FREYA'S POV: The sudden urge to puke overcomes me, and I gag before quickly blocking my mouth with my hand and swallowing it back down.Lucas' face turns blue with horror, and Adam sets into panic mode.“Holy shit… are you okay?”“Yeah.” I mutter, but I really don’t feel okay “You look green.” Adam points out.Suddenly, I feel so nauseous and dizzy.“Okay, maybe I’m not okay.” I confess.I badly need to puke.Lucas stands there, holding my books, too petrified to say anything. He probably thinks I’m disgusted by him but that’s not really the case. I just pictured his guts red, all bleedy and dangling out of his body.Thinking about it again, I feel another puke coming again.“Okay, that’s it. I’m taking you to the nurse’s office.”“No… I’m going to miss the first class.” I whine.“You can afford to miss it.”Before I can protest even more, he picks me up in his arms with much ease. I imagine I’m as light as a feather with the lack of flesh look I’m sporting.I don’t fight and let h

FREYA'S POV:My entire body grows tense in just seconds, followed by the need to throw up.I swallow down the acidic bile in my throat and shake off the stiffness in my body, forcing air into my clogged lungs.There has to be some kind of explanation.I take a few more steps towards his table. He definitely saw me… so why does he keep looking away?Elena finally notices me drawing closer and a sinister smirk graces her lips all too quickly. The glint in her eyes bears too much resemblance to King Darius.She rises quickly, stepping out to ‘greet me?’ I don’t know, but I’m in no mood to entertain her right now, so my eyes remain focused on Silas.She stands in my way just as I arrived at my destination; right infront of the table they’re sitting at. Her hands resting on her hips as she smirks down at me.She wants to provoke me ofcourse, but I ignore her, tilting my head to the side to look at him, yet she blocks my way. I tilt the other way but she does the same, purposely stopping m

FREYA’S POV: The sky came falling afterwards.The light pitter-patter echoed in the air as the droplets fell onto the once dried earth and rooftops, creating this sort of foggy white background noise that drowned out everything around me… Including the sounds of my tears.I feel a sense of calmness and safety, knowing if I burst into a wail, my screams would be muffled by such sweet and soothing sound.And the grey, dull and gloomy sky perfectly depicted the mess of emotions swirling within me.For the first time, I admit defeat.Since my birth, life had clearly waged some unwarranted war over me by making me an Omega and just when I manage to talk myself out of an abusive home and find something akin to love and happiness, things are ripped from my grasp without mercy.So, I give up… you win. I lost.“Freya?” Xena calls from the door leading to the inner parts of our room, where it’s probably warm and cozy.But I prefer the cold, chilly and partially wet balcony.The feel of the g

FREYA’S POV:After Adam’s confession, I had remained mostly speechless as life continued to spin way out of the course I had imagined.I still am speechless in that aspect, unable to give him an answer. I know for a fact that I don’t reciprocate his feelings, however. I’m still heavily infatuated with Silas, though that’s not going on very well, and I still have no plans of being in a relationship… but he’s a very good friend.He has stuck by during the bad times and is okay with me still having feelings for Silas, and just wanting to be around me while I heal. He wants to be seen as an option if ever one is needed.But I don’t think I can ever see him as anything other than that, and my biggest fear is him realizing that and just giving up on me.I have already lost enough from the little I had… I didn’t want to lose anymore. I wanted some sort of win… and I guess him sticking around would do us both good.Right?Yet, I can’t swallow the guilt that rises up in my throat every single

FREYA’S POV: I already have a headache once the bell signaling the end of the class rings.I know I shouldn’t have thought about it… I shouldn’t have jinxed myself and now, I’m stuck with the last two people I want to see constantly for the next week.As soon as everyone starts exiting from class, I pick up my books and dash to the front desk right where Mrs. Michael is before she can leave.“Excuse me, Ma’am.” I say in the most polite toned voice I can muster to butter her up.She pauses from packing up her stuff and looks at me dryly.“If you didn’t understand something in class, you’ll have to wait till the end of school to meet me, kid.” She immediately jumps to conclusion on what I need.“No… not that. It’s about the group placements.” I explain.Her face quickly contorts into a glare once my words sink in.“I’m sure you heard that I’m not going to change anything about them… if you were infact paying attention.”“I did… Just… You see, my other partners and I have a bit of bad bl