"It's written in the 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬, Luke. We're not meant to be together."
"I say fuck the starts, 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬."
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 the daughter
of nemesis falls for the bad
guy, 𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 luke
castellan created his own
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"VEE, COME ON. WE have to go. We only got a few miles left." My dad hurried me, pulling my hand. We had to stop for a bathroom break.
And I pout trying to defend myself, from our earlier conversation, "I promise it wasn't my fault! That fu-" My father gave me a look and I apologised before continuing, "It's that foxing girl's fault. I was reading and then she started bothering me! Next thing I know, she tried to eat me!"
"I know, Vanessa, I know." He said getting into our car. I look at him confused, pulling my seatbelt on too, "You do? You believe me?"
I knew how that sounded. When I was younger saying these things normal. But at fourteen? Wait, what if it's reverse psychology or something?
"Where are we going? You still haven't told me," I ask, pulling on my headphones and Walkman again. I never went anywhere without it and a book. So next, I pull out my Pride and Prejudice book by Jane Austin.
I didn't really understand half of the said words, but when the movie came out last year I started to obsess over it. Like every teenage girl with good taste.
"So, where are we going? Another trip?" I asked, not being able to hide my excitement at the thought.
He glanced at me for a second, I knitted my brows when I saw his eyes. They were sad, why was he sad? Was it because I got kicked out of another school? He never was sad, only disappointed. Which was sometimes worse.
"I'm taking you to a camp. Camp Half Blood. Does the name say anything to you?"
I looked at him sceptically, putting in my Cranberries CD on my Walkman. "Other than that it sounds like they possibly sacrifice children? Nope."
Dad sighed, "Remember what I told you about mom?"
"Yeah." Mom was a touchy subject, for the both of us.
For me... I always wanted a mom. Everyone else had one, why couldn't I? As I got older I realised that dad was still, fully, unconditionally and completely in love with her. Even though he hadn't seen her since I was born probably.
"Well, your mom is a... Goddess."
I raise one of my brows at him, "Dad, I know you still love her or something, but you haven't seen her in a while and people age during a decade-"
Dad suddenly stopped the car, making my eyes almost pop out of their sockets of shock, "Dad?!"
He ran a hand through his hair, "No, Vee, your mother is a Goddess."
"I think we covered that part already?"
"Venessa."
"What? Okay, so my absent mother is a Goddess, whatever." I say, rolling my eyes, but they quickly focus of something in the review mirror.
