Persephone couldn't control her face for a second, but quickly
yanked it back to a smug smirk, her mind awhirl with... what did he
mean? Was he giving up? Saying that she could do whatever she
liked, that he conceded, that she was right-
No.
No, he wasn't allowed to do that.
"What the hell are you on about?" she asked, raising an eyebrow,
and trying to ignore the sinking feeling in her gut.
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
"Shallow win, isn't it?" Persephone leaned in closer. "Listen up,
little boy, because I'll only say this once." She met his eyes,
tilting her head to the side, goopy sugary sweetness flooding her
voice. "You don't get to quit. Only I decide when this is
over. For as long as you're at my school, then you're going
to listen to me."
She grinned.
"So chin up. You get to hang with me a little while longer."
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
Time ticked away on the clock, and Persephone was just about ready
to throw her head back into the wall, if only so a concussion might
make time go faster.
This was seriously awkward.
"What classes are you taking?" she asked boredly.
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
"And I've already told you that you don't have a choice." Smiling
to herself, Persephone leaned back against the wall. "So, Judah,
tell me about yourself, hey? Anything more to you besides being a
loser lil theatre kid?"
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature