Chartreuse…Monday…
I stepped out of Mr. Sean's office and quickly walked to my locker with my head down. My mind was stuffed with a lot of thoughts and I couldn't even concentrate on where I was going.
I bumped into someone; a cliche scene in movies and books.
"You better watch where you are going." An unfamiliar but familiar voice said. I looked up and stepped back immediately when I took notice of Daphne.
Wondering who Daphne is?
Well Daphne is the only daughter of Heracules and a Spanish woman called Carlotta and she is known for her exceptional strength which her father has. But it is rumored that Evan's parents wants her to be their son's bride. I don't even know how true that is because they have never really been seen together.
"Sorry about that." I mumbled, ready to leave but she pulled me back with little effort scratch that, no effort.
"Chartreuse right?" She raised a brow. My name sounded weird on her tongue.
"Um…yeah." She nodded and patted my head. I really hated that but I can't pull her hand away. I still love myself to an extent.
"I would like to know you better. See you some other time, Chartreuse." She smiled and walked away.
I heaved a sigh and walked towards my next class. I had that class alone because it had to do with demon magic. That took the place of General chemistry on my timetable. I wanted to be a demon therapist in the future so I almost had nothing to do with human subjects.
I had this class with Beverly and Evan. I noticed that Beverly was a loner. Her glasses gave her a nerdy look and to top it that she was a death soul. It only meant she held a high rank somewhere.
All the seats were occupied and I could only sit beside Evan. Evan Ville.
Ugh!!! Why does destiny hate me?
He spared me a two second glance and looked away. He looked irritated at my presence.
Does he really hate girls this much?
Mr. Daryn entered the class. He was a young demon who is said to have fought in several wars but the guy looks nothing like the rumors.
"Good afternoon class." He started and the class barely answered his carefree greeting "Today, we will be working on the heart of a fogron and the soul of a hondux. Just like hydrogen and halogens, the heart of a fogron and the soul of a hondux have strong affinity for each other. Witches use this to make a potion called Darken. The potion is usually used to raise the dead but it usually has repercussions so this is barely known."
Genevieve raised her hand; "Um sir…what are the repercussions?"
"The person will no longer be same. The person's body will be like a perfect place for stray souls to host. Demon hosts are not common and they are usually placed on quarantine once found because they could become dybbuks or worse. The person would also become cursed by the soul of the hondux. Well, you can go on and read more about it. It would help. Moving on, we will try this. Note that the following repercussions can only happen if the potion is used to raise the dead and we would definitely not do that."
We were paired up and since I sat close to Evan, you can already guess what went on beyond.
Our equipments were placed before us and we started working on it according to the instructions of Mr. Daryn.
We were able to finish up before the end of the period. We gave Mr. Daryn the results and he scanned them.
"You all did well but this potion isn't properly done." He frowned as he stared into a chronical flask with light green liquid "The potion is supposed to be dark green with an illusion of blue."
"Sorry sir." Sandra said but her voice didn't sound very guilty.
"You can try this next time. Now jot this down. You better know it so you wouldn't make a mistake. At this point, the potion is acidic and spiritual. It cannot bring back the dead but it can form the dead."
I nodded. I just wonder why this potion is being put in a text book and being taught. A stupid student could decide to use this prank another.
School is dangerous…
The bell rang and I felt so elated knowing it was the last class of the day before leisure. We all left the laboratory and I headed towards my locker. Sheridan and Jinx were there already.
"Maybe you should try him out. He shouldn't be all bad." Sheridan shrugged.
"Hey guys." I waved and opened my locker and they waved back.
"How about you try hitting on your fellow gender?" Jinx frowned.
"I am straight, Jinx." Sheridan said in a 'duh' tone.
"Well so am I." Jinx replied.
I closed my locker and turned to them; "Don't tell me you are trying to encourage Jinx to try Evan."
Sheridan cocked her head to the side, not saying anything.
I sighed; "Alright, tell me."
"Well, I am trying to encourage Jinx to try Evan." She shrugged like it was no big deal and I sighed.
"I hate that dude, Sherry." I frowned and Sheridan gasped dramatically. The bell rang and we didn't have time to hear what she had to say.
Our last class was Spanish language. Supernaturals were told to be able to learn how to speak English, Portuguese, Filipino, Spanish, Italian and Chinese. It was considered 'important' because most packs, herds, covens e.t.c. inhabited these places. As of current, Purple Rose was located somewhere in New York City.
Classes finally ended and myself and Sheridan waved Jinx goodbye.
"Say hello to Evan for me." Sheridan said.
Oh yeah, I forgot. Jinx room was in between the rooms of Evan and Charles, two gays. I am homophobic so I would have hated Jinx if he became one of them.
"You shouldn't say that." I said.
"I actually think Evan and Jinx would make a great couple." She said like a mother who wanted to find the perfect bride or no, groom for her son.
"And here I was, thinking you and Jinx were a perfect match." I smirked but I regretted immediately as I got a smack on the head.
"I am a werewolf, fella. No one is mate if I don't feel connected."
"Well, black blood werewolves don't feel connected to anyone until the full moon happens on the night of their birthday." I stated and she became short of words.
We continued to banter on other things till we got to our rooms. Hers was just perpendicular to mine.
"See you at the Cafeteria. I have got some sleeping to do." She winked and turned away to her room.
Her birthday was just next week Tuesday. She was turning eighteen and I could only wish she would meet her mate. I mean, if a werewolf doesn't feel the connection between ages eighteen and nineteen, he or she is said to be cursed.
I just hope that doesn't happen…