Day Can't End Soon Enough

At least Conner buried himself in his phone so I could focus on our assignment. I wrote three outlines, and hopefully, Conner would go along with one of them. When he is not near his brothers, he is more civil. However, his brooding behavior has intensified as has his dragon, Caleb’s, possessiveness, though. They have become obsessed with trivial things to the point of brutality. Brutality in the Trio is usually reserved for Asher, Cassius’s dragon. 

The play for Miss Alman’s class is to be our take on a famous piece of literature, such as Romeo and Juliet. I would like to write a happily ever after type tale, but I fear touching Conner. He might go along with it to pass the class, but afterward, he would punish me severely. So I look over my first outline. It is called Dark Gifts, and is my spin on Macbeth. I am keeping the witches in it, and mirroring them after the Hags. Conner will be the aspiring king, and me as his supportive wife until war breaks out. I will kill King Conner and take the throne. That's as close to a happy ending as I might be able to get away with.

The second outline is called Pride, and is my version of Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austin. I will be the daughter that is sold off to marry wealth so that her family can keep their estate. Conner will play my husband, but instead of it being a love-after-marriage type story, I will get away with poisoning Conner and inheriting it all through his fake will. I put the twist at the very end because I doubt Conner will read the whole outline.

The last, is my version of Wuthering Heights, by Emily Bronte. The original version is a lot like my life. I was separated from Tim, my only childhood friend, and I have been bullied and abused ever since. In my new version, The Descent, I won't have a childhood friend, but an enemy, in Conner. It will end with me slaying my inner demons and Conner, too. 

I am pleased with my creativity on them all because they allow me some revenge against him, which I hopefully won't be punished for. The question is, which one will Conner choose. “Conner, I finished the outlines.”

I place them in front of him, as he swats me away as if I am an insect. “As long as I am the hero in it, just pick one, and leave me alone,” he grumbles, as he's rapidly sexting one of The Hags. 

I sigh as I gather the papers. I was right when I thought he wouldn't read them until the end, but he didn't even read the titles. I feel somewhat hurt since I worked hard on them all period. I shouldn't be hurt by it, because I know that I mean nothing to him or anyone. He has always been the lesser of three evils. I am naive to have any hope for him, but I do. It's probably just stupid hormones.

Conner

I was hoping to be in this class with Heidi, not Avery. As long as I don't have to kiss her, I don't care what book we recreate. She should know better than to try something like that though. Because if she does, I will let Caleb handle her. He will make her regret even considering it. I am a month away from being able to scent my mate, and I will not let a girl’s delusions, especially Avery’s, keep me from finding and marking what is mine. Caleb and I will have our mate and beat my brothers to produce an heir. The throne will be ours and we will enjoy having Clint and Cassius bow to me for a change. 

She put those papers in front of me. All I saw were the titles and none looked the least bit romantic, so I told her to pick. I was eager to get back to the nudes that the cheerleaders sent, and to resume my discussion with Heidi about my birthday surprise. I also made a plan to sneak under the bleachers with her during the last class period. I intend to enjoy my freedom until I can scent my mate. Because once I have my mate, no other women could compare. 

End Conner's POV

I hurriedly went to my last class of the day. It is home economics. I enjoy this type of class the most, because it teaches what I am already doing. I don't have to try or worry about physical tasks either. I can just put on my apron and zone out. When I entered the classroom there was a note on the board that said to choose a station. This is different from last year. Last year we stayed at our desks until it was our turn to go to one of the ten stations. Each station represented a different part of home life, but this year, they all look the same. Since I was the first student in the classroom, that gave me the time to make sure all of the stations were identical. So I chose the one at the back of the class. 

I chose that station because I didn't want other students looking at me. This way, I can fade into the background and become invisible. I started looking through the course guide that was already at my station. It kept mentioning partners, so I grabbed the guide from the station in front of me. It said the same thing. Partners, just fucking great. Maybe I will get lucky and my partner will be Trisha, but the only person I am fooling is myself. My luck is terrible. As long as it isn't one of The Trio, I will be fine.

To my horror, Clint waltzes in with a girl on each arm and two trailing behind him like the good little puppies that they are. Wait! Why did I just think that? Ugh, I am losing my mind. This class can't end soon enough so that I can go to my room and bury myself in a book.