Hidden Flame: Bound to the Triplet Dragon Kings

Chapter 18: Teen Spirit

Avery

I guided Cassius through our lab. He is surprisingly good with his hands. That must be why they made him the quarterback when he was only a freshman. I don’t know much about the sport, but Casslu must have been good for them to put him on the varsity team back when he was so young. As we were leaving class, he turned to say something to me but stopped when he noticed that Jessica. was leaning against the door across the hall waiting on him. He rushed over to her, so it must not have been important. I put my head down to avoid her glare and went to my next class

Miss Alman greeted each of us as we entered. I emailed her our out the since I wasn’t at class on Thursday. “Alright class, settle down. I have gone over all of your outlines and I must say that I am quite impressed. Some of you are holding true to the original version while a few of you are making it your own. All will be graced fairly, but I am going to offer extra credit. After each play is performed, the school will vote on which they prefer in both categories of traditional and original plays.”

look at Conner and smile, and to my surprise, he returns it. I overhear some of the females in class talking about how Conner should have been their partner. I also hear several of the guys in class talk about how Conner is at a disadvantage because of me. I grip my pencil so hard that it snaps, driving splinters into my palm Conner reaches over to help me but I push him away because 1 hear growls coming from all around me. I raised my noninjured hand and asked to be excused. After my trip to the nurse, I went to my final class of the day. After this period, I can go home and enjoy an empty palace.

To my astonishment, Clint was waiting at our station. I assumed that we would stroll in late as always with his entourage in tow. “You should consider coming to at least one game before you graduate, don’t you think?” he asks,

Tlook at him as I put my messy long brown hair into a ponytail. “I don’t understand anything about it.”

or boo when the rest of

out the recipe that we will be making. “I might one

me and raises an eyebrow. I don’t see his eyes assessing te but his dragon’s. “Fine, I have a date with my

just as Miss Alman told us all to start cooking. I had Clint wash and chop the fruit while I made the dough. We are making. pies. Cooking has always been second nature to me. It is one of

bottle of red wine from his backpack. Earlier in the week, when I sent him his homework I had asked him to bring wine today. At first, he questioned it until I asked if he wanted to pass this class so he could graduate. Maybe that’s why I am wearing one of his shirts. Once we set the timer and the pie is safely in the oven, we

this isn’t for a grade. Even though I know that I did my best, Clint is likely to rate me very low. I know that like his brothers, he thinks that I influenced his parents somehow, but I didn’t. I could talk to them, especially their dad, without feeling afraid. I don’t know why, but I think it allowed them to see me and somehow knew that I would honor duty above all. I never told them how their

in black and white just how useless and pathetic I am. Great, just fucking great. The final bell rings signaling that class is dismissed. The students excitedly exit talking about the game that will start in a few hours. I gather my things and make my way out of the school. However, as I was

pitch black. No one was talking either. I only heard heavy breathing and low roaring. I tried to reach for anything could but freezing metal cuffs were clamped

in the darkness. This can’t be

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Teen Spirit