Chapter 11 - The big dedut

Nicolai ran back to his room and got ready. It was a very simple choice. He had only black or blue clothing. He chose the ink blue turtleneck and black jeans to go with it. He did not bother styling his soft, wavy black hair.

Any kind of gel he applied to it will not stay. His hair type was that way. ‘What was the use of styling it?’

Nicolai peered at his reflection. His brown-gray eyes looked much bluer than usual.

A sudden itch on the back of his neck distracted him from admiring his face.

“God, seriously, why does it itch so much? Fuck, I wish to just tear at it” he scratched the spot unconsciously until it turned red. He instantly regretted that decision and placed a wet towel over it to soothe the irritated skin.

After the redness somewhat went away, he tosses the towel away and swiftly wore shoes.

He let his shaggy hair be and ran down the stairs. “I’m ready to impress a crowd,”

Rue stood down there with a bright smile. “