I wasn’t a weak person, but at that moment I was on the verge of breaking. The fact that I could be hurt so badly so easily, made my very core shake in fright.
“Our powers are strong, for now, but the Neutrals Latens are gaining power. Soon, they will break down our protection charms and enchantments.” She paused, sighing. “They’re coming for her. It’s what was expected after all. They tricked us and we have to suffer the consequences now.”
“So there’s no hope?” Nathanael questioned, his face pained.
“There is always hope, but at this point we’d need a miracle. We’re bound by a promise and we can’t take that lightly.” Jinx answered instead of Natasha.
“But they tricked us!” I snapped. “This wasn’t what we promised!”
“It doesn’t matter! It’s what they promised!” Natasha snapped back. I bit my lip. Her eyes softened. “Take the pills Sweetie. Keep practicing the counter divinations and remember,” she grabbed my hand, “none of us plan on handing you over.”
I forced a smile on my face and stood, shaking off the comfort that now suffocated me. “I’m going to go change,” I looked around at the girls who proceeded to follow me, “alone.” Before anyone could mutter a protest I ran from the room, my cheeks burning in rage. That ass hole hurt me again. He purposely used the link to carve into my flesh. The others may not have known what that meant, but I knew. He was teasing me, showing me just how easily he could hurt me, even with my brother protecting me, but he didn’t seem to understand my mindset. I wasn’t planning on their protection. I could handle him just fine.
I wrapped the shirt tighter around me and exiting the school building, out into the school’s garden. I looked around, sensing that familiar dread, radiating from the large oak tree. “I know you’re up there Cayden!” I yelled, kicking the tree with all my might, but I might as well have tried to peel a rock. “God, come down here right now!” I cried, losing my cool, like I always did around him.
“Yes, your highness?” I turned around, shocked, as I came face to face with my long term tormenter. I pulled the shirt from my arms, turning my back to him.
“I got your message.” I answered, holding back the hiss that welled in my throat as the air touched my sore back.
“What? Were you playing leap frog with Edward scissor hands?” He laughed. I could feel his fingers on my back. “Really, what happened?”
“Don’t play stupid.” I snapped, pulling away from him and shrugging Mikhail’s shirt back on.
“I’m not following you.” He answered, sitting down on the grass. He looked up at me and as seconds ticked by a look crossed over his face. “Wait, you think I did that?” He got up, eyes flashing a color I could only describe as venomous. I noted, with a twinge of guilt, that he seemed utterly appalled.
“Can you blame me? No one would put it past you.” I explained defensively. “Besides, I’m sure you did it. Natasha said the cuts used the same magic that you used…that time.”
“Fine, check me.” He turned around, pulling his shirt off and showing me his bare back, with no cuts of any kind. Something else caught my attention. The intricate patterns lining his back had me tracing my fingers along his flesh. He shivered. “Are you done now? As much fun as this is, I’m freezing.”
“Theses tattoos…they’re in the same spot as my cuts.” I said. He scoffed, leaning away from my hands. Something in my stomach turned.
“That’s impossible.” He said facing me. I shrugged off my shirt again, showing him the now thin scratches along my back. “I have to go.” He said. I turned around.
“Wait Cayden!” I cried as I came face to face with the night air. I felt a stab at my chest as unwanted memories came rushing back at me. I hated Cayden and the effect he had on me, but mostly I hated myself, for wishing he hadn’t left me.
As the soreness of my back became a dull ache, I walked over to the old swing behind the oak tree. You would sit on the tire and three ropes would connect on a branch above you. I sat down; the tears I had really wanted to shed came forward. It was an exhausted kind of crying that had me bowing my head and wrapping my hand around the ropes on either side of me.
After a while I could sense Cayden’s presence again, watching me from a top the tree. He made no move toward me and I was glad. I didn’t want him near me when I was so vulnerable. If I didn’t see his face I could pretend this never happened. I could pretend I wasn’t crying and whispering stupid nothings about being tired and so very in love with him. I could pretend I didn’t just want to give up. I could and I would. When the tears finally stopped I got up, turning toward the tree. “Don’t say it Cayden. Please.” I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, but I didn’t turn.
“Just give in Temperance. Come to me and this would all be over.” He whispered and for a second I contemplated doing just that, but reality soon settled back into my mind. He was the enemy and the only reason I felt the way I did was because of the stupid prophecy. I couldn’t trust my heart around him and I wouldn’t.
“I refuse. Your kind is nothing, but liars and if I wasn’t bound to the word of my people I’d make sure you all got yours.” I spat at him and ran. I ran to my room, to where reality was simpler and less clouded with lust. I ran back to my family and all my prejudiced. I ran back because it was all I knew so sue me. I was comfortable in my ways. Everyone was.

Chapter 2

I examined myself in the mirror one last time, making sure my uniform didn’t break any of the schools dress codes. My long sleeve white button up shirt was pressed and placed neatly underneath my navy blue school jumper. It was a simple dress with inch thick straps and the school emblem staring proudly out at the world above the left breast in gold and black thread. The skirt pooled right beneath the breast and the bottom had a single gold and black strip an inch from where it fell, right above the knees. My slips on black buckle shoes were shined and the white socks were pulled to the middle of the shins. The schools black knit cardigan sweater was also pressed and worn, the school emblem in blue and gold thread. The black western string tie peaked from underneath the jumper and sweater. My platinum blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail and tied with a gold bow.
Yes, I was dressed perfectly, following each guide line, but checked again and again and again until I heard a hesitant knock on her door. “Temperance, can I come in?” Lana called, hesitation dripping from her voice.
“It’s open.” I said, sitting down on my bed. Lana cracked the door, squeezing in and then locking the door behind her. “What is it Lana?”
She sat down next to me, her eyes boaring into mine. “Yesterday, when we were sharing energy…” She stopped.
“What about it?” I raised an eyebrow.
“I saw Temper! I saw what happened!” She cried. I fought off the panic that threatened to consume me. I frowned, choosing my words very carefully.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“When you were drinking from me, well our minds merged, like usual, but instead of hearing the singing or you leaving your house that morning, I saw him… trick you into the prophecy,” her voice took on an accusing tone, “and it was nothing like what you told the elders.”
I sighed, debating on what to tell her. “That’s because what I told the elders was a lie.”
“You lied?” She squeaked, her voice catching in her throat. I nodded. “Why?”
I opened my mouth to speak, but the loud ringing bell replaced my voice. “We’re going to be late.” I said instead, picking up my bag and pulling her out of the dorms. We remained quiet as we walked to our first class. Her question, I wasn’t sure how to answer. Why had I lied? At that moment it seemed easier to say than the truth, but that wasn’t my only reasoning. I was only thirteen after all.
We reached our first class room just as the late bell rung. “How great for you two to join us, girls, but I have a class to teach now.” Our philosophy teacher, Mr. Horton said and forced us toward the last two available seats in the front row. As Mr. Horton turned his back on us I turned to Lana.
“Do you think the elders would allow us to live as we do if I had told the truth?” I murmured. Mr. Horton clapped, forcing our attention back to him.
“Welcome young ones, to philosophy 101 and for all our future juveniles, this is also the detention room.” He said, writing nearly every word he wrote on the black board. “Because today is our first day and by law I’m ordered to teach you I’ve decided to start out with something fun, the easiest of all the branches of Philosophy ethics. Today we’ll be using applied ethics to debate certain controversial topics. Now, which one of you tortured young ones know what ethics are?”
A girl, I believed to be named Madison spoke up. “Isn’t it the difference between right and wrong.” She asked.
“In a sense, but that’s just scratching the surface of this interesting subject. Ethics is a moral philosophy which is concerned primarily with the question of the best way to live, and secondarily, concerning the question of whether this question can be answered. The main branches of ethics are Meta-ethics, normative ethics, and applied ethics. Meta-ethics concerns the nature of ethical thought, an example would be the origins of the words good and bad, and the origins of other similar words of various ethical systems, whether there are absolutely true, and how such truths could be known. Normative ethics are more concerned with the questions of how one should act, and what the right course of action is. This is where most ethical theories are generated. Now we get to the fun part. Applied ethics go beyond theory and step into real world problems like questions of whether or not abortion should be legal and whether it is morally right. After all, Ethics are closely associated with the idea of morality.” He looked out at the confused faces of his students. “Anyway, today we’ll be combining all three. I’d like you all to divide into two groups. This will be, basically, good and bad. Then I’d like each side to divide into three groups and pair with a group from an opposite side. When you’ve done that come to me and you’ll be given your topic. Instructions will further from there.” He urged us on as we followed his instructions.
My group had five people, Lana, Camilla, Elizah, Elijah and I. The other half was another group of male twins, Marshall and Matthew. Then there was Jinx and Mikhail. Lastly, smack in the middle, was Cayden. Ignoring my new found annoyance, we were given our topic. “Gothic romance: Virginal maiden? What a crap topic.” Camilla blurted, earning us a death glare from the teacher.
“I don’t know, I think it’s pretty good.” Elijah said, eyeing his sister. I frowned. What was going on there? A familiar voice snapped me out of my wandering.
“At first, but after a while doesn’t she just seem kind of boring?” Lana interjected. I nodded. I never really liked those characters.
“Not if they can keep your attention.” Cayden defended eyes boaring into the side of my face.
“So I say we do pros of the virgin and you guys do the cons.” I said, filling out the worksheet we had gotten. “Cons should be presented first and then the pros.”
“Why?” Lana asked.
“So we don’t end up breaking apart some V status couples.” I replied handing the worksheet around to make sure we all had our input down. “The last thing I need on my conscience is a wounded virgin.” Camilla chuckled.
“You say that like you’re not one.” Camilla teased. “Like every girl in this group isn’t. But you’re right, as perceptive as usual.” I bit my lip, turning away from my oblivious cousin.
“Anyway,” Lana chimed in, “We should separate and then regroup a few minutes before presentation.” We all agreed. The rest of first period was filled with fun and jokes about blonde haired blue eyed princesses living deep in the forest and conversing with tiny woodland creatures.
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