"𝐖𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐭."
This is the second installment of my Theodore Nott fanfic. You don't have to read Love and War, there will be a summ...
Ϟ꒦❦❝─Then what should I call you? Cupcake? Sweet Tart? Princess? My queen?─❞❦꒦ϟ
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Theodore walked Lizzie to her classes for the next week and a half. He had to make sure that she wasn’t going to get hurt by his brother.
He trusted her of course to keep her promise but something told him that his brother would try anything to get a moment of them two alone.
Lizzie on the other hand knew that something was up with Theo, and she knew it started with his brother.
She was very curious to figure out why he would even tell her not to talk to Alexander. She also knew that sometime this week she would need to talk to Elijah Black.
And that scared her. Who the hell was he? How had she never met him before? Was he her cousin? Brother?
Anything possibility she could think of made her wonder. She had to find out. She knew that it was the only way to get her answers.
She also knew that it would be hard to do that with Theo watching her like a hawk ever since the new students arrived in this school. She could tell that he wasn’t sharing things with her, and that he was keeping many secrets.
She just had to figure out what.
“Lizzie, are you even listening?” Theo’s abrupt stop made her jump out of her thoughts. She immediately stopped with him, furrowing her brows. “Are you listening?”
“Yeah,” she blatantly lied.
Theo raised an eyebrow, his eyes studying hers. He squinted his eyes at her and crossed his arms. She tried to play it off with an obvious fake smile, hoping that he would realize that she wasn’t listening.
“I don’t like being lied to, love,” he said, and took a step towards her. Her fake smile dropped. She looked at the ground, holding her books tighter to herself.
“I’m sorry,” she told him.
She still had her glaze on the ground. He looked at her and noticed her nervousness making him more suspicious of what she was thinking about. He took a big step forward, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into him.
