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- Chapter One!,(:
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- Chapter Four!,(:
- Chapter Five!,(:
- Chapter Six!,(:
- Chapter Seven!,(:
- Chapter Eight!,(:
- Chapter Nine!,(:
- Chapter Ten!,(:
- Chapter Eleven!,(:
- Chapter Twelve!,(:
- Chapter Thirteen!,(:
- Chapter Fourteen!,(:
- Chapter Fifteen!,(:
- Chapter Sixteen!,(:
- Chapter Seventeen!,(:
- Chapter Eighteen!,(:
- Chapter Nineteen!,(:
- Chapter Twenty!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-One!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Thirty!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-One!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Forty!,(:
- Chapter Forty-One!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Six!,(:
- Chatper Forty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Eight!,(:
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR!(:
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Scarlet trudged up the stairs to the wide double doors of the Gleyley Institute; tired and somewhat frustrated. Charisma said she’d been drinking and it’d be a more accurate reading if Scarlet came back tomorrow around 4:30 p.m. She found her room easily, and she could hear Anastasia’s loud snoring which meant the petite girl had just recently passed out. Scarlet opened her bedroom door, and she felt her heat sink in her chest. “John!” she shrieked. John jumped at her sudden outburst, causing Ivana into a giggling fit beside him. John looked surprised, his lips red and swollen as his brown eyes widened like a small child’s. “He’s a good kisser” Ivana laughed. “Ivana, quite,” John growled. “Annab—” “Both of you, out” Scarlet pointed to her door. “Scarlet, what do you think just happened?” he asked. “You don’t care what I think just happened. But you were making out with someone who hates myguts in my bed!” “Don’t cry, Aggie, its not what you think” John argued. “I’m not ging to cry, John. Just get out.” She murmured. “Aggie—” he started. “Get out John. And take herwith you” she opened the door, and pointed outward. “Scarlet, let me explain before I go” John protested. “When I’m awake, maybe” she grumbled. “Scarlet—” John tried again. “I just want to go to sleep, John.” “You’re just jealous that I kissed him and you didn’t” Ivana tried to argue in a drunk voice. “I’ve kissed him before” Scarlet said through her teeth. Ivana started to snore, and Scarlet let out a small growl. “I don’t know where her room is” John said in a low voice. “Then stay here with her and violate my room some more while you’re at it” she was already out the door by the time John was about to protest. | Scarlet stopped a couple rooms down from hers. It was dark, and she didn’t know where to find the light switch. She held her hands out in search of a bed and found one placed just past the door. She pulled aside the covers and laid down; closing her eyes and letting herself drift away from consciousness.
+.+ Oliver and Spencer entered the Institute sometime around 2 o’clock in the morning covered in dirt, sweat, and blood. They made it to the kitchen where they sat down and stared at each other. “Well, that was interesting” Oliver said finally; breaking the silence. “I was almost killed and all it was, was ‘interesting’?” Spencer asked. “I’ve almost been killed a dozen times more than you, so yes it was just interesting” Oliver sat back lazily in the chair. “And half of those times have been by girls” Spencer half-joked. “I managed to get out of those fights without as much as a single scratch” he said. “I’d love to sit here and talk about your royally f’ed up love life, but I have to go find John’s house in the morning” Spencer rose from the table and walked off towards his bedroom. Oliver made his way towards his room trailing mud and water, or sweat, behind him. He paced in the hall for a second before pressing a hand on the knob and opened it. He turned on the lamp he kept by the door; the light dimmer than usual in the room. The covers on his bed moved up and down rhythmically. He took one of the knives off his belt and inched closer. He threw off the covers and dropped his knife. He stopped back to observe the girl sleeping in his bed. She had her back to him; all he could see was a short dress and a mess of long hair. “I don’t remember inviting you to bed” Oliver said to himself as he jumped over the bed easily. “Hmmmmph!” she squeaked, stretching flat on her back. She smiled in her sleep, and her dress pulled up over her belly button. He was tempted to pull the covers off the rest of her body; he’d stopped pulling the covers when he got to the space just below her belly button. He took the edge of her dress and pulled it down her legs under the covers. “Good night” he pulled the cover back up under her arms and her hands till covered all of her face except her lips. The girl in his bed had cherry red lips,‘probably lipstick’ he thought to himself. He ran his pinky finger over her top lip but no lipstick was left on his finger. He took her hands from her face by pulling on her wrists. He let them fall, and gazed upon his very own sleeping beauty. |