Pov, Harry.
Did he really think I'd help him?
What a fool. I'm going to make a fool out of you in front of everyone, you clown.
I just smile and cross my arms, staring at him as he walks up to the girl and stops in front of her.
He'd better do exactly what I asked him to do.
I move closer to eavesdrop on their conversation and open my phone's camera, waiting with a smile.
I see her looking puzzled as she stares at the wide-smiling boy who's exchanging glances with her.
What's he up to?
"What's up?" The girl says, and he rubs his neck as he replies with a nervous smile. "Can I sit next to you?"
You're not supposed to be nervous in front of her, you idiot!
Go on and bother her, and I'll jump in and do something to impress her.
I slap my forehead, feeling a bit helpless. I bite my lower lip in anger, and watch the idiot who immediately sits down next to her when she nods to him.
With a smile?
I exhale, waiting to see what he'll do, hoping he won't let me down.
He's lost in thought, thinking about her features, and she tilts her head.
"You're pretty," he says, and she smiles shyly.
He sits up straight, hands on his knees, that stupid grin still on his face.
Are you kidding me?
He looks like a shy girl on her first date with a man.
Doesn't he know how to deal with women?
Okay, I'll admit, she's really pretty, but I didn't ask you to fall in love with her.
I close my eyes and then open them again to calm down, watching him ask her, staring at the dance floor.
"Do you want to do what those humans do?"
What is he saying?
I'm waiting to see how she reacts. It's not long before she smiles big, gets up from her chair, and adjusts her dress. "Yes."
I'm still staring at Evander, who stands up from his seat, grabs her hand, and pulls her off towards the dance floor. They both just blend into the crowd.
It's meant to end with a slap.
Not a dance!
He's totally mocking me!
I can't help myself, so I rush over to him, shove him in the chest, knock him to the ground, and then shout, pointing my index finger at him, drawing everyone's attention.
"How could you flirt with other girls when you're married to my sister, you bastard!"
I smile sideways, watching the girl's shocked expression. He gets back on his feet and stares at the customers who look at him with shocked and curious looks.
Her expression changes to anger as she walks up to him and slaps him hard, leaving a red mark on his cheek.
I record the scene I was waiting for, with a slight change of events.
It feels good to get revenge. You're going to take over social media, clown.
He turns to me, stares at me silently, and then says, "Did I do something wrong?"
What's wrong with him?
Is he actually dumb or is he just putting on a show?
I roll my eyes, but I answer with a satisfied smile, putting one hand in my pants pocket and the other fiddling with my phone.
"It's okay, you were just trying to make fun of me, and it backfired on you."
I bring the phone screen closer to his face, and his eyes widen. I say, enjoying the moment, "Let's see what your father will think about you when he discovers what his beloved son is doing behind his back."
His features, which were innocent a while ago, turn sharp. He looks at my phone in a strange way, and I can almost see a strange glint in his irises. Then the phone explodes in my face. I scream in panic, and bits of the phone almost pierce my eyes.
"What the heck is this?" I stutter and look up at him, staring at him with dilated eyes. I feel a strange chill run through my body.
I'm terrified.
"Monster!" I scream and run, not sure where I'm going, just wanting to get away.
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Pov, Evander.
I see him running away from me.
"I'm afraid of the dark, and the house is too far from here." I say, looking a bit annoyed.
I'm not sure what to do, but out of nowhere, I feel my body being pulled into the middle of a group of guys staring at me and laughing their heads off.
One of them even says, "Join us, handsome."
Then someone grabs me by the collar of my shirt. Then another guy wraps his arms around the back of my neck, offers me a large bubble-filled glass, and then says with a big smile. "Want to try it?"
I keep staring at the glass and all the people who seem to be enjoying themselves.
I smile and nod.
I also want to have some fun.
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Pov, William.
I slowly open my heavy eyes. My throat feels really dry.
I check the clock, which is showing 3:00 a.m. I sigh and get out of bed, looking for a glass of water.
I turn around and stare at the empty side of the bed.
But where did Evander go?
I furrow my eyebrows and head out of the room. I look around the hallway for him, but I can't find him anywhere.
But then I hear the house door open, and my heart starts pounding as I see him.
It's my cousin, running to his room and slamming the door. He doesn't even notice me.
Something's going on here.
I hope that goblin isn't involved.
I knock on the door, and my body shakes when he shouts. "Go away, you monster!"
What's he saying now?
Was he in a movie theater watching a horror movie and it left its effects on him?
I furrow my eyebrows, stare at the doorknob, and then say. "Open the door, Harry. It's me, William."
I hear nothing, but then he opens the door and sticks his head out, looking at me with a scared look on his face.
I push the door open and stand in front of him, arms crossed. I'm not sure why, but I think this has something to do with that goblin.
"How can you live with a monster under the same roof, William?" He asks me in a low voice, turning his head in all directions, stroking his sweaty neck.
"What do you mean?" I ask, narrowing my eyes in suspicion.
I really hope I'm wrong.
He approachs me and says something in my ear that makes me freeze.
"It's that blue-eyed boy. He told me he was your son, but I just found out he's a monster following you, and he's going to kill you and all of us."
I bite the inside of my cheek and close my eyes, trying to suppress my anger, but I can't.
I grab him by the collar. I'm pretty sure this guy had something to do with Evander going missing.
"Where were you, Harry? Tell me everything before I lose my mind!"
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"What am I supposed to do with you? A club? Are you serious?" I keep scolding him, almost losing control of the steering wheel as I speed up.
He's sitting next to me, totally silent. I grab his collar and he just squeezes his eyes shut, listening to every word I'm saying. I'm serious.
"If anything happens to him, I'll kill you. You hear me?"
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