☆ 𝗔 𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗦 : what if the child was a teenager/YA throughout the show duration and not at season 5?
After the death of her mother, 17 y/o Deena Salée rummage through her mother's things for answers. She dis...
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𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋, tossing the strap over her shoulder. Tugging free her curls spilt in a middle-part, gelled back into a low ponytail, she reached for her wrapped plate of assorted baked goodies. It was bake day in Home Ed. Each period, every class had a hand in continuing what the last class left off on, and Mr. Kumar wrote passes so every student could come back either during the last ten minutes of their last period or after school to grab a plate. Deena left during last period.
Down the crowded hall, Erik walked in a group of his old friends playing around and wanting detailed adventures studying abroad. He had already been popular before the curse took place, but after...And it's not like studying abroad was anything special; most who attended St. Love Academy were from wealthy influential families who'd vacay every summer in Morocco and winter in Greenland. But it's Erik. Everyone was interested in him.
Also, Erik's 7th period wasn't down this hallway. Or on this side of the building.
When Deena realized he was heading in this direction for whatever reason regarding her, she turned on her heel and sped away. In the opposite direction. It hadn't been that long since that night. Since revealing they were mates, destined to be together. She needed time. Time to digest and time to figure out what it meant to her. Whether her feelings were fabricated to uphold her ancestor's lineage, or if any of it was real. And now with her mother's return on top of many factors, the bond was the least of her worries.
...But still managed to outweigh and remain on top.
As Deena pushed open the heavy glass doors of students rushing to exit, her feet halted at the steps and her heart sank. There, leaning against his most precious black sports car was her father. Dressed in his usual v-neck shirt and dark jeans, with his arms crossed, eyeing each student exiting. As if sensing her presence, his gaze lifted and he had the nerve to smile like nothing happened. Like he hadn't lied to her for an entire year.
