#bledhoney

andrea materializes at keva’s side like she’s beent here the whole time, like she didn’t just cross an entire room in two seconds. her hands are at keva’s face, traveling through her body, checking for the smallest injury. there is no relief, no it’s good to see yous, no are you okays. once andrea’s satisfied with her examination, she snarls at keva. “idiot.” she pulls her arm back, and before keva can respond, andrea’s fist hits her square in the face. “you leave my sight again, and i will kill you.”

“keva.” riko’s smile is anything but friendly, it is a veiled threat, a silent warning. remember your place, it says. it’s all blurred together, hate and love fill riko’s chest in equal parts. she’s willing to forgive, to take keva back despite her betrayal. the king wasn’t the same without her second at her side, she would do anything to put things back where they belonged. “did you finally get bored of your ragtag team of dysfunctional throwaways? i have indulged your foolish infatuation for far too long. it is time for you to come back to me.”

it should’ve been you. it’s the first thought that crosses hannah’s mind when she sees the redhead. ashley is as pathetic as hannah had been. ashley had a crush, just like hannah did. the difference was emily never felt threatened by ashley. there’s a special kind of resentment hannah feels toward ashley, who saved her own ass by turning against hannah. she puts a hand on ashley’s shoulder, a little rougher than necessary. “ashley? oh my god. it’s so good to see you. hi.”

it’s been either ten seconds or two hours since lara jean found herself walking to his door. either way, she’s been standing outside his room for way too long. last time she saw him, she promised herself she would avoid him for as long as possible. turns out as long as possible wasn’t long at all, she missed him as soon as she walked away. she missed him so much it felt like her heart wanted to escape her chest, all the way to him. so she was here without a plan, or explanation. 

she’s currently frozen with her hand raised as if to knock on the door. she sighs, close to losing the battle against herself, when the door opens. she jumps back immediately, pulling her hand behind her back. “hi. can i come in?”

hannah knew it wasn’t mike’s fault. it couldn’t be. she had seen enough of her relationship with emily to know the prank couldn’t have been mikey’s idea. emily was a controlling, manipulative bitch, she could practically feel her pulling the strings on the worst day of her life. if hannah the monster hadn’t already taken care of her, she would be hunting her down now. she wasn’t little, innocent hannah anymore  — but she was ready to forgive mike.  ready for mike to see she deserved better. she deserved hannah.

“mike!” her voice sounds strange to her own ears. not only because it’s been so long since she’s used it. but because even back then, her voice was always small, afraid. now it comes out freely, full with exaggerated joy. she runs towards mike, arms flying to embrace her. “mike, it’s so good to see you. i thought  —  did i... mike i never, ever meant to hurt you... or the others.” a cold-hearted lie. hannah had wanted the others to suffer as much as she had. she releases mike, stepping back to look at her. “it wasn’t me. i would never hurt you. you believe me, don’t you? i was angry, and hurt. i mean, you broke my heart... but i would never...”

edythe freezes as her vampire sense catch something quite peculiar. it hits her like it did back in the beginning. when the attraction was so strong she was worried she would kill beau right there and then, in the middle of biology class. she’s no longer used to it. she follows the familiar scent, eager to see a familiar face. curious to know how this is possible. the scent gets stronger, and she can hear his heartbeat now. she knows if she turns the corner he will be there  —  heartbeat? vampires don’t have heartbeats. she takes one last breath before forcing herself to turn the corner.

she’s so shocked by the person standing in front of her she accidentally takes a breath. she jumps back immediately so her back hits the wall, almost hard enough to dent it. under different circumstances she would be worried about how that would look to the girl, who’s staring at her with wide eyes. it’s impossible. where’s beau? “i’m sorry, i thought you were someone else. i didn’t mean to startle you. i... i should go.”