Hidden Flame: Bound to the Triplet Dragon Kings
Chapter 11: Shattered Dreams
Avery
1 quickly showered, mentally prepping myself for making breakfast The Trio. To my surprise, I ddn’t hear them yelling for me or banging on my wall. Weird, so I looked at the clock. It’s the normal me too. I waited another fifteen minutes, but I still heard silence. I exit my room, listening for sounds to give me any hints at they are awake. I hear music coming from Cassius’s room, video game noises from Conner’s room, and the morning news from Clint’s room. They are obviously awake, I shrug and start walking to school.
Walking with my head down, I bump into a very large and firm body Mmm, sorry,” I mumble.
The door in front of me is pushed open. A gruff voice that I know says, “Just go, Avery,”
My eyes bug out of my head, but I keep it down as I walk past Cassian. There is no way that my dream of The Trio being nice to me and everyone in the school looking at me as if I am a supermodel would come true. Fairytales do not exist. Dreams about The Trio wanting me and my life changing is another such outlandish fairytale. I propelled myself to my locker only to stop dead in my tracks. There right in front of me sprawled acrossed my locker in bole huge red letters is the words ‘DIRTY SLUT. This is likely the work of the Haity Hags, but it could have been the Tria too for all I know.
I put in the combination to open my vandalized locker, only to be splattered with red paint. Great, just fucking great, Not only was my face red with a combination of fury and embarrassment but so were all of my clothes. I take in a breath only to let go in a huge sigh as my shoulders slump. Proof that my dream was a fairytale. I slink and slither like the disgusting slime that I am to our headmaster’s office. I knocked lightly on Mr. Gray’s, the headmaster’s, door.
Mr. Gray, who is a very tall and burly man with grey hair and glasses, opened the door. His eyes scanned me with concern, “Avery, who did this to you?
I shake my head, no doubt splattering red paint everywhere, “No, I don’t know who did this, and I do not care. May I be excused for the day?”
He nods solemnly, “Yes, Avery. Go, and if you need tomorrow off too, you can call m
me.”
I told him thank you as I proceeded out of the front doors. On my way, I run into Conner and Clint who abruptly separate, allowing me to effortlessly pass. I inwardly laugh because it was like Moses parting the seas.
Clint
As my brother and I were going into the school Avery was coming out smothered in red paint. I know that Avery would not do this to herself, so who did this to her? Part of me does not care, but another part of me does. That part of me that cares is my dragon, Carter. But why does he care? She’s a human. Yes, she is assigned to es but we have no claim on her other than her employment which we can’t terminate until after graduation. In one hundred and seventy–eight school days from today, we will be rid of Avery.
I passed by Avery’s locker on the way to my first class. The headmaster had two of our four janitors trying to remove all of the red paint while he supervised. If I didn’t know that all of the red splatters was paint. I would assume that someone was murdered. I dodge the pools of red on the floor too. Do I like Avery? No, but Lat east tolerate her, as does Conner. Cassius though, I do fear that he could accidentally kill Avery one day. Both Cassius and Ashe get angry so easily.
The day passed quickly especially since I had half of the cheerleaders following me around. When I went into Mrs. Moore’s class, Avery was not there. I had the whole station to myself. The task she handed out is due Friday. We are to show all of the preparations that go into a Grand Ceremony and then describe the setting for the announcement of the mate bond as well as cook a dish that would be served at such a venue. I don’t even know where to begin, so I will just give it to Avery when I get home after practice.
Avery
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Chapter 11: Shattered Dreams
After I made it safely to the place, I ran to my room, I stripped off jumped into the shower. It took five washes to get all of the paint skin is red and hurts, but at least the paint is gone. I don’t know If phone and research how to remove oil–based paint from fabric. It sa spots, but me keeping it in a plastic bag helped keep most of it wet,
of my clothes and put them into a plastle bag. Then I of my hair and off my body. I had to scrub hard too. Now my can save my clothes, but I will try. Once dressed, I get out my that it is best to try when it is still wet. It did dry in a few
I rinsed my clothes with cold water in my sink. Some of the paint washed away, but some still remained, so I tried using a towel to soak up some of the paint. I can’t use paint thinner because it would stain more or eat a hole in the fabric plus I would have to use it in a well–ventilated area, I was able to remove most of the paint, one stubborn area remained. I remember from my chemistry class that non–acetone nail polish remover will soften the bond that the acrylic paint has to the fabric. I start at the outside of each stained area and work my way inside. This keeps the stain from spreading and also helps me stay focused.
Once I had restored my clothes to their rightful state, I hung them ser my shower door to allow them to dry. If my clothes are stain–free once they dry, I will put them in the washer later. Now, I will try to enjoy the next few hours before The Trio gets home from practice and disrupts my peace.
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