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Dylan lay in her bed, shivering from head to toe. She did everything she could to get warm, but nothing seemed to be working. She missed her classes in her first months at The Dark Arts Magick Academy. She was wondering if it weren't meant to be.
"Dyl?" The curious voice of Colette called to get her attention. She moved into the room that had walls with ice, the floor was a blue to match the ice as was the rest of the bedroom.
Dylan's teeth chattered harshly together. Plus, she was unsuaully pale. "Coke, I don't know what's wrong. I'm cold."
Colette nodded her head, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. She put a hand to her forehead, but her friend felt feverish in the sense of burning up. Tilting her head sideways, she wondered what could cause such a sensation for someone who froze most of the time. "Dylish, I think it could be the negative aurars at this school."
Dylan knew her best friend was probably right. "Where's your young lover?"
Colette burned red. Her nostrils flared as she stood up. "He is not my lover. Besides, I don't date younger guys especially your age."
Dylan attempted to roll her eyes in the back of her head. She had a sudden idea. She latched onto Colette's arm, getting her attention. "What if we talk to Ryan to get answers from him on my behalf?"
"Good suggestion, but how do we find him?" Colette furrowed her eyebrows, having helped Dylan to her feet.
Dylan perked up, gazing directly at the enchanted icicle ceiling. "Izzy!"
Colette rose one eyebrow. "Dyl-"
A swirk of dark grey orbs revealed the guide Dylan had been gifted with upon starting the school. The boy dawned a bitter scowl of disapproval. His bright eyes narrowed on the ground with light hair to match. He was a few inches taller than most of his female friends.
"This is Izzy. My guide of this school as you know. I'm sure he knows where we can find Ryan." Dylan stated, gaining a sharp glare from him.
"Oh no. He's a very busy man! You look terrible." Izzy rushed, mostly due to nerves.
Dylan further paled, growing furious with the boy. "At least, I don't act like a scared fifteen year old girl when someone does some harmless stabbing."
"I'm seventeen" Izzy defended, clearly offended by her accusation. "And, I'm a boy!"
"If you say so, Pinocchio." Dylan hid a smile. She loved to be mean. The one thing she enjoyed in life.
"You don't act seventeen," Colette spoke in a low whisper. She thought he wouldn't have heard, but she was wrong.
"I heard that. Why do you need to speak to Ryan?" Izzy spoke, folding his arms.
Colette perked up at the change of topic. She gestured to Dylan, tossing an arm around her sickly pale best friend. "As you so sweetly complimented earlier of Dylan's sickness, we have a problem he needs to fix. Or help us solve."
Izzy unfolded his arms, taking the request into account. It wasn't so absurd. "Okay, but it's best if you talk to the founder of this place. His name is Cole Turner. I believe you know him, Lettie."
Colette wore a look of disbelief. She went to protest when a knock sounded on the door.
Dylan glanced to the brown haired boy whose name happened to be Dev. A smile spread across her face at the 'deer in the headlights' look written across Colette's face. "How would Coke know a Cole Turner? I don't even know the guy."
Hurt, anger, and accusations were the emotions to flash in and out of Izzy's eyes. "He can help, okay? Dev will take you."
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Phoenix grinned into the heated kissing of the boy opposite him. Things were getting pretty intense with the boy he just met. He caught the hesitation from Antonio above his waist, ticking the Halliwell off. "We doing this or not?"
"Um, are you sure you're...?" Antonio softly spoke, trailing off. His voice held a slight french accent, mingled with english.
Phoenix growled, tugging the other raven haired boy up by his curls to eye level. "I would know. Why would you ask an absurd question?!"
"I can tell you want me, but you aren't hard." Antonio spoke matter-of-factly. He didn't want someone uncertain or in love with another.
Phoenix groaned, tugging his own hair. His striking blue eyes were raw with pain, and angst. He couldn't quite understand what was happening with his body. He wanted to. "Give me time. I apologize for my inadequacy. I don't even know what's wrong with me."
Antonio's gaze softened, cupping the other boys cheek with one hand. He softly touched his lips, allowing his gaze to lock with the othet boy. "There is nothing wrong with you. You are beautiful in every aspect. Come find me when you figure things out."
Phoenix felt the soft wamrth of his lips as he left him to the cold loneliness. His heart ached for whatever reason.
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Yes, Phoenix! Move on! The other one was SO not worth it. Lol, but Chase isn't officially gone. Thoughts?