Chapter ThirteenMature

“So this is the stuff you needed to do is it, Evy?” she demanded rhetorically. I looked away, humiliated. “As for you, Nat–”

“Who I kiss has nothing to do with you,” Nat said harshly.

“It does when it’s my new best friend!”

“Zoe, I–” I started.

“Don’t apologise to her, Evy. It has nothing to do with her. Even if it did, it was me not you.” All I wanted to do was have him hold me in his arms.

“I don’t care who it was–” Zoe collapsed midsentence.

Nat caught her as she fell. He took her to the desks and laid her down on them.

“I didn’t mean for that to happen,” I said.

“For what to happen?” he asked.

“That happens sometimes, when certain people are stressing me out. They just... collapse. She’ll be fine but I still didn’t mean for that to happen.”

Nat pulled me to him, intending to continue from where we’d been interrupted. I turned away – the opposite of what my body screamed at me to do. Nat took my hand gently and turned me back to him.

“What’s wrong?” he whispered in my ear, his lips brushing my skin. I tried to ignore the electrifying tsunami of emotions it sent through me.

“I very new to this but even I know this is all really premature. We met this morning and you only found out who I really am not five minutes ago.”

“Yet I feel as if I’ve known you forever,” he said. “Give me a chance.”

“I never said I wouldn’t, I just said it was premature.”

Nat smiled. “So, Evy, will you be my girlfriend?”

I blushed a bit as I nodded. His smile widened as he pulled me into a hug. He kissed me again and when he pulled away, I hungered for more.

“I’ve got to go,” he said, “I promised Damien I’d play football.”

“Have fun,” I replied, kissing him again. What was ‘football’?

Nat left the room. With his presence gone, I missed his touch, his lips – I just missed him really. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from a shelf. I sat in a chair near Zoe and started to write a letter to my mother. I needed to tell her I wouldn’t be home till late. But I also needed to thank her for sending me to that Godforsaken place. I hated it, but I’d met Nat and Zoe there. Lewin seemed quite nice too. I’d never hear the end of it after thanking her, but I didn’t care.

I folded the paper and walked to the window. I opened it and whistled. A raven flew to me within seconds. It landed on the rim of the window and took the letter in its talons. It flew off and vanished; I didn’t technically live in this reality and ravens were among the few creatures who could hop between worlds.

“Did you just give a piece of paper to a raven?” asked Zoe, sitting up slowly.

“A messenger bird,” I explained.

The End

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