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Fossdale help bat langt hem. They looked ende, han wat na drevina that.
The to balanced each other out perfectly. Dylan had always been tos vertoes, too uptight and introverted while Trinity is a bit more for
v party. 11 was a match made in heaven.
rch hôm the captain!” Rochwall suddenly Anmenced.
All heads turned to Kylan, but he shook his head. “No.” he muttered. “Ho speech, please.*
The others didn’t really care, because they began chanting his name, “Speech! Speech!” (
Kytan looked uncomfortable, but he shove back his chair either way, and slowly stood up. “A speech?” He sighed in frustration. “If there would be nominations, none of you would’ve nominated me—so I’m not going to thank anybody.”
I nearly cackled under my breath. Of course, he would start his speech like that. I hadn’t expected anything less.
“But,” he continued, “I will say that I do believe I deserve to be captain.”
This time I almost had to cover my mouth to keep myself from laughing out loud. He was so full of himself, I could hardly believe it.
“I’ll do my best to lead this team, even if some of you think I shouldn’t be your captain,” Kylan added with a smirk. “We’ve got a strong group, and I know we’ll prove ourselves in the missions ahead. With me as your captain, we’ll succeed.”
Despite his arrogance, the speech was kind of going somewhere. Still, his words were more self–centered than inspiring. He had spoken like a true prince.
Kylan gazed to me for a second before he looked around the table again. “I’m glad all the new recruits made it,” he spoke. “You’ve all earned your spots.”
He glanced at me again for a second time when he spoke about ‘all‘ and it caught me off guard.
“There’s not one person sitting at this table who isn’t worthy of this/team,” he finished.
Everyone around the table cheered, but all I could do was stare at him in shock. Had he just indirectly included me in his speech? He didn’t say ‘all but Violet,‘ he spoke about everyone at this table.
I watched as he sat back down, avoiding my gaze. He casually returned to his conversation with the guys, acting like nothing had happened.
It was just me and my plate again, and it stayed that way until dinner was over. By the time we were finished, it was already starting to get late.
“Alright, now we really got to wrap things up!” Rochwall said. “You all need to be back in your dorms before curfew, and if you won’t make it–it’s your own responsibility.”
Some began laughing while the other half groaned out loud.
“You’re the one who suggested this dinner!” One of the girls called out.
“Yes, and now I’m giving you twenty minutes to get back to your dorms–let’s go!” he clapped his hands.
People began gathering their belongings, including me. I had yet to receive a strike, and I wished for it to remain that way.
As everyone started to leave one by one, looked back at Kylan, who was still in the middle of a conversation and clearly unbothered.
“Come on,” Trinity said, her arm wrapped around Dylan.
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theran quedenty pulled me into a tight hug, and I immediately leaned into him. “I mean it. I’m sorry,” he murmured into ang mặt và on le
*in tower I finished for him with a small grin.
Trinity whe had overhead looked at us with flushed cheeks while Dylan looked down at the ground, a bit embarrassed.
think I’ll stay over at Dylan’s tonight,” Trinity announced.
“Why**
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The two exchanged a smirk, and I immediately regretted asking. “Never mind–I don’t want to know,” I changed my mind, scrunching my face in disgust.
During our first week, almost everyone had been obsessed with curfew, but now, as I looked around campus, it was clear that less people gave a damn. They all started living on the edge, testing the waters.
Not me, though.
I couldn’t afford to get a strike on my record for something as simple as missing curfew.
Not when I was the freak whose glasses could slip off and end up causing two strikes for disturbance.
“Do you want me to walk you back?” Dylan offered. “It’s dark.”
“I’ll survive,” I replied. “Besides, curfew, remember? We can’t both miss it.”
Dylan hesitated. “Are you sure?”
nodded. “Yeah, go. I’ll be fine.”
Trinity gave me a quick wave. “Okay, girl. I’ll see you tomorrow!”
“Don’t get caught!” I yelled after her as they walked away, arms wrapped around each other.
Trinity glanced back for a second. “Don’t worry about us!”
A smile tugged at my lips as I watched them disappear. As much as I was disgusted, and maybe a bit jealous–I did really like seeing them together. But standing there alone, I couldn’t help feeling a little lonely. Everyone seemed to be finding their place, finding people to connect with–while I still struggled
to fit in.
Even the girls on the Elite Team bonded easily, and the new recruits had already formed their own group. They weren’t unfriendly, not at all–but somehow, I was still on the outside, not really part of their circle.
As I puffed out some air, I caught sight of Kylan walking past as he left the restaurant. He moved with his usual confidence, not acknowledging me…as usual.
He wore the same leather jacket he always did, over his neat clothes, like he didn’t care about mixing those two styles. It looked good on him though.
I felt the sudden urge to speak up, to break the silence that always seemed to hang between us.
“Kylan, wait!”
