This story is about a girl in a world of magic. And there's a few guys keeping and eye on her. She's caring, loyal, honest, and helpful.
You'll enjoy this if you it!
I woke up, as usual. I was in my bed, and Jake was sleeping at my work desk.
I laughed at the sight, but it hurt. I had a head that felt like my brain was being poked, my lips were dry, my entire body was sore.
As I sat up making sure I was wearing something. I was in my yoga shorts and a sports bra.
My arms and back was tingly, and looked dark so I flicked on the lights, knowing Jake wasn't going to wake up. I scooted the rolling chair to the other side of the room.
Examining my body in the mirror. I had the family crest on my arm.
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It was a blue dragon.
I touched it, it hurt, I wonder why.
The fuck is this!! Mom doesn't have one....I think. Gawd!
Sometimes I hate being a mage, but I was given this life cause I was strong enough to live it.
I layed don't and went back to sleep. I woke up again around 11a.
I looked at the chair and Jake wasn't in it. So, I got up and went down stairs and to the kitchen.
I went in the fridge and pulled out the box of muffins my mom leaves me every morning.
I made coffee, finally turning around to see Jake sitting at the table. "Eeek!" I squeaked. "Seriously?" He said smiling.
"DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO DYE YOUR FUCKING HAIR?!" I asked a bit seriously.
"Hm?" He said confused, pulling his hair out of his manbun. He pulled in front of his face.
"WHY THE HELL IS MY HAIR WHITE!" He looked at me. I rolled my eyes taking a picture.
"It's not white it's bleach blonde." I said handing him my phone. "Oh!" Was all he could say before laughing.
"Hey, now I almost look like that guys from the fanfic your already reading!" He said smiling his ass off.
I giggled "Nope, you look nothing like Victor." I said laughing at his pouty face.
"I love you no matter your looks." I say. Woah you didn't blush! I thought has I gave my mind a mental high five.
I loved it when he smiled. "How long was I out?" I asked him. It seemed like when I said 'How' he knew it. His radiant smile was once again a slope.
A frown. He looked down, at the cup in his hands which was barely steaming.
"A month and a half." He said seriously I'm a deep, stern voice. One, I had never heard or dared him to take tone in again.
"I'm worried, and concerned about you Rayne. The day you past out, In the school the paramedics came and got you."
He stopped. I walked over to him and leaned against him to calm him. He grasped my hand, his was soft, warm.
"I was with you the whole ride there, they put you in a room and tested. They drew your blood, scanned your DNA, checked your heartbeat, cat-scanned your body."
He stopped and his voice started to break.
"They couldn't find anything wrong from the start. I sat in there for a week, waiting for results...and there was nothing."
He was crying streams of grief, pain, ache, and worry. He was hurt.
We took a deep breath. "Then, they woke your mom, they told her take you home and they didn't find anything." He sniffled.
"At that moment...I thought....I thought I was going to lose you." He said sternly.
I held his hand as if he was going to leave. "I've been sitting, up there, in that chair, Until today, not eating I'd only drink water which I still half assed. It only reminded me of you." He said looked up thoughtfully.
It was then that I noticed he was growing a mustache and beard. I kissed him. "I'll never leave you!" I said.
"There's one more thing Rayne." He said as we broke the kiss. "And what's that I asked questioning.
"Your other power, it's complexity. That's why you can control things with your mind, and move things without a touch."
"So, it's not common?" I asked worried. "No, it's rare." I heard his mind say.
"What's the date?!" I ask realizing its a late response. "It's March 1st." He says almost spitting up all the coffee he just chugged.
I laughed, cause he was trying to laugh. "Be careful!" Was all I could think of saying.
Okay, tell me if you liked this chapter. I'm happy I got past 520 words this time.
School needs to kill itself, it's not helping. I'm sorry if this is still short, I'm trying.
I think I'll try a 2,000 worded chapter again. Thank you all for reading, love you.😘😍😝💖💘💖💘❤ okay, good bye.