Unfortunate
/ˌənˈfôrCH(ə)nət/
Adjective
1. having or marked by bad fortune; unlucky
“He was having a very unfortunate day.”
Keir flopped onto his bed, with a big contented sigh. Reid, who was still in his room, looked up from his phone. “I take it the date went well?”
“Very well.” He mumbled, blushing at how most of the movie went. He wasn’t even sure what movie they had actually seen, because that’s definitely not where his focus was. “Do you really have to go back to Florida tomorrow? I’m going to miss you so much.”
“Yeah. You have no idea how many emails I’ve gotten from my supervisors asking when I’d come back.” Reid groaned, “I hate working for them.”
“Why?”
“I just don’t feel free. Sure, they pay a lot, but it’s so demanding. I want to travel the world, and now I feel like I’ll never get the chance to.”
“Don’t worry, you will.” Keir smiled up to his best friend. “And you’re gonna take me with you.”
***
The minute Keir woke up the next morning, he knew he was sick again. That familiar weak, achey feeling plagued him, and he could barely see Reid to the door. The minute the door was shut, he had to hurry to the downstairs bathroom to empty the contents of his stomach. He had felt completely fine last night, why was he feeling so bad now?
He trudged up the stairs to his room, making sure to open Birdie’s cage so that she could roam freely throughout the day. ‘Feeling bad today, huh? Want me to get your mom you’re not going to school?’ She twittered in his mind, going to rest on one of his pillows as he laid down.
“No, she won’t care either way. It’s not like I really need human studies anyway.” He grumbled, snuggling down into his covers. He was so tired. Maybe he could just sleep the sickness away.
Keir wasn’t really sure what had woken him up. Perhaps it was cold air seeping in through the window, or maybe it was his body’s natural clock telling him to wake up. Most likely though, it was the ominous presence looming above him. He groaned, half expecting it to be Nyx showing up like last time.
So, when he opened his eyes and Silas was creepily staring down at him, Keir nearly fell out of his bed. “How did you even get in here?” He questioned, then immediately fell into a coughing fit because well, he was sick.
“The window.” Silas said, seating himself on the bed. He thought about pushing him off but figured that would be futile. “You weren’t at school this morning.”
“That doesn’t give you permission to show up at my house and invite yourself in,” He pointed out, watching as Silas’s icy blue eyes fell onto the purple bruises on his neck. His head cocked to the side, “I see you’ve been spending time with my brother.”
“That is none of your business.” Keir tried to pull the collar up on his shirt, but it was a sleep shirt that was waaaaay too big on him. The collar simply fell down again.
“It’s okay, I’m not jealous or anything. You’re sick right? I’ll be right back.” Then he hopped off of his bed and walked out of the room like it was his own house.
Keir leaned against his headboard with a sigh. Silas gave him such a big headache. He reached over and grabbed his phone off of the nightstand, seeing he had a Snapchat from Nyx asking where he was. He snapped a picture of his blanket in response and captioned it, ‘Sick. Your brother showed up please help’ then sent it to him.
Silas was back only a few minutes later, a mug in his hand. “Here. It’s chamomile and honey. Your family’s herb stash is pretty impressive.”
“Well, we can grow plants at will. Thanks.” He took the mug, looking at its contents curiously. He didn’t think that Silas would slip something in it… but honestly, he was creepy enough that he might. He decided to take his chances and sipped the drink. It didn’t taste off.
“Sometimes I think it would be nice to have powers like yours. So useful and nice, but then I figure it’d probably be really boring.” Silas sat himself in his desk chair, and Keir watched as the plants on his desk visibly drooped.
“I’m not sure how I should feel about that.” He admitted, sipping more of his tea. It wasn’t bad, actually. Keir decided to change the subject, “So, do you and Nyx have different powers?”
“For the most part, no.” Silas said vaguely with a shrug, “There are some things he can do, but I can’t and vice versa. I wonder if I would be more powerful if our mother had been a witch.”
Keir shivered at the thought. From his own experiences with Silas, the kid was already powerful enough, and he wouldn’t even reach his peak until he was in his twenties. “What was your mom, then?”
“A human.” Another, deeper voice said from beside him. Keir’s head whipped around to see Nyx jumping through the window. Did they know he had a front door? “She left when she realized she’d given birth to demons.”
“He’s got mommy issues.” Silas butted in, and Nyx flipped him off. “Like you don’t?”
The freshman shrugged. “We’ve got Michael.”
“He’s a twenty-five year old man.”
“He still makes us take family pictures every season though.”
Nyx rolled his eyes then turned his attention on Keir. He leaned down and placed his hand on his cheek, eyes full of what seemed to be concern. “Do you get sick often, sunshine?”
Cue immature gagging noises from Silas. Keir laughed nervously and swatted Nyx’s hand away. “Sometimes. Mostly in the winter.”
“That’s weird. We usually have strong immune systems.” He put his hand back on his face, this time to check for temperature. “Have you taken anything? I think you’re running a fever.”
“I’m fine. I just need rest.” Keir insisted, grabbing his wrist and moving it away.
***
The next day Keir felt like he was feeling okay enough to go to school. He wasn’t one hundred percent, but he could get out of bed without wanting to die. So, he made himself look presentable, threw a bunch of cough drops in his backpack, and headed out for a day full of learning. Or rather, a day full of pretending to be a human and that these studies applied to him. He wished he had the sort of parents who thought sending their son to a witch school, but no. They felt like one of those schools would eat him alive. They were probably right.
So, Keir was stuck going to a shitty human school where he had to pretend to care.
When he walked into first period, he was immediately annoyed by two things: Amanda, Nyx’s girlfriend, was sitting on their table, and Mr. Johnson was calling him over to his desk. He figured ignoring the teacher while he strangled a human would cause problems, so he reluctantly approached the teacher. “Yes sir?” He asked.
The bald man looking at him over his readers, and Keir tried not to seem too annoyed. “Mr. Delaney, were you aware that there was a paper due this morning?”
“Uh…no?” He shrugged, figuring that being truthful would be the best route to take.
“Do you know what topic the paper is covering?”
Keir shrugged again, and Mr. Johnson nodded his shiny head. “That’s what I thought. You have a nine percent in this class, Keir, and similar grades in your other classes. I will be calling your parents today and scheduling a parent-teacher conference for some time this week. You may go to your seat now.”
He sighed and turned around, ignoring the couple at his table as he took his seat. He was tired of school, tired of being sick, and tired of stupidly handsome Necromancers. He should have just stayed home today. Amanda finally said she needed to get to her class, and Keir watched her kiss Nyx’s cheek and leave the room.
“I’m trying to break up with her.” Nyx mumbled to him when she was out of earshot.
“Oh yeah? Seems like it.”
“It’s just, I’ve been trying to get her in bed for months and I’m so close. Wait, that sounds bad doesn’t it?”
Keir almost didn’t believe what Nyx was saying. Then again, Nyx hadn’t exactly shown himself to be a nice guy. He turned to look at him, but the blond seemed serious. “Do you do that to every person you date?”
“Only humans.”
“Good to know.” He muttered and turned away again.
“What do you mean by that?”
“It’s just good to know that I don’t need to talk to you anymore.” This day really was shit, huh?
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