#aprilblake

“June is who let you inside? You know this place can be dangerous….” April said to her sister not very happy cause she knows what’s going on and knows her sister is not safe here.

June was instead was very happy to see her sister “April, Hey! I was looking for you i asked mum to visit you on this school. I got also this nice outfit!” She said happy with a big smile on her lips “Do you like it?” She asked April showing her outfit.

April raise a brow. “No not really i can’t believe mum let you inside this….circus game. Don’t you even see the badges some people here have on their shirts? what does your badge even mean.? I mean your fuckin pink like no one here.” April sighs.

“Olivier told me that Pink stands for special! And that i am the only one who wears pink! He said that if i wear pink people who see me as special then what i am really are!” June said happy with pride and her soft voice kinda psycho. “I just got a lot of eyes looking at me nothing more”

April rolls her eyes “I gonna talk with Mum about this. This is not gonna happen right here not right now.” As June grabs April hand “No! I Asked her to stay on this school so i could see you and not seeing you for a whole year!” She said with a frown on her lips “Please April!” She begged

April snatched her hand free “Fine! Whateveh if you get into fukin big trouble i won’t help you out and you have to find out for yourself i aint helping you with you shit i got my own fucking shit got it?”

Devil smiles as he sees her picking up “Blake ohy god!” He said laughing but seeing the outfit she wears makes him laughing more. “Wow April” he said wiping away a tear of laughter “Didn’t expect you to make people wear you that on the school”

April crossed her arms. “Yeah,Right just fucking laugh Dev. Isn’t helping at all” she said rolling her eyes “What do you want?” She leans against the lockers waiting for him to talk.

“Was just wondering what you doing on that pathetic school of The Burtons, haven’t seen you for like two weeks!” Devil said back to her “Did something interesting happened there? I would love to hear the tea.” He said with a smile on his lips.

“Not really this school have like students with colors and even worst of all “Collars” people owning people here and it looks like a fukin student zoo…” she said with a sigh and beings annoyed “How’s life outside the posh basterd school?” She asked Devil “Wish i could go away but there are to much cameras here around Olivier keep eyes everywhere.”

Then she looks up and says “So here i am, in this school of the Burtons wearing a Blue badge. Just got here and i don’t know what to think about this Blue badge and what i am wearing right…Now”

she sighs and strokes her clothes clean “Blue does Blue stands for water or…. I don’t even know but it doesn’t feel right something is…. Off.”

April crouches near the fence, hoodie pulled over her head, spray can in hand.

“Alright,” she whispers to Devil, “you watch for guards. I’ll make sure Mr. Perfect King wakes up tomorrow to see his face with cat ears.”

Devil perches on top of the wall, grinning with that chaotic energy that makes April’s stomach ache from laughter.

“You do realize if they catch you, they won’t just fine you this time, right? They’ll drag you to that Academy.”

April shrugs, already shaking the can.

“Worth it. Besides, Olivier doesn’t scare me.”

She starts spraying, neon paint sizzling against the stone. The image grows — a mocking, exaggerated version of Olivier’s face, with devil horns and a speech bubble that says ‘Bow Down to Nobody.’

Devil whistles low.

“You are asking for trouble, Blake.”

April smirks.

April snarls under her breath.

“Can you believe it? Mum wants to send me to Reform Academy. Reform Academy, Dev! Olivier’s shiny little prison with uniforms and rules and—” she gestures wildly, “—mandatory manners. Like that’s gonna work on me.”

Devil’s mismatched eyes widen. “No way. You? In Burton’s school? Princess, they don’t even let you choose your music there. I heard they make you line up for meals like soldiers.”

April groans dramatically, throwing her cigarette to the ground and crushing it.

“Exactly! And you know what’s worse? Mum took my little sister Olivia home. She’s already there — sitting pretty in their perfect classrooms, probably loving every second of it.”

Devil snorts. “Olivia? The one who called you a ‘lost cause’ last week?”

April’s lip curls into a bitter smirk.

“Yeah. Her Majesty Olivia. Perfect hair, perfect grades, perfect manners. Mum eats it up — ‘Why can’t you be more like your sister, April?’” She spits the words like poison. “I’d rather burn the school down than be like Olivia.”

Devil grins, tossing her a fresh spray can.

“Then let’s make sure you never have to wear their uniform.”

April catches it, her grin turning wicked.

“Oh, I plan to. And next time… maybe we paint Olivier’s pretty face across the whole wall. With devil horns.”

Devil’s laugh echoes down the alley.

Devil is perched on an overturned crate, shaking a spray can like it’s a trophy, his mismatched eyes glinting with amusement.

April exhales smoke, muttering,

“Well, that’s it. Mum nearly had a heart attack when she saw Olivier’s men at the door. Said if I can afford to ruin a billionaire’s wall, I can afford to fix it.”

Devil bursts into laughter, falling backward, his green hair falling in his face.

“Oh that’s rich — the princess grounded by her own mum. Tell me you’re at least gonna make the payment in coins, one by one. Make the smug bastard count ‘em.”

April smirks despite herself, flicking ash onto the ground.

“Coins? Please. I’m not paying him a thing. Let him send his lawyers — I’ll just paint them next.”

Devil tosses the spray can in the air, catching it with a grin.

“You’ve got guts, Blake. If he sends his guards again, call me. We’ll give ‘em a show they won’t forget.”

April finally laughs, shaking her head.

“Yeah, and then we’ll end up owing him for the floor we burn. You’re a terrible influence.”

Devil grins wider.

“You will not touch my silence,” he says.

April smirks, cigarette glowing.

“You think Constantijn loves you?” April scoffs.

June hugs her rabbit tighter, eyes burning.

“He does. He’s mine. You wouldn’t understand, you’re too busy hating everyone.”

April exhales smoke, smirking.