December walked the hallways of the academy, enjoying her three hour free period. It surprises her friends sometimes, that for someone who bolted at the first chance of free period, she did manage her academic well.
Well enough to still be enrolling in this academy, she thought with a wince. But well enough.
She did use the time to study, but not today.
There was something in the air, and she noted the different feel of atmosphere and setting. It seemed as though the walls had brightened with posters of events and decorations hung here and there. The lockers looked like it had been newly polished, and everyone seemed excited for something. It was no surprise they would be as Black Bridge Academy's hosting their annual prom night for their seniors.
My senior year prom, she thought in glee.
December's excitement for all the balls and parties her school had thrown could not rival this year's event. While she had attended past parties, those were with her friends. This year, however, was special because she was about to graduate from the academy, it was her senior year, and she had finally gained a really smart and gorgeous boyfriend – her crush! – so it made sense that she would want to have one of the best – if not the best – times of her life.
The school announced the arrival of their prom a week ago and everyone, more so her fellow seniors had been buzzing with excitement since then. She couldn't blame them – these things are usually the highlight of their high school moments and some have been hunting for dresses since the previous year. Despite having three more months to prepare, the fact that the announcements have been made was enough to send them into a tizzy.
December hadn't anticipated in looking forward towards prom. She had thought she would be going stag with her friends, as she always did, but the realisation that this was her last year in high school – it changed her view on everything.
She just wanted to make the best memories in her life during her senior year with the people she loved and cared about.
She remembered their reactions, which had been unexpected at first. Being the last person to usually initiate this, December surprised her friends when she asked if they could go on a shopping spree for dresses. It really was no wonder now why they reacted like that, she thought with a chuckle.
The school was a buzz with news and preparations for prom, and after mulling it over for days, December decided to ask her friends for help. December walked into her dorm, the idea of asking her friends to go shopping made her feel sheepish. But she ploughed on anyway and entered her room, hoping to ask Raven first.
"Hey, Rave – oh, you're all here." She came to a stop, surprised at seeing all of her friends in the room.
Brooke was lying on her stomach on the bed, diligently perusing her magazines, and Serena was braiding Raven's hair into twin plaits – the latter looking as though she might fall asleep any time soon. Her eyes were almost droopy.
December couldn't help but grin. She knew what it felt like; there was something soothing and lulling about having your hair being played or braided that made you want to fall asleep.
As soon as she entered, their attention were upon her, including Raven, whose eyes snapped into focus.
She gave a sleepy grin. "Hey, D."
Serena chuckled when Brooke said, amused, "Well yes, where did you think we'd be on this afternoon?"
December closed the door and went for her swivel chair. She shrugged then grinned, saying, "I don't know, tutoring or helping out at the library… tormenting juniors in drama club."
Brooke pursed her lips and pointed a finger at her. "It's not called torment if I want them to get their acts together. Literally."
They have all seen how Brooke coached her juniors, and while she could be the sunny Southern Belle of the group, she took her interests pretty seriously, which means being a little worse than a drilling sergeant. Brooke was a good tutor who provided fruitful results, but they didn't particularly agree with the way she chose her methods. Because of this, she had a terrifying reputation amongst them and that her junior group now consists of only two students – out of the usual eight.
"Intentions and actions, sometimes they don't work well unless you make them clear." December said pointedly.
"Well, aren't you Miss Philosophy." Brooke rolled her eyes before raising her brows. "I'm not that bad."
Serena gave her a look of pity. "Brooke, one of them changed schools because they couldn't take your approach to reciting scripts."
"You mean, stuffing them in a room colder than Alaska because according to you, it will make them remember the script better? That doesn't make sense at all." Raven added with a disapproving look.
"I was in the room too! It wasn't that cold…" She grumbled. When they didn't say anything, Brooke looked at them all, their expressions saying that they didn't buy that reasoning. It seemed like one of their intervention sessions, and she open her mouth to refute that but nothing came out. Finally, "Fine. I'm not completely heartless. I am trying to be better." She looked at them all begrudgingly.
December smiled, "Just thought to remind you."
Shaking her head, Brooke looked at her in disbelief, before a smirk grew her lips. "Anyway, back to you. I completely underestimated Zach's influence really, if he has you quoting something remotely philosophical."
"Oh yes. You've always thought them pretentious." Raven nodded and giggled to herself, playing with the hem of her hoodie.
"But not Zach, of course." Serena quietly said, her lips curve upwards.
"Of course." Chimed both Brooke and Raven.
When December could only look at them in stupefaction, words unable to form in her throat, Brooke looked on smugly. "An eye for an eye, sugar. You tried to turn the tables on me and now I've got you back."
She winked at a flushed December and both Serena and Raven burst into laughter.
December couldn't resist their infectious laughter, and she felt her lips tugged into a smile. "Very smart." She nodded at Brooke in acknowledgement.
"So," Raven said after a moment, rubbing her plait softly. "Did you want to tell us something? You looked eager coming in here."
"Is it about Zach?" Brooke raised her brow. "Did he declare his undying love for you and you're gonna tell us you're eloping? Because as your friend, I'm advising against it. My cousin Amanda eloped with her beau, Brady, and two months later, they divorced. She's pregnant."
Everyone looked at her, speechless. Brooke nodded firmly, communicating non-verbally to them that it really happened.
December stared at her unblinkingly, before she chuckled and shook her head. "Thank you for that but…no. While getting married is in my plans in the far future, I can assure you that I won't elope. Plus, I don't think Zach's that kind of person."
"So you have thought of Zach as the prospective groom." Raven said smoothly, her brows waggled suggestively and they collectively nodded their assent.
"What? No! I… Raven." December spluttered, her face becoming even more flushed. Why do they love teasing her so much?
"Alright, let's really hear it." Serena said once they calmed down.
"Thank you, Serena." December said, pleased, before continuing, or she tried to. December suddenly felt foolish and nervous, but she attributed that it's only because she hadn't brought up the topic before. "So, prom's about to start…and…I-I was wondering if you would help me find a dress. Please."
There was silence, and then:
"Oh my God, finally!"
"What Raven said, but who are you and what have you done with December?"
Those were Raven, Brooke, and Serena's reactions simultaneously, and December let out a nervous chuckle.
Was it really that hard to believe that she was into this?
She stared at them. Yes, I guess it was.
They looked as though they have found hope and maybe they did.
Serena was delighted. "Honestly, I didn't think you would even ask us that. Of course, we're going to help you find the best dress!"
"The one and only!"
Brooke, the ever dramatic girl she was, pretended to sob uncontrollably. "I knew Zach is a miracle. Has he ask you yet? He better make his move! He's changed you. I thought we'd have to drag you this year but look at you now." She then sniffled.
December laughed out loud at Brooke's non-stop chatter. "Brooke, stop." Then she added as an afterthought, still chuckling. "And not yet, but it's alright. If he doesn't, then I will."
"Atta girl." Brooke smiled at her knowingly before she nodded at Serena and Raven, nudging them to lift an imaginary flute of champagne for a salute.
And the crazy part was that they all acquiesced. December couldn't help another round of laughter.
After a moment, she added, "Thanks so much, guys. I felt iffy because I'm not really into dress shopping but this is our final year and…well, there's Zach." She looked on shyly. "I just want it to be something I could always remember."
Raven bobbed her head vigorously. "I agree." Then, Raven did something that garnered suspicious looks from them: she blushed and looked extremely shy. "This year feels different than the previous ones, and I also want this to be a memorable one."
December shared glances with Brooke and Serena before looking at Raven. "Okay, is there something you're not telling us?"
Startled, Raven asked, "W-what do you mean? What makes you think that?"
"Uh, your blush. And the fact that you just tried to evade that question." Brooke raised her brows expectantly.
If possible, she flushed more than December did. Raven bit her lip, looking at them all – she knew they would just be persistent – but Raven had always been a little more secretive than them all, even more so than Serena.
"Believe me, I'm dying to tell you but let's just say that if I do…it feels like I'll jinx it." She looked at them apologetically.
They were dying to know, but when Raven told them about her superstitious belief and fear, they understood. No point pushing a determined Raven no matter what – yet, in that sense, it also made her a loyal and trustworthy friend.
"Okay," December relented. "But tell us whenever you're ready, alright? I mean, you know all of my secrets, Rae!"
Raven nodded firmly. Brooke suddenly cackled and it reminded December briefly of Jethro.
She stifled a giggle.
"You may not tell us anything, but, my dear friend, unconsciously you have given us some information. It involves a crush and prom, there I said it." Brooke finished quickly, arms crossed.
"Brooke, we can surmised as much." Serena looked at her in amusement.
Brooke just shrugged at her before sitting up. "So, since December is getting into the spirit of prom, I guess I should get myself a guy to go with too. You know, final year and all."
Serena paused in a thought before she mused out loud, "It always made me curious how you've never gone with Jet to anywhere. I thought you're childhood friends?"
At the mention of Jethro, Brooke couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Yes, we may be that but not all childhood friends remained close buddies. We're just...acquaintances." She added lamely before continuing, "Besides, sometimes I just can't stand him. He's a major flirt and I don't do major flirts." Then, she wrinkled her nose. "Did I mention that I can't stand him?"
"Twice." December blurted. She then shared a knowing look with Serena - no one mentioned anything about dating Jethro, yet her reaction geared towards that.
Raven's brows furrowed. "I thought you said Caleb is."
"They both are! Gosh, they're so similar it makes me wanna barf. Maybe they should just date each other."
December glanced at Brooke, trying to study something about her friend. She shrugged and said, "You know… I thought the same of Pierre too. I mean, do you remember how we met? He was such an insufferable and arrogant jerk. And ugh, how he grates on my nerves! But now… he's not so bad, actually. Sure, he can get irritating, but not so much."
They paused in thought, and after a while, nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, I remember." Raven heaved a sigh before adding, "I have never seen you so bothered by a guy before."
"Weston tells me that he has been much more open than when they first met too." Serena nodded.
Brooke then said offhandedly, "Pierre isn't like these two buffoons I know, so. Whatever you're trying to say, darlin', well…it's not applicable."
December raised a brow at Brooke, and so did Raven and Serena. From the stubborn glint in her eyes, they could tell that she knew more than she let on. She nodded. "I'm just saying that maybe there's more to how a person portrays themselves. Jet's funny and I think you're both similar too." She looked at her pointedly.
Brooke, if anything, looked aghast. "We're nothing alike. If anything, he's just an annoying neighbor friend whose parents colluded with mine because they want us to look after each other. That's it."
"Sure, just give it time." Raven muttered softly while restraining the urge to roll her eyes.
"Did you say something?" Brooke deadpanned.
Raven knew better than to take the bait. She shook her head, her eyes wide with innocence. "Nothing."
When Brooke looked away, December, Raven, and Serena shared knowing glances.
"So," December piped up, "We're going to hunt our prom dress this Saturday?"
"Yup. I can't wait." Raven said eagerly, her hands clasped in delight.
Brooke yawned, already feeling the beckoning of her bed. "Lucky you, I have two hunts to deal with."
Serena pointed out, "We know an option."
"Option denied." Brooke waved off her hand at that, ignoring the snickers in the room before adding with in a sleepy voice, "You know what? I'm gonna go and take a nap. See you in 16 hours if I'm sleeping the day away."
December chuckled at yesterday's memory. They had talked about more than just dresses but it had been fun.
They also may be right. Ever since she started going out with Zach, she felt lighter. She was changing; perhaps it was Zach, or her friends, or maybe…it was everything in between, but she felt as though nothing could take this feeling away from her. Sometimes she still couldn't believe how they had happened – she feared that one day she would wake up and find that it was all a dream – but other times she just wanted things to stay the way they are.
After that incident with Karen, December hadn't seen much of the girl around school, and while relieved, she was also apprehensive in not knowing when Karen would be pulling her next stunt again. What happened that day was a whole new level of bullying from Karen.
She hated it. She had always wanted to get back at her, even back then, to bring her to the face of justice. December hated that she didn't have enough courage to do that, to stop these ill treatments she received regardless whether it was a verbal taunting or not. Bullying was still bullying, and she knew that she had had enough with this.
The strength and sudden bravery that embraced her body felt like a dream – a fragile sensation or fleeting feeling that she was afraid to lose. She knew, though, that it wasn't the imagination, rather her determination to change the situation as well as her patience that was running out.
Every now and then, the memories of what happened resurfaced, and she'd feel the humiliation and anger washing over her at the situation.
She deserved to be treated better, and that's that.
Serena and Weston were still trying to get the footage from the company they knew, and despite her easygoing demeanour, she was inwardly nervous whether or not they would get it.
She shook her head, casting away thoughts that reminded her of the unpleasant situation. Her direction had been towards the second wing, where the archery arena would be at. Between everything else that happened in her life, she hadn't been able to spare some time for the sport. This notion came to mind immediately when she realised how low her stamina had been when she couldn't handle boxes of ornaments.
Such a lazy girl, her mind reprimanded.
"I'm not even going to deny that." She muttered to herself. "But first, I'm going to get some snacks and an ice cream."
With those thoughts in mind and a change of step in that direction, December hoped the rest of the day would continue to be kind to her.
On the other side of the wing stood a girl who had a contemplative look about her. She held a phone against her ear, listening to the caller with a frown on her pretty face. She glanced at both sides, hoping no one saw her. Despite standing out of sight at the corner in a building that's mostly empty during class hours, she didn't want to risk being caught by people she knew.
The girl looked troubled before she huffed impatiently.
"The plan is still in motion and I have done the best I can. Is it not enough?"
She could practically see the arrogant look on the caller's face as they said, "Nothing is ever enough, not until victory is on our side. You must do everything to make our plan go smoothly. Remember," She could see them looking at her pointedly. "We're in this together. If word comes out that he knows we're here…."
Everything may just fall apart. The unspoken reminder rang in mind. She sighed in frustration – she really didn't need that reminder taunting her.
As if I could ever forget that. She rolled her eyes in annoyance at the caller's impertinent tone. If you wanted a favour, at least be courteous about it.
"I know. Don't worry about it."
Even from miles away, their soft laughter left a chill over her and she resist the urge to rub off her arms.
"I'll hold you to that." They said before clearing their throat. She could hear the smile in their voice when they continued, "As long as he's on our side, everything will be just fine."
The call ended and she had the urge to put a dent in something. The last plan was almost a success but some things happened and she never got to put her main intention in action.
There was now a determined glint in her eyes. I won't give up, she thought silently.
She looked out from between the stone pillars that complement the arch hallway; there was a lake not far away.
She held back an empty smile. She had no time to appreciate her surroundings when there was so much to do.
It must have been close to another period since she left class, and she figured she had been away long enough for her to return back. Stepping out of the alcove, she made to turn towards the direction she came from when she halted her steps and froze.
The colour drained from her face and her heart thumped loudly at the thought that she had been heard.
By the look on his face, it seemed that she had.
She just had to be found by the one person whom was the center of the plans.
"Pierre! What…what are you doing here?"
Pierre was glad that he had free period right now. He didn't know how much longer he could stand hearing the old lecturer droning about formulas and equations in a dull tone.
Hell, he was surprised he managed to not fall asleep in class.
Regardless, he was looking forward to the hours of solitude. Maybe he could sleep for a while before his next class starts, or he could find that garden and enjoy the peaceful surrounding while he draw something.
Unbidden, his thought echoed a name.
He frowned, not understanding why he was suddenly thinking about her. Almost instantly, the frown eased away when he thought of how he met her there in the gardens.
Yeah, that has to be why I thought of her.
A smile graced Pierre's lips, something that only his friends now get to see, instead of the entire student body. Thus, that was why one student faltered in her steps when she looked upon him, face in disbelief and etched in slight fear.
If Pierre saw that, he didn't think anything of it as he walked towards his dorm.
Upon reaching the room, he walked in only to see Oliver, Caleb, and Blake lounging in the room; Caleb and Blake playing a video game he had seen too many times to even ask, eyes fixated on the huge LCD installed on the wall, and Oliver preoccupied with his phone on his bed.
He raised an amused brow at the scene before him.
A few weeks ago Oliver had moved into his room which he shared with Jethro and Weston. He didn't think it would be possible considering how other rooms had the two-tenant policy – well, three for rare occasions which included him – but apparently the school could allow one more student into their room. On the day Pierre, Weston, and Jethro were called to the office, they were informed that their room was one of the huge ones – more spacious than the slightly average sized room – therefore, they would need to situate one more student in it due to a maintenance issue.
They hadn't minded much, actually because their room had been one of the largest ones in the dorms.
He had been curious as to whom would be their roommate, and both Jethro and Weston had joked that they might have to expand their room soon to accommodate more students. But they welcomed the addition, and he was surprised to find out that it was Oliver.
According to Oliver, his room was the only few to accommodate one person, but it was one of the farthest room from the rest, and they decided to turn it into a maintenance closet.
Oliver glanced and greeted him.
Blake and Caleb looked up briefly before resuming their game.
"Hey, man." Caleb said, eyes not leaving the game.
Blake stated, "Hey, I hope you don't mind us crashing your place."
From the back on the bed, Oliver let out a soft chuckle and Caleb sighed to Pierre, "He's already said that to Oliver, Jethro, and Weston. I swear, this dude can be the meanest quarterback on field but he has the most impeccable manner outside. I'm surprised he's not with anyone yet."
"Yeah? Well, I'm surprised why you're not with anyone yet. I heard you've got some love confession today." Blake retorted with a mischievous grin.
Both Pierre and Oliver glanced at one another before saying, "How many?"
To their delight, Caleb's cheeks were slightly flushed. "Three, but I had to say no," before he mumbled almost dejectedly, "None of them were from Karen."
Pierre set his bag on the bed before loosening his tie. He didn't understand Caleb's fixation on the girl, actually. Sure, he could admit Karen was beautiful but there was just something about her that seemed superficial, and it rubbed him the wrong way. At first glance, no one would think that, but after talking to her a few times, he wondered why he felt that way, and that unlike other hot blooded males at the academy, he didn't feel remotely attracted to her.
He frowned again, when a brief image of snowy white hair, sharp blue eyes and bright smile at the garden flashed his mind.
Pierre closed his eyes to get rid of that image. He knew who he had just thought of – after all, there was only a person he knows whose hair was silvery white, and eyes so blue he thought she could see his soul for a moment. But he wondered why of all girls, he had to imagine her instead?
December…no, he reasoned. Sure, I like her but…not in that way. We're friends, he thought vehemently.
"You should be grateful someone thinks you're a charming arse, Caleb." Pierre let out a small laugh and shook his head.
"Hear, hear." Blake laughed, fingers vigorously pressed on the controller buttons. "She's got that fling with Harvey Janson anyway, from the swim team since the party, and when I saw them at the café, they're still at it, so tough luck, bro."
"Karen… the head cheerleader?" Oliver mused before adding, "I heard she's got some issues with the girls."
"Don't they all?" Caleb asked, and groaned when he lost the game.
"No, I don't think all girls have issues with each other." Blake gave Caleb a look before shaking his head. Then, he added, "Another round?"
"No thanks. I'm beat." Caleb muttered, as he gathered his things and stuffed it in the bag, with Blake shrugging then following suit.
"Where did you hear that?" Pierre asked offhandedly. He was shirtless now, skin lightly tanned, and arms lean but toned which suggested that he did not neglect to take care of his physique. Even so, Pierre didn't think he had done enough activities since coming to the academy. There was their usual P.E, where he would either do laps or play basketball with the guys, but that was it.
Then, his thoughts wondered to the club he joined; archery. Since the time he was introduced to them all, there hadn't been much activities besides practice, which he had tried several times. When he thought he was getting better at it, he would always mess something up. Frustrated, he gave up for the day.
Maybe I could try doing that again. With no one there to watch me, I think I'll do better.
Oliver shrugged. "Class."
"Maybe it's just gossip. What does it have to do with us? Nothing." Caleb yawned before slinging his bag over the shoulder and walked out the door.
"Don't mind that idiot. See you guys later." Blake waved before heading out.
Pierre nodded before slipping on a navy blue t-shirt, and set his things on his study table.
"Are you going to hit the shower?" Oliver asked as he looked up at Pierre, fingers fiddling with his phone.
Pierre shook his head. "Later. I'll do that once I get some practice at the arena. How are you settling in this room?" He eyed Oliver's phone, his face lighting up and the way he pressed at the keypad furiously. "And who are you texting?"
A grin broke out on Oliver's face as he looked at Pierre. "It's great. This room is thrice the size of my own down the hall and I'm lucky you guys have been welcoming enough."
Pierre laid down on his bed, but a smile was on his face. "No problem. We're friends, aren't we?"
Oliver chuckled. "Thanks, man. I'm texting Piper, by the way."
"The lass who dared you to go home?" His brow furrowed, wondering if this was the same girl whom he met during the night he and December called truce.
"Yeah, that's the one." He laughed a little and Pierre hid a smile at his friend's excitement. While Oliver and Piper did go on a date, they decided to stay friends first. Pierre thought that was a good idea. "She's asking if I wanted to catch a movie with Jasmine and Isaac. Want to come with us?"
Only if December comes too.
"What the fuck?" He muttered and shot up, brows furrowed again. He was confused yet also frustrated at having thoughts about December.
Maybe he should hang out with her often. He nodded to himself, thinking he probably just missed seeing her reactions and annoying her sometimes.
"What?" Oliver raised a brow in bewilderment.
"Nothing. I'm going to sleep for a wee bit." He said, laying back down, his eyes heavy as exhaustion took over his body.
"Alright. Later, Pierre." Oliver said before exiting the room, his voice sounding distant as Pierre succumbed to his sleep.
An hour later, Pierre walked through the halls of the second building, heading towards the archery arena. Their club room wasn't that far from their practice area and upon reaching the arena floor, he thought he heard a low voice murmuring somewhere in the hallway.
Pierre stopped in his tracks, wondering what it was. The second building never seemed so populated or lively like the main one did and even though he was starting to get accustomed, things like this made him think he'd never get used to it.
There was hardly any students walking about in this hour of the day since classes for most were still ongoing. In a few rooms at a distance, he could hear some music and sound being tuned, and then jovial laughter. At that, Pierre felt himself feeling relieved. It's just people talking. The sound of that and nature, a distant waterfall of a fountain gushing and birds chirping made him feel less alone.
Pierre walked on a short flight of stairs that leads to the lower floor, but then he stopped in his tracks at what he was hearing.
It can't be. What is she doing in this quiet place?
There was a female voice murmuring into a phone, impatient yet exhausted – one that sounded foreign but he thought he recognised it. After all, the hint of accent was already a giveaway, but Pierre told himself that she could also just be another international student.
His brows furrowed as he processed them. When curiosity ate at him, he decided to step forward, and he knew he startled her when she jumped and snapped her gaze at him.
He didn't think he would be right and he raised his eyebrow at her.
Katya looked startled and he thought she looked a little pale, too.
"Pierre! What…what are you doing here?"
"Funny, that's what I want to ask you too. I didn't think you'd be at this place." He put his hands in his pockets, briefly glancing at the small alcove where she must have been and brought his gaze on his cousin. "Who were you talking to?" Noticing her still pale expression, he couldn't help his concern, "Are you alright?"
Her lips made to move but there were no words. But then her calm and composed mask slipped into place, an air of indifference about her as she shrugged, as though she hadn't been distressed.
"It's…yes, everything's alright, Pierre. Don't worry about me." Katya told him in her smooth voice.
She couldn't meet his eyes, however, and although they hadn't been in contact for several years, some traits still stayed the same, and a small part of him was glad for that.
But it also meant that she had just lied to him.
Immediately, Pierre felt his defense kicking in. What is she hiding? Does it have something to do with father? At another thought which brought him briefly back to the night where things began to unravel for him, he thought it might have something to do with his mother.
He studied her; pale and weary. They were the same age yet she looked a little older in that moment, and this was a different image from the jolly, mischievous girl whom would always find a way to get him and his twin into trouble when they were little. He didn't have any sisters, and even though they were cousins, she was like one to him.
"You're not very good at lying, sestra." Pierre said quietly, his gaze still on her. "There's too many lies already. Does this have something to do with my father again?"
Katya seemed shocked that Pierre was onto her, and that he could still read her. Even more so that he had called her sister even after years being apart. She thought she had built an ice fortress around her heart after all these years, but turns out she wasn't so tough now. Katya tried to ignore the tug at her heart at being called that.
It meant that she was still family to him.
And they had just started reconciling, although Maksimillian was being stubborn about it.
But she wondered if Pierre would still consider her family if she told him what they were really doing in San Francisco.
She bit her lip in frustration. It was too soon for him to know, especially since she hadn't exactly figured out what the next move would be, despite what she said on the phone. The dinner had only been the first step in the plan.
Pierre was right, however, and that much she knew as their dinner came to mind several nights ago.
And the more he looked at her, the harder it was to keep it in. She'd make a terrible spy and an easy target, and she hated that she still finds it hard to keep a straight face when it comes to telling the truth.
Well, I was told to do what I can to make it happen, so maybe this meeting is a good thing.
She sighed, dreading this moment, yet eager to be rid of her burden too. Leaning against the wall, she said, "Quite, yes. I was talking to Parker. And…well, we're here for a reason actually."
If possible, Pierre's dark brows furrowed deeper and he looked extremely menacing. It felt bizarre to Katya that this was her cousin, the boy who had once been known to their family as the 'never ending sun'; always bright, tireless and all laughter. Maksimillian had been different too, hesitant but curious and eager, and he would follow Pierre everywhere they go. They both would.
But looking at him now reminded her that she didn't know this Pierre, yet he didn't completely feel lost to her.
"What do you mean, Katya?" He took his hands out of the pockets and crossed his arms. He didn't know when they had switched to Russian but it felt natural again since he hadn't spoken it since dinner. Having them in his life now changed not only that, but everything that he knew too, but Pierre feared there may be something else he didn't know. "And what about Parker?"
"Well," She started, a bit hesitant which was unlike her character from how she portrayed herself at school, before adding, "This will take a while. Shall we move somewhere?" She looked hopeful.
When he shook his head, she sighed. So much for stalling. "Alright, that night we had you over for dinner, when you found out that dyadya, your father, kept secrets from you, we wanted to tell you something else too."
A sense of dread washed through him. A flash of memory brought him back to the night he found out the deception on his father's part. And his family had been torn apart by it. Although he believed them, he also needed to hear it from his father too, and soon he would get to it.
But for now, the realisation of what had happened to them all still left a bitter taste in his mouth. That night had been a nightmare to him.
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