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Of Fae and Hate

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CHAPTER THREE: NERYS

Itakeadeep breath as I pull on a plain white t-shirt and a pair of black jeans.

The first day of school feelings are the same even in the fae world, it appears. Because the nervous jitters in the pit of my stomach and the fast beat of my heart are the same.

The weekend has been uneventful and I've stuck to my room. I've only seen my roommates a few times, except for Soskia who apparently asked for a roommate change. It was denied. Or so that's what Clemmen told me when I passed by her in the living room yesterday morning.

It only ignited my fire to make sure that Soskia understands I'm not scared of her.

I pick up the schedule that was sent to me by the main office. I've memorized it at this point, but I take one more look at it before heading out. The quad is full of students moving around as they hustle to their classes. I make it to my first one successfully. The professor is a short man with greying green hair. He gives me a smile and I return it with a tight one of my own. "What's your name?

"Neryssa Ebirac."

His eyes widen slightly and his lips fall open a little before he quickly masks the expression..

It’s always the last fucking name that reveals who I am.

"Nice to meet you Neryssa.” He continues to peer at me for a second before he shakes his head slightly. “One second." he pulls out a sheet of paper and pulls it out. “Your seat is the last on the third row,” he says, pointing in the general direction of the seat.

Assigned seats seem more than a little childish, but I keep my thoughts to myself, sitting down. My goal is to keep my head low and make it through this year. My only chance of dropping out without repercussions would be during the summer time before the new year starts.

A chair scrapes next to me, loud and obnoxious. I squint at the male plopping down into the seat beside me, reconigitoning instantly flaring as I stare at his white hair. The vamp from the courtyard. I could tell he was handsome even from a distance yesterday but it’s even clearer up close. Strong cheekbones, full lips, and when he turns to look at me, I find myself staring into the iciest pair of blue eyes.

His brow lifts slightly, before his lips press down into a hard line. “What are you looking at?” His voice is just as cold as his features and it raises my hackles.

Narrowing my eyes, I sit up straighter in my seat. “An asshole, apparently.”

Now it’s his eyes narrowing, his jaw clenching. “You must have mistaken yourself somewhere between your thoughts and opening your mouth,” he snaps, “because I know that’s not what you meant to say.”

I let out a humorless chuckle. “No mistake,” I tell him shortly.

His shoulders straighten and his eyes move over my face. It’s evident that he’s shocked and I file him away into the privileged rich kid category with the rose gold, Soskia. I didn’t grow up going to fae schools but the human schools weren’t much different. None of them had known who my mother really was or the power she held, and my dark skin seemed to be a personal insult to most of them. The bullshit had quickly come to an end when I made it clear that I came from just as much money but unlike most of them, I wasn’t afraid to throw hands.

And while the fae know exactly who my mom is, the last thing I want to do is reveal that I’m her daughter, not now at least. I know it won’t take long for my identity to catch up with me.

But either way I won’t be taking shit from any of these people.

“Listen here,” he shifts in his seat slightly, moving closer in my direction. “It’s clear you’re a first year imbecile, so let me inform you now-”

“You’re not to be messed with,” I cut him off, lowering my voice to imitate his deeper one before returning to normal. “Well, let me tell you, I’m not to be fucked with either, fanger. So turn around in your seat and maybe I’ll forget that you had the nerve to insult me.”

So much for keeping a low profile, Nerys.

The clenching of his hand brings my attention to his fingers, finding a glistening blue crystal that confirms my suspicion that he’s some sort of rich boy.

As he opens his mouth, I catch a glimpse of sharp white fangs and I know I’ve really pissed him off now but I won’t back down, continuing to stare at him.

He leans forward. “Well, I won’t forget how you’d disrespected me, I’ll have you out of the academy by the end of the day.”

This time, my laugh isn’t humorless. “Go for it, buddy, you’d be doing me a great fucking favor getting me out of this prison.”

His brows crease for a moment and he opens his mouth, only to be cut off by the teacher. “Do we have a problem back here?” he asks, appearing in between us, his gaze moving back and forth between us. The worry on his face is clear and there’s a bead of sweat moving down his brow.

“Not yet,” I tell him, folding my arms over my chest as I lean back in my chair. It’s only now that I realize the rest of the class is looking on in complete shock.

The vamp only stares at the teacher with a blank gaze and the man shifts uneasily. A strangled sound passes through his lips. “Okay, then,” he says before clasping his hands together and raising his voice. “Well, let's get class started then.”

As the teacher returns to the class, I can’t help but to wonder who he fears pissing off more, me or fang boy. And when I feel fang boy’s gaze on me most of class, I only smirk, not bothering to look at him.



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