the stars who listen

The mother:

I’m 6’2 and weigh 180lbs

For a long moment Nesta and Cassian watched each other. The wind ripped at his shoulder length dark hair. But he might have been standing in a summer field for all the reaction he yielded to the cold. So much sharper up here, high above the city. It was all she could do to keep her teeth from chattering their way out of her skull. 

Cassian finally said, “You’ll be staying in your old room.” As if she had any sort of claim on this place, on anywhere at all. 

He went on. “My room’s a level above that.”

“Why would I need to know that?,” the words snapped out of her. 

He began walking towards the glass doors that led into the mountain’s interior. 

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Summary:  Jurdan High school AU. Rivals Jude and Cardan are forced to partner up  for a history project, and drama ensues. Filled with banter, pranks, an unhealthy amount of pining, and Jude being clueless as usual.

Trigger Warnings: Mild cursing. Please let me know if there’s anything I missed!

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A/N: This chapter is even longer than the last one, at 4k words. Also, you’re welcome in advance.

That Sunday was one of the busiest at the café. Students were streaming in to work on all their assignments before Thanksgiving break, and by the time they caught a break, Jude was out of breath.

“Damn, I don’t think it’s ever been this busy,” Lili said, wiping her forehead.

“No wonder no one else wanted this shift.”

Lili groaned. “I have to go home and write not two, but three essays. I know I shouldn’t have procrastinated, but it was my birthday week.”

“I’ll help you edit them if you want,” Jude offered. For some reason, she actually enjoyed editing essays, and Lili had definitely taken advantage of that in the past. “And you know it’s called birthday, not birth week,” Jude snarked.

“Shut up, Ms. I-made-googly-eyes-with-Cardan-all-night.”

“I did not.”

Aelin: Not you, Dorian. You’re an angel sent from above and we’re glad you’re here.

Cardan: