"I'm sorry I said I wouldn't date you even if you were the last boy on Earth, I wasn't thinking straight when I said that right to your face. I have this flaw of speaking without thinking and it makes me say things I do not mean, although they might sound very convincing from my tone." Macey stopped pacing back and forth in her room, she was rehearsing how to approach November that evening.And then she looked in the mirror, "oh my god, it's not working. This is stupid." She knocked her head with her fist."I actually kinda like you, you know. And it feels weird because I've never felt this way over any boy before." She hit her head once more and then blew a big puff of breath, "I look too serious. Perhaps if I pack my hair in a bun, run a lip gloss over my lips, and take my glasses off.." Macey let her hand grow long and then reached out for a lip gloss, before running it over her lips. "He said I'm not his type either, that remark has been eating me up." She packed her hair in a bu
Quentin and Sebastian carried November from the floor and placed him on the couch in the sitting room. "Christ, he's heavy," Quentin murmured as he turned November over, kept his head over the couch pillow and Sebastian placed two of his joint fingers on November's nostrils."How's he breathing?" A perturbed Macey folded her arms across her chest as she neared them."Breathing isn't normal, more like his heart is stuttering or something." Sebastian took a step backward and forked his fingers through his hair.Macey squatted next to where an unconscious November laid, did a gentle massage on his surprisingly green foreheads, and wrinkled her nose when she saw her fingers coated in green. She however blocked his nostrils to check if she would get a reaction from him, but the only thing that happened was his mouth which parted a bit. "Oh my god," she spoke in a breathless manner, attracting her brother and Sebastian to her side."What did you see?""His mouth is practically green like
"Does it hurt that much?" Styles asked Macey who was wincing as she pressed an ice pack to her torn lip."Go check up on Sebastian, he got beaten like a thief," Said Macey and Styles averted his attention to Sebastian whose face was swollen to a pulp from the beatings. He was drying his face with a wet towel after washing it in the sink."So these guys just attacked you like that?" Styles inquired, "that's weird, I've never been attacked before. And I'm really sorry you had to go through that.""They took all my money and tried to sexually harass Macey, it was such a terrible sight to behold." Sebastian shuddered and dabbed the towel over his face one more time, before sighing in pain."I remember the pudding face of the guy who touched me inappropriately, I'll ensure my dad kills him," Macey gritted out and clenched the ice pack she was holding."I don't think you should involve your dad in this, questions will arise and you'll be asked what you were doing here at such an hour," Seba
Harriet Calhoun could feel it within her guts that something was wrong somewhere. Since November was able to get a phone for himself, he had never given his phone to anyone to pick for him. Something seemed fishy but she could not place her hand on it.She didn't want to think he was out there trying to use his quirks for the world to see. She knew he was this mysterious N, but pretended she didn't. She was waiting for the perfect time to confront him. She still hadn't gotten over the fact that he communicated with Sheriff Brightside who in turn made the whole city gather and the hall. And her boy had gone to fight the monster, brought it for everyone to see.Harriet Calhoun knew she was supposed to be proud or something because she was his mother because parents admire their children even more after their children had wowed them. But she did not. She was scared for her son's safety. Her mind was busy wondering if more of those things would come to attack November because he had killed
The heat was becoming unbearable that Sebastian had to take his shirt off. Macey was fighting so hard to not open the window at her side, they were all perspiring. Even Styles had his shirt drenched in his own seat."Feels like we're getting cooked in here," Sebastian murmured and cleaned his swollen face with his shirt.Even November had perspiration all over his body that soaked the sheet covers."There, look!" Macey nudged her finger toward his neck where the organisms were growing smaller and smaller, but something didn't seem right. They were at a speed faster than before. November flicked his eyes open immediately and had this feeling like he was being thrown into the bottomless pit of hell."Turn it off, turn it off!" He yelled and tried to get off the bed, but immediately fell back down because the organisms had dominated his body right now."Christ, he's awake," Macey said in a panic and made to turn off the heater when she got stopped by Styles."Don't, his body is battling
The following day, which was a Sunday, was Timothee Mayfield's funeral, exactly three days after his death. There was the procession of a priest before his coffin was carried to the graveyard. Mr. and Mrs. Mayfield were Catholics and it was surprising that a lot of people came to attend their son's funeral since they were such a snob to literally everyone.November, Sebastian, and Macey had attended too, all clad in depressing black for the sake of Timothee because he was their classmate. Although he saw himself high above everyone else, downgraded people, his death happened so soon. "He was such a fine boy, isolated himself from people because he saw the world differently from everyone.." Mrs. Mayfield stopped talking, sniffed, and then loudly blew her nostrils into a hankie. "Oh my god, I can't believe this is happening," the woman murmured and broke into tears.Mr. Mayfield upon seeing this clenched his jaw and asked someone to take his wife away, claiming she was disgracing herse
One would think it wasn't Timothee's funeral but an occasion because the Mayfields hosted a Post Funeral reception etiquette instead of serving finger foods like fruits, vegetables, and sandwiches. November had his fists shoved in his pants pockets the whole time he observed the three men who had somehow managed to make their way into the Mayfield's home, pretending to be attendees of the funeral when they were observing Mr. Zachary who was having a hard time concentrating because he knew eyes were already on him. November looked at the man's wife and daughter and then wondered if they knew he was currently in danger."Poor woman doesn't know her husband is a cheat," muttered Sebastian who took a bite of his chicken and made a short guttural sound because he felt pain over his face."Worse, he's being watched closely because he knows Abulterin from the Pharmaceutical company is deadly, causing the death of his nephew," November breathed out and then turned to face Macey and Sebastia
They were leaving, taking the path they followed before when they saw someone in a black super suit standing in the middle of the scanty road."Isn't that the guy who killed the monster?" The first man asked his companion who was in the shotgun."It's him in the flesh, the Mysterious N," said the third guy from the back seat.November used his superspeed to appear in front of them immediately, stunning them in the process."Do you need anything?" Asked the first guy who was anxious."What does he want with us?" The third was already reaching for his gun when they felt their car being lifted off the ground."Jesus!" They Clamored in horror, stirring a smug smile on November's face beneath his mask. These three had made it impossible for him to have a proper conversation with sir Zachery, now he would get the answers from them himself. His mind flashed back to when he had excused himself from Sebastian and Macey, told them he wanted to use the toilet, and immediately took off to his hou