Cherub Campus Movie Novels & Stories

Finally, after what feels like weeks we are back in Fyrestone. The whole campus turns out to greet our return. Matt and Felix are treated like living gods, one blonde girl with red lipstick, Cherry I think, particularly clinging onto Matt as the student feted two of their own winning a war.

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She exclaimed, before grabbing his hand to tug him along and another laugh escaped his lips at her enthusiasm. In no time, they’d entered and made it to the baggage area, with Mitch scanning monitors for the flight they were waiting for. Before she knew it, Aiden could spot the familiar form of her best friend standing near the carousel a few hundred feet away. Her edgy new haircut, half shaved, with the dark longer locks pulled away from her pretty face, only did her delicate features high favor, but what had Aiden almost stopping dead in her tracks was the unmistakable sparkler on her friend’s ring finger. One attached to the hand resting on the smallest hint of a telling bump, clad in a h

he asked. "Yeah, but you are the person playing it out perfectly. So you are typically the major star of the movie," I complimented him before we dived into our hand burgers and drinks. As we ate, Asphalt came in and the director announced him as the major sponsor of the movie which wasn't new to me. Janet wasn't anywhere to be seen so his gaze fell on me and I looked away. Just as I turned to Jacob, he wiped the bam which had stained my lips with his thumb and licked it off.

I passed Polly in the hallway. She was pushing a handcart piled with ten or so boxes, arms trembling. Seeing me, she stopped and lowered her head to let me pass. "Distribution going okay?" I asked. "…So-so," her voice hoarse. I nodded and walked on. After a few steps, I glanced back. She was still there, hands on the cart, shoulders slumped. The snowlight outside cast pale shadows on her face—white, almost bloodless. The next day, my assistant mentioned casually while dropping off documents, "Mr. Bassett… the employees secretly created a group chat. They call it the 'Cherry Victims Alliance.'"

“I am sorry I can't protect you." My hand still stayed linked behind his back as I pulled my head away from his chest. I stared at his face and saw how broken he looked. “After this, let's have a grand wedding. The biggest one ever and train three wonderful children who would make the world a better place." My word sounded like a promise, even if I wanted to hold onto it as desperately as I could. Maybe if I thought positively enough, it would work. The door to the study burst open, and Chloe was standing there. She looked like she had been chased down a thousand blocks. Sweat clung to her forehead, and she was breathing unevenly.

But she still ignored him as usual in the end. Aster did not show any sadness though. He was still happy that he was no longer going to "not fit in" anymore. Kevan came back with the movie tickets, and he had three cups of carbonated drinks and a large bucket of popcorn with him. The popcorn bucket was shaped like the cartoon characters in the movie. Aster hugged it because he loved it so much. He could not even bear to eat the popcorn inside. It was not yet time to enter the theater yet, so the three of them sat in the hall.

“Bethany Croft.” I knew that name. A memory came back so sharply I could almost hear her laugh again, surrounded by other people while she pointed at me and called me the fat reject. And now she was here. In Hollow Fang. Asking for me. “She is demanding to speak to the ‘fat reject’ she once laughed at.” the scout said.

Caleb Movie nights have become a thing—something Queenie and I never talked about but just fell into. Every Friday, after baby Caleb is tucked in, we settle on the worn couch in the cabin’s small living room with whatever snacks we’ve managed to scrounge up. Doc has left now and tonight, it’s popcorn, some leftover cookies Queenie baked earlier in the week, and a couple of beers for me. Queenie’s curled up on the other end of the couch, her legs tucked under her as she scrolls through the movie options. “What about this one?” she asks, holding up the remote. “It’s supposed to be a tearjerker.”