Mass release: 3/15
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Micah Gustavo Avak'yan Montevecchi
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"It's her," I told him as soon as I drop down on the carpet of my bedroom.
"Who? Who is what?" He asked confused. "Because too damn much happened in there, and I'm absolutely confused, and there's too much on my damn mind. But first of all, Tara is her name? Really? She really has the name of one of the protagonists of the last Scream movies?"
I glared at him, "That's not important, Ken."
"Cunt," he cursed, "how is that not fucking important, Micah?"
"Because, it is her," I hissed.
"I am not following," he sat down in front of me, looking pale.
Putting the big package of popcorn aside, I passed both my hands over my hair, frustrated. "Chione... I mean, Tara, it's her."
"What... is she?" He frowned, looking even more puzzled.
"Tara is the dragon," I whispered.
"That doesn't make any,"
"It's her," I said firmly.
"How do you know that?" He gasped.
"I just know, I can feel it in my bones that it's her. She never showed us her mamba form, like all the other mambas did, always saying we were not worthy of seeing it. That arrogance and the way she thinks she's superior than us all? That's her, it's not fake. And it makes sense, Ken, think about it. The reason why she has such a low amount of magic, it's because she's sealed, and her father died fighting against a high demon, when she was a toddler, and he killed it. If her mother is a mamba, her father was a dragon, he must have deserted to raise her, given what her mother is. My parents told me that dragons, even if born to two different races, are never mixed, they are born different than others, but they are never mixed. So she isn't a hybrid, but a full blooded dragon.
"She said she's been fighting her entire life things that make the mambas look like ants in comparison, and they are the strongest order in the surface tied together with the vampires. That could only mean she's either been dealing with dragons, which can't be, or with demons. I heard her heartbeat when the headmaster told us about the high demons around the Academy, and I could smell her anger, fear, and anxiety. I think she felt fear because she knows what they can do, anxiety because she doesn't want to meet one again after it killed her father, and anger because they told everyone there's a dragon hiding in here. And she's here, not because she wanted, but because her mother threw her in here to use her for Cleo and Chian's wellbeing and grades.
"Twelve years ago, before she came in here, Cleo's grades were terrible, she didn't have many friends, we were indifferent towards her, and she was far from the center of attention. Then... Tara came in, she began to pick on her, we began to disapprove of that and to shield Cleo from her, while putting Tara in the box of being a vile villain, because we thought Cleo was good innocent girl, and..." I swallowed, "we misjudged her. We have been the ones to be vile to her, without even knowing she's been through, we didn't... fuck, we were so wrong about her, Kento."
He took his time, laying on the ground, staring at the ceiling, covering his eyes with his hand, "What are we going to do with this?" He then looked at me, "If she is the dragon, we have to tell the headmaster, and we have to give the context, Micah. We are in some big trouble here, you saw what happened to Marlon," he sat down, exasperated, "how he nearly died, he lost an arm, and even now he's still in the med wing, traumatized. High demons are not to be fucked with, especially not a group of five."
"We can't hand her to them," I gasped.
"They will kill us all, Micah," he tried to reason it.
"We, cannot, hand, Tara, over," even I got surprised with my voice, and I instantly looked away, but I know he noticed, he always does given our bond. "There gotta be another way."
"Is it because of her being in love with you?"
I flinched, "That means nothing."
"You will break up with Cleopatra, right?"
"Of course, I fucking will," I snapped. "I can't even believe she's so... vile, I feel nauseated, for cunt's sake, it's making me sick. And to think she played me just to hurt Tara," I clicked my tongue, "and she even had the audacity to say all of that in her face, just to hurt the girl. Fuck, I feel horrible. I thought she hated me."
"Well, seems like she should be nominated to an Oscar, because she did the best performance of her life as Chione. We all fell for it, she owned it. But what sickens me is how the Al-Hilli Abdelaal treated her, to know how they actually treat her, it's as shocking as learning that Cleo made this whole thing up to glorify herself, she used Tara, and while using her, she abused of her, and stole anything she wanted before she could even try getting it. It's psych-ward sick for me. Or the fact that Chian is Cleo's brother and he's a son of bitch, ugh, I want to wash my mouth with soap for kissing him."
"Your mouth and your cock, you mean, right?" I mocked him bitterly, "Because you did way more than just kissing him. But at least you're just hooking up, I'm at a worse position, I've been dating that bitch for nearly three years, and I fell in love with her because I thought she was the only one who could keep up with me, which was all I ever wanted, even if just academically. Now I know it's all fake, and she's actually the one with the grades bellow the top 70. It hurts even more to know that all the brilliant assignments and tests she made, were actually Tara's."
He gave me a narrowed look, "You don't love, Cleo, right?"
"Love? No. But I fell in love, I was in the way there."
"Then you feel like acknowledging what you feel for Tara now?"
I froze, "I don't feel anything for her."
"And I'm japanese Jack Sparrow," he mocked.