I roll my eyes as the banshee at the desk tells Red Eyes that he’s not as cute as he thinks. Was everyone just in the mood for stalling and or getting on my nerves today?
“Can you stop flirting and figure out where I’m going, please?” I ask, glaring at them.
"Oooh, a feisty one," Lena grins, and I roll my eyes. Of course I was feisty. I had to leave my home to go somewhere unknown. Even if it was to protect my friend I was pissy about it.
After a few short moments the clacking stops. My eyebrows knitting together as she lets out a solitary laugh. What was so funny? I wondered this as a few more short laughs come out that soon devolve into full on cackling.
"What?" Red Eyes frowns.
"Congratulations, Mr. Ayers."
No.
“Over my dead body.” I growl, the anger inside of me making me feel like I was about to burst into flames. “It has to be a mistake.”
"Nope," Leena turns the monitor around so we both can see it and standss, using her pen to point at the spreadsheet. Under the 'Number' column is a very obvious red number one.
"Surely I can waive my place and take the nex--"
“Nope, you’d go to the back of the line and you know it.”
This wasn’t happening. I couldn’t, and wouldn’t go home with the one person I hated more than anything else in this cruel world. He was the reason my family was dead— the reason I had to be in hiding my entire life.
“No.” I state, standing up as I clutch my bag close to my body. “I’m not going home with you. Not now, not ever. Put him at the bottom of the list. I don’t care. I will take anyone over Red Eyes.”
"Honey, you don't have a say," Leena smiles uncomfortably, turns her monitor back around and sits. "Though, I'd suppose the 'evil you know' would be better than the one you don't..."
"Who's next?" He asks, and I stand there, glaring at them. I have no idea who the man she named off was, but it seems that he wasn’t a fan of them.
"I'll take her. Just...keep me posted on who the next in line gets."
“You can’t be serious.” My eyebrows pinch together. “Red Eyes, no. I’ll murder your girlfriend if I have to deal with her again.”
"This isn't up for discussion, Miss Cercel. I know you think the worst of me, but despite that, I'm trying to do my best to keep the worst from happening to you....so just...don't make this a fight," he states, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I'll figure something out with her— just… don't worry about that."
Don’t worry about that? He was fucking insane. Of course I was going to worry about it. It was all I worried about as I walked out of the registrar’s office. My arms folded as I tried to remember everything. I would need this for when I tried to escape.
If I could ever escape.
My eyes water at the thought as we walk up a hill to what I assume is his home. It looks run down, even from a distance. What stands out isn’t the shape of the house though, it’s the person waiting at the bottom of the stairs. My breath catching in my throat as I clench my jaw.
What was he doing here?
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