Chapter 20 Unexpected Revtion
Chapter 20 Unexpected Revtion
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Tessa and I were getting ready for the day, but I could already feel a <b>wave </b>of dread washing over me. For <b>the </b>past few days, Rowan had been pestering me about having sex with him<b>. </b>
“Are you going to agree to it?” Tessa asked, raising an eyebrow. I turned to her at an almost <b>astronomical </b>speed before shaking
my head emphatically.
“It’s absolutely preposterous to even consider. I’m not going to <b>have </b>sex with Rowan, much less let him knot me. I don’t <b>think </b>we need to go that far to elevate our presentation,” I replied firmly.
“Yeah, I understand what you’re saying,” she chuckled lightly, herughter a smallfort. “But honestly, I don’t think he’ll stop anytime soon, so let’s brainstorm so
some alternative ways to enhance our presentation.”
“Oh, <b>and </b>speaking <b>of </b>distractions, do you <b>want </b>to go to that party tonight<b>?</b>” Tessa asked, her tone bright and hopeful.
I turned to her, furrowing my brows in confusion. “Party?”
“Hmmm, I heard it’s a weing party for all the freshmen<b>, </b>and it’ll be held in one of the Elite Mansions,” she exined, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
I pursed my lips, my mind racing with reluctance. That was thest ce I wanted to be.
“Umm, is it required?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
Tessa paused <b>for </b>a moment, studying my expression before her eyes lit up <b>with </b>an idea, coaxing me into considering it.
“Tessa,” I groaned. “I’m really not a party person.
“Neither am I,” Tessa admitted, her tone softening. “But <b>can </b>we please just go <b>this </b>once? I’ve heard there will be opportunities to earn points.”
I blew air into my cheeks <b>and </b><b>sank </b>onto the bed, contemting. “Is it sleeping with the Alphas and other high–<b>ranking </b><b>men</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
Tessa scratched the back of her neck nervously. “<b>That’s </b>certainly a possibility, but I think some teachers will be there too. They might give out points on a whim.”
“I don’t know.” I mutiered,
still unsure.
Tessa pursed her lips thoughtfully. “Is there any way for me to convince you to go!”
My silence served <b>as </b>an answer, and I could see her shoulders slump in defeat. With a resigned <b>sigh</b>, she settled down on her bed and began scrolling through her phone. We still had some time before our first ss, so <b>there </b><b>was </b>no <b>rush </b><b>just </b>yet.
Suddenly. Tessa stood with <b>a </b><b>loud gasp</b>, diverting my attention <b>back </b>to her. Concern crept into my voice as <b>I </b><b>asked</b>, “Oh my goodness. What’s <b>wrong</b>?”
“<b>You </b>didn’t tell me you tried
Silver Quill!” she <b>eximed</b>, her eyes wide <b>with </b>excitement.
“Oh,” 1 muttered, remembering back “Yeah, I was pulled in by some <b>guy</b>–<b>Fort</b>, I <b>think</b>.”
“It’s one of the most dificuli clubs to get into!” she eximed. “That’s why the <b>line </b><b>isn’t </b>too long–<b>most </b>people know that no matter how <b>sinart </b>they are, those who get into <b>Silver </b>Quill are practically untouchable.
“They only ept twenty students per year,” she added, nodding with a serious <b>expression</b>.
I nodded in agreement. “<b>Yeah</b>, that’s <b>what </b>we were told during orientation. How did you even find out I tried out, by the
way
<b>She </b><b>walked </b>over to me with a bright smile, showing <b>me </b>her phone, <b>which </b>disyed the announcement page of Echo.
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As I read through the announcement, my <b>brows </b>furrowed slightly <b>until </b>disbelief washed over me. I turned to her with utter shock..
“That’s my name,” I gasped.
“Yes!” Tessa eximed, jumping up and pulling me into a hug. “You got into Silver Quill! I can’t believe my roommate is actually a <b>genius</b>!”
I still struggled to process it. My eyes remained glued to the screen, <b>half</b><b>–</b>expecting it to change, fearing that my eyes were deceiving me. Yet there it was–my name, right after Alpha Elias.
Another <b>familiar </b>name caught my eye–Sienna Graves. Though I <b>would </b>have ordinarily felt a tug of resentment at the sight of her name, I was far too happy to allow it to affect me today.
For most of my life, my family had made me feel incapable of aplishing anything. Yet here I stood, epted into one of the most prestigious clubs in Elite.
“I’m so proud of you,” Tessa <b>said</b>, her voice filled with genuine admiration <b>as </b>she patted my shoulder. “Don’t you think this calls for a celebration<b>?</b>”
I nced at her, a smile now firmly ying on my lips. It felt like I could smile the entire day without tiring.
“A party, perhaps?” she suggested with a yful nudge to my shoulder.
With a small sigh that betrayed my growing enthusiasm, I finally nodded. Tessa erupted in excitement, leaping to her feet, pping her hands in delight.
“<b>Yay</b>!” she eximed, her joy infectious. “You <b>won’t </b>regret it. It’s going to be so much fun!”
<b>I </b>nodded <b>once </b><b>more</b>. In my happiness, however, I momentarily forgot <b>that </b>the announcement was visible to the <b>entire </b>student body
To <b>my </b><b>dismay</b>, it was seen by one <b>of </b><b>the </b>people I <b>most </b>wanted to avoid.
I stared at my drawer and sighed. <b>Inside </b>were nothing but old <b>jeans</b><b>, </b>oversized hoodies<b>, </b>and a handful of in shirts that had long <b>since </b>seen better days.
I had packed in a <b>rush </b><b>when </b>I left home–or rather, when I was <b>unceremoniously </b>kicked out. Even then, it’s not like I owned anything <b>particrly </b><b>fancy </b>
Tessa <b>noticed </b>my predicament pretty <b>quickly</b>.
“Don’t worry,” she <b>chimed</b><b>, </b><b>walking </b>over to my <b>side </b><b>and </b><b>draping </b><b>an </b><b>arm </b><b>around </b>my shoulder. “I have the perfect dress for you. It’s going to be <b>just </b>right!”
“Is it really okay?” I asked.
She nodded enthusiastically. “Of course it is!” she replied. “I <b>packed </b>way too many clothes for myself.”
“What would I do without you?” I sighed.
She smiled warmly and gently pushed <b>me </b>toward the <b>bathroom</b>, passing me my <b>towel</b>. “Just take a quick shower so <b>we </b>can get going
Inodded <b>and </b>entered the <b>bathroom</b>, <b>turning </b>on the heater.
However, the water was cold…. again. <b>What </b>did I expect? That was just <b>how </b>things operated in Hades‘ dorm after <b>dark</b><b>. </b>The heater only worked reliably in the morning, and after <b>that</b>, the water felt like it <b>had </be <b>straight </b>from the Arctic
Idried off quickly, hating <b>how </b>the <b>cold </b>clung to <b>my </b>spine <b>even </b>after I wrapped the towel <b>securely </b><b>around </b>myself. By the time I stepped back into our shared room. Tessa <b>was </b>already waiting, holding the dress with an <b>eager </b>sunile.
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It was <b>stunning</b>–a white dress, silky andpletely <b>unlike </b>anything I’d ever worn before. She handed it over with a proud. <b>grin</b>. “You would look like an angel in this!”
I held it up and blinked. “Uh, there’s like…. a hundred strings on this thing.”
Tessaughed. “Don’t worry! I’ll help you once you get it on.”
Getting it on <b>was </b><b>a </b>struggle in itself. The fabric slipped over my skin like water, and the side opened up with a dramatic slit I wasn’t prepared for at all. I stood in front of the mirror, half–dressed and ensnared in a web of strings.
“Tessa,” I called out, feeling helpless. “This thing is attacking me!”
She hurried over, still giggling at my struggle. “Hold still. You’re going to look so pretty!”
Her fingers moved swiftly, pulling the strings across my back and looping them into ce. I felt the fabric tighten gently. fitting snugly around my ribs and waist. She paused behind me for a moment.
“You really are beautiful, you know,” she said.
“Thanks.” I murmured, not ustomed to receivingpliments. “You look beautiful <b>too</b>.”
Suddenly, I felt her hands stutter in their movements. Her fingers lightly grazed just below my right shoulder de.
It was in that moment that the realization hit me like a train.
When I turned to face her, I saw her staring intently at the mark I had been desperately trying to keep hidden for the past week
“Arden. you’re the virgin?”
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