Methis' POV
I had no idea how my life had somehow become even more complicated than when I lived around literal werewolves with a mysterious prophecy over my head.
But somehow, it had, and I was already sick and tired of it. I hadn't spoken to Xander since the fight, I had decided it was better if we stayed out of each other's path for a while, to allow things to cool down to manageable levels. But now, as I stood on the bus, making my way to my apartment, I started wondering if it was the best option, cutting him out at this moment.
I got home and walked up the stairs keeping my face down, not wanting to engage in any kind of small talk or exchange of pleasantries at this moment, I was just exhausted.
"Miss Delis?!" A voice called out.
Fuck, who the hell was it now. I ignored the person, walking as briskly as I could up to my door and wishing I had taken the elevator when I heard the person's footsteps jogging up to me.
"Miss Delis? Wait!" The voice was whiny and insistent. Exactly w
