His Nymph Mate

Chapter 5

When I wake up, something dark covers my face. I scream, jumping up from out of my... chair? The thing flutters off my face. Oh, it was my homework. Why am I so dumb sometimes? The paper lands on my desk, where all my other homework is spread out, thankfully complete.

I pack it all up, and put into my bag. Today's Friday, meaning the weekend is just around the corner!

"Sera? You okay?" Jace calls from downstairs.

"Uh, yeah," I holler, embarrassed that I screamed at my homework.

I go to shower, afterwards putting on some jeans and a band shirt. My hair is so messed up from sleeping on my desk last night, I have to leave it out, but not before managing to tame most of it. It covers my ears, making my face hot. Oh, how I wish my hair was straight.

I run downstairs, going to the kitchen. Jace is at the table, eating cereal.

"Hey, Sera. Quinn's coming to take you to school," he says.

"Okay?"

Why's Quinn being so friendly? After what happened before I didn't expect him to be so kind.

Jace left out the cereal, so I go and make some for myself, putting it away when I'm done.

As soon as I finish eating, someone honks outside.

"Oh, that's Quinn. Bye, Jace!" I shout, before walking over to the door.

"Bye, Sera! Be careful!" He hollers.

I nod, opening the door. Quinn waits in front of my house. I walk over to his car, shyly getting into the passenger side.

"Thanks, by the way," I mumble, going to look out the window.

"No problem, Angel."

We drive to school in silence, when suddenly, Quinn turns to me.

"Sera? Have you seen anyone strange lately?" He asks.

My eyebrows scrunch in confusion.

"Strange? How?"

"Just, not right."

"No. Why?"

He shakes his head, parking in a space at school.

"Nothing. So, tell me, what's your favorite color?"

"Huh?"

"What's your favorite color?" He repeats.

"Uh, black," I answer slowly.

Like my soul, I mentally joke, quoting one of my friends from my old home.

He beams, nodding.

"Interesting. Favorite food?"

"If marshmallows were a real food, then those. I love marshmallows!"

He chuckles.

"Hobbies?"

"I love to draw, walk out into the woods, and listen to music," I say, motioning to my band shirt.

He smiles, nodding.

"I noticed. Which do you prefer: cats or dogs?" He asks, his blue eyes sparkling with a secret joke.

"Dogs. I love the cute little teacup ones especially! So fragile and adorable!"

He frowns for a second.

"Though, I do like big dogs too. I honestly like them all. But my favorite animals are wolves."

Then his frown disappears a gleam enters his eyes.