White Roses

Chapter Five: What the Hell are Dryads?

WriterActress: Hello people! I'm getting my wisdom teeth ripped out of my mouth soon so I don't know when I'll be able to update again. 

Thanks for all the reads and comments guys! It means a lot that people like this story so much because this story is my baby.

Again, I have this novel done and am working on a second installment right now. Actually, I'm almost finished.

Anyway, on with the chapter!  

Song for this chapter: 

Monster by Paramore 

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Chapter Five: 

What the hell are Dryads?!  

A week passed.... and it sucked. 

I mean, on a scale of one to ten it landed exactly on a twenty. I put up with Zack and Alex’s apologies about the whole Cooper thing that bugged me. It kept nagging at me because he called me his best friend. Those words stung. They dug into my mind and made me want to hit him because everyone else had been able to figure out that I thought of him as more. 

I got a test in every subject. And worse, Drake wouldn’t help me cheat on it. Hey, I might as well use my stupid sight for something, right? But no, he let me suffer. Some protector!  

Mr. Whiteman went on his derange director mode which consisted of his purple face, lots of yelling, and him being on the edge of a nervous breakdown. 

Faeries began following me or asking me for favors. The oddest moment was when a handsome faerie boy with blue skin came up to me in a knight in shinning armor outfit. He grabbed my hand and kissed it and instantly I wanted to jump on him. Drake pulled on my hair so hard that he yanked some of it out. I got annoyed, but it snapped me out of whatever spell the stupid faerie tried to put me under. He laughed and whispered, “What a prince!” 

The wolf got better slowly and he was nice to talk to from time to time. He liked getting his ears scratched and he loved soft kisses. He told me bits about the Spirit world. He said it was a place that all humans and faeries went after they die. What they did in that form was up to them. He said if a human soul was guilt ridden then they would suffer in whatever way they saw fit. 

The Rebecca thing bothered me a little bit, but I didn’t see her for the rest of the school week. Neither fox girl. Drake still didn’t tell me anything about that fox geshia and that got on my nerves real quick, but he sort of grew on me. Like he was a fungus and I couldn’t get rid of him, or a cancer that grew under my skin and no matter how much radiation I used, he wouldn’t leave. Or better yet, he’s probably more like a flesh eating virus. 

Like most faeries, Drake was sensitive to iron and chemicals, but religious items or odd tricks like throwing salt over my shoulder didn’t deter him. The only time that sort of trick worked was on smaller weaker faeries that didn’t belong to a court. Being in a court gave Drake and some other faeries protection, but there were some faeries that didn’t need a court for protection or power. I had a feeling that Drake and the fox girl fit under this rule, but Drake’s loyalty stayed with the queen of the Lunae Lux court. 

I also kept thinking about the purple-haired faerie from my childhood. The memory of his face was mainly blurred like someone spilled water on the ink and the ink spread like crazy, distorting the image. I couldn’t figure out why his court would want to come into the humanworld, but I guessed it wasn’t good. Faeries hated the humanworld and only came out to annoy or get something.