"Can Feyre Archeron please come to the principal's office please?"
Fuck. I was in my favourite art class, and this is the time the principal calls me. I didn't even do anything wrong! Well, I might have taken two chocolate milks instead of one, but who can blame me? Chocolate milk is sooo good. It was my last year at Velaris High School anyway, so why should I care? And now everyone was staring at me with eyes full of pity or amusement. Just great. I got up from my seat and walked out the door to the principal's office. What could I have done to get in trouble? I was starting to get nervous, but when I went into the principal's office and saw who was in there, I was more annoyed than worry.
"Why hello Feyre darling."
Rhysand fucking Night was in there. The worst prick out there. Surely I must have done something horrible to see him. I glared at him and turned to the principal to ask why I was here.
"Every semester we choose a few seniors to help wipe out all the data off the school Ipads after school, so I have chosen you, Rhysand, and a few others to help complete the task. You will start today after school for 2 hours, every Friday for the next four weeks."
I wanted to scream at him. I had no problem staying after school, I knew Nesta and Elain would have no problem with me staying late, hell once they didn't know I wasn't home on a school night and, well that's a story for another time. I was just annoyed that he would choose fucking Rhysand to help. The one person who I couldn't stand, but... the only one who made me feel alive. I kept all my thoughts to myself, though. It didn't even matter.
"Ok sir, I can do that."
"Same as me sir"
His voice was smooth and full of amusement. Prick. He knew how much I hated this. "Very good. I will see you two after school in the library." I nodded and walked out of the principal's office. As I stormed out, Rhysand trailed behind me, always matching my pace when I quickened it. Damn, he must be pretty fit to keep up with me. Get it together Feyre. We were nearing Mr. Tarquins English class when I whirled on him. I was about to tell him about how much of an obnoxious prick he was when my eyes locked with his. They were an impossible shade of violet, and my hands itched to paint them, knowing that I would never get the right colour, and I swore they were stars in his eyes. My breath hitched, and when I looked at those sensuous lips pulled into his signature smirk I pulled myself out of my trance and scowled while I blushed a cranberry red.
"Why are you following me?"
"The bell just went before we left Feyre, and lucky for you darling we both have Mr. Tarquin." I scowled deeper and turned around to walk into Mr. Tarquin's class. I sighed and walked in, thinking about how my evening with Rhysand would be, wishing it would be with him only.
The class had been boring, I had already read the book we were talking about, The Midnight Library by Matt Haig. It was probably my favourite book of all time. I loved how he portrayed life, and how he made you want to just live. Something I never managed to do. Life had thrown too many curveballs at me to ever have time to live. She wished she could be like Nora sometimes, having the choice to pick a timeline, but she was stuck with this one, so she had to make the most out of it. I sighed and looked around the classroom and instantly regretted it. Tamlin Spring, my recent ex was staring at me his eyes full of anger. I had broken up with him last week, but it hadn't ended well. I pulled my sleeves down, just in case the bruise on my arm hadn't faded as I saw in the morning. I realized Rhysand was looking at me, and the look he gave me was like he knew. Like he could see how broken and hurt I was, every bruise Tamlin had given last week, but he didn't shy away, he stayed. I shook my head as if the thoughts would scatter away. You have been watching too many rom-coms Feyre. I sat up in my sight and began looking at , ignoring Rhysands stare, like a brand on me.
With school finally over, I went over to the school library where I was to help clean some Ipads. Of course, Rhys followed me, again matching his pace with my own. "So Feyre Darling, who do you think are gonna be our work buddies for this project?" he purred. The way his voice curled around my name made my toes curl. I blushed and responded with, "I don't know Rhys, I am just as clueless as you are." He smirked at me, "Oh but that's where you are wrong darling, I know three who are doing it, and I'll tell you if you tell me what was going on in that beautiful mind of yours during English." I scowled at him. Prick knew I hated surprises and knew I would want to know this information. I gave in.
"I was thinking about how lucky Nora was, to have the option of those other lives, and how I was stuck in this one."
"She was lucky I'll agree on that darling, but in the end, you have to go back to where you belong, or find where you belong." I gaped at him. What he was saying made a lot of sense. I smiled a bit, thinking about where I would belong.
"Now tell me the three people prick." He barked a laugh, his eyes twinkling. "Well, I don't think I need to tell you anymore darling, just look in front of you." I saw 6 people in the library through the clear doors, 3 of which I already knew.