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Chapter 2

Hera's Pov

HERA'S POV

As I rush through taking a hurried shower and slip into my jeans and baggy top, I recall the many times my calculus teacher had called me out for my lateness. Now, it has become a regular thing. Lateness has unconsiously become a part of my habit.

Grabbing my backpack from my unmade bed, I hurry out of the room, slamming my door shut behind me. When I get to the living room, dad is in the kitchen making his regular ever-delicious banana pancakes.

"Good morninggggg, dad." I take a stop by the kitchen and he throws me a quick glance, a good-natured smile on his face.

"You're running late. Again."

"I'm sorry." I apologize for the zillionth time since I had inculcated this habit to my daily routine. My eyes land to a plate of pancakes and fruit waffles on the kitchen table.

"Is that mine?" I ask, already walking to the dish without waiting for a response.

"Of course." He answers from behind me and soon joins me on the table where we begin to have breakfast. I munch on the pancakes hurriedly, mentally calculating the perfect excuse I would tell to save myself from Mrs Olive today.

"How are you preparing for your field trip?" Dad asks as he takes a sip of his coffee.

I shrug. "Nothing much. It's in three days."

"Well, you should plan for it. 'Cause, in my days, field trips and camps are a good chance to hit on that guy or girl that you have been eyeing your entire life."

I almost laugh at his words, knowing fully well where he is headed with this conversation. "Good for you, dad."

"You know, if you don't like boys and are gay, feel free to come out and talk to me about it. I won't mind whatever sexual orientation you belong to. All that matters is your happiness."

This time, I laugh as he speaks. Dad is the biggest manipulator I have ever known. Like always, he is probably playing psychology on me and using this tactic to get me to repeat myself that I am not into girls.

"I am straight, dad. If that's what you want to be sure of." I give him one last smile and resume eating again.

"Then, why haven't you found 'the one' yet? You're eighteen already. And of all your friends, you are the only one who is yet to have a love interest."

I chuckle again. "I don't have 'friends', dad. I only have Makayla. And secondly, maybe I will find 'the one' when you find 'the one.'"

He chuckles lightly this time and I quickly clear the table and rush to drop the dishes on the sink. I turn on the sink and make to wash the dishes.

"You are such a disaster, Hera." He gives me a glance. "And please leave those dishes and go to school already. I'll do them myself."

Sighing in gratitude, I give him a closed mouth smile and head out of the kitchen again.

"Good bye, dad." I pick my backpack again and sling it to my back before heading for the door.

"Bye. I love you." He yells after me and I only chuckle and run out of our small apartment.

I am so late for class.

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BAEK'S POV

Trevor's High.

I park my car in the parking lot and take in the environment before me. Students are sprawled all over the school compound, some rushing into the school building and others seem not to give a fuck if they are late or not.

This is my next stop. This is the school where nine students would die in the next three days. And again, I have to keep a close watch on them before their death day comes.

I pick my sunglasses from the airbag in my car and slip it on, watching my face from the rear mirror. Even at a thousand years old, I still look twenty and never aged a second. I have used this face to mingle with humans all of life and no one ever recognizes me.

Of course, they wouldn't. My face is automatically wiped from their memories after my job was done. No-one ever recognizes me.

I chew on the bubble gum in my mouth and finally open the car door and take a first step out, shuting the door behind me. I do not fail to notice how many of the students instantly turn their heads to my direction, their eyes agape and mouth slacked as they watch me walk past them. They have that look I have gotten used of, all my life.

"Oh my God! He is soooo hot!"

"Fuck me! How sexy!"

Yea. Death never looked so lithe and handsome.

I ignore their stares and comments as I head down the hallway and I look at a girl who has a timer on her forehead.

63:37:12

She is one of them.

And again, no one else can see it except me.

"Oh, my god. Do you see him give me that look? Did you see the way he looked at me?" The girl gushes to her friend who looks on in disbelief.

I smirk to myself.

If only they knew.

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