--oh dear, love! (wicked)

Horror books. That was the only reason Fey went into camp’s library. Normally he hated books, and if they were in English, that just made reading even more unappealing to the boy because he had one nasty case of dyslexia. ADHD not so much, but his dyslexia was off the charts. Luckily, most of the books here were in ancient greek, and so Fey didn’t mind reading them. He sat in a dark corner, a dim lamp his only company as he scanned the pages of Carrie by Stephen King. It was one of his favourites, it sent chills down his spine and nightmares all the more real. Thing was, Sebastian wasn’t phased by nightmares; he could easily change them at will because of his father. Nightmares were for children, not for brave and fearless demigods. Fey was so absorbed in his nearly completed book that he didn’t see a girl sit by the nearest window to him. He supposed she didn’t matter, most people didn’t in the grand scheme of things. 

Even though the book was almost all the way hacked through, with only about 50 pages left of the entire thing, Fey still took his sweet ass time reading. Some books, like this one, were so good that you had to savour them, and that was exactly what he was doing, making sure he got the sugary scent of each word so carefully printed on the page. The demigod didn’t exactly come in here everyday, as he still thought reading was for losers with no friends. But you could only do so much training before you were sore and stiff to the point where you could barely get up in the mornings. Usually, Sebastian had no quarrel with sleeping in everyday, but something in his mind snapped today, and his hurt legs carried him to the library while his mind protested. After he was finished with the book, Fey got up to put it away, and then he turned around to head out the door to his cabin where he could sleep the entire day off. Unfortunately, this girl ran into him, momentarily destroying his plans. 

Fey scoffed at her comment of apologies. It didn’t matter, because he wouldn’t forgive her. The demigod was especially spiteful this day, and he wasn’t in the mood to be bumped into and then apologised too over and over again until the words stuck in his brain like the ticking of a clock. The polite thing to do was say it was fine and assure the girl that he wasn’t hurt in the slightest. However, Sebastian was not very polite, and very rarely did he not over exaggerate his injuries. However, this time it was maybe a bruise or two, and that could possibly be stretching it. So instead of complaining that his arm was broken or muttering that his beautiful face was ruined forevermore, Sebastian nodded, acknowledging that he heard the other demigod but not voicing that he’d accept her meagre apology. Maybe he would later on when he was back in his cabin and away from her, but if that happened she’d never know because the chances of them meeting again were slim to none. Then again, that’s what Fey told himself with the other person he’d run into, and that didn’t exactly go according to plan. However, Fey wasn’t completely heartless, and though he wanted to act all mysterious and mean, he couldn’t bring himself to be spiteful towards this girl. “Yeah whatever,” Fey said, although his voice had a light tone to it. He wasn’t a complete asshole, maybe there was a slim section of his brain that wanted to revert back to his five year old self where he was nice and sweet and kind.