Four hours later...
Alright, I'm done preparing everyone's breakfast. My mistress, for this beautiful day, will have jelly tarts, nine mini cinnamon rolls, and six glazed doughnuts. And for Valdis' breakfast, it will be hashbrowns and Candian bacon and three strawberry Crepes laced with chocolate syrup. I'm pretty sure that Naomi and Vivi will like the French toast sticks I made with the side of smoked bacon. I guess I can leave everything here on the kitchen counter.
So, it's four-fourteen in the morning. Haven't gone to sleep yet. I guess I can hold off the cases my task force sent me. I think my mistress will be proud of me. Going to bed on my own accord. Haven't been able to go to sleep on my own for a couple of years now. I think she can pick out her own outfit for once. So I have nothing to do for right now. But it does feel weird to go to bed like this. I don't think I did enough to deserve a rest. I washed everyone's dishes. And I took care of Sofia's laundry. Just made her breakfast. As for lunch, she will have three pepperoni pizza pies, two veggie burritos, and a dozen chicken tenders with five pounds worth of fries. As for dinner, lasagna, chicken salad, breadsticks. And for deserts, fudge brownies, French vanilla ice cream, seven mini vanilla cakes.
And for Vivi, Nao and Valdis. I'll whip up something if I have the ingredients for it. This club put a dent in my reserves of food. And there's barely anything in the fridge. This club knows how to eat. Should I have the groceries delivered here, or should I go to the Rowan Academy Super Market? Or maybe I should speed up my garden inside my grimoire again?
Wait, if there's barely anything in the fridge. How will Peyton cook for everyone else? Maybe I should prepare breakfast for them just in case. Zoey and Peyton will be fine, but the others will struggle from this early morning practice. No, it's not my responsibility to feed all of them. I must trust Peyton to do her part. Anyway, I should be going to bed.
I hear someone yawning that's coming from the hallway. I turn around and see who it is.
Deshon: Hey, Sora. Why aren't you asleep yet? Deshon walks into the kitchen with gray basketball shorts and a solid white tee with no shoes or socks. Sora: I prepared every first year's meals for today. Why are you up? Deshon: I wanted a late-night snack. All this food you got here looks mighty delicious. Hey, let a nigga get some of your exceptional food. I see you made cinnamon rolls, glazed doughnuts, hash browns. And you even made French toast sticks. Deshon went over to the kitchen counter and examined the food with an excited expression. Sora: Don't even think about it.
Deshon: I'm not doing anything. Do you think this is your best work? Sora: I think I did a good job, but this isn't my best. Not even close to it. But it's better than the pancakes I made yesterday morning. Deshon: Man, you really are special. I remember you saying you prepare Sophia's meals in advance. So, what did you make for lunch? Sora: Well, for my mistress, I made pepperoni pizza pies, two veggie burritos, and a dozen chicken tenders with five pounds worth of fries.
Deshon: Man, pizza is my favorite food. I would love some pizza. Sora: Well, maybe Peyton can make you some pizza. Deshon: But I want to try your pizza. Sora: Sorry, but Peyton made it very clear, she doesn't want me to cook for ya'll. Hey, maybe her food is better than mine own. It's not like I'm the best chef in the world. I'm just a chef that knows what to do. Deshon: Come on, man, you can at least give me a snack. Sora: You want a cookie? Deshon: Yes, I would.
I snapped my fingers and summoned a blue & white cookie jar with Sophia kissing a chocolate chip cookie and peanut butter cookie. I took off the top and presented it to Deshon. He took one soft chocolate cookie out. Deshon: Thank you. Deshon eats the cookie. He had this satisfied expression, Deshon: This is the softest cookie I ever had. And the chocolate melts in my mouth. This cookie is literal perfection. Deshon reaches for the cookie jar. But I closed the lid in an instant. Deshon: Come on, bro! Deshon tried to grab the cookie jar, and I raised my arm above my head. Sora: These are Sophia's cookies. Deshon: Come on, bro, I need another one. Sora: Peyton probably can make better cookies than me anyway. Deshon backed off and sat on the couch. I put my arm down and grabbed a peanut butter cookie out of the jar, and ate it.
Sora: These are really good. It's so chewy and soft. Sophia probably misses these. Deshon: Didn't you say those for Sophia?! Sora: Yes, these are. But this cookie jar is special. Deshon: How is it special? Sora: It's an unlimited cookie spawner. Deshon: Nigga! Sora: Only three rooms are soundproof, I think. Don't wake up the entire household. Deshon: Bro, may you please give me some cookies? Sora: Hey, Peyton will take care of your hunger. I'm heading to bed. Enjoy the TV. And don't eat the food. It's not I, who you have to worry about. It's Sophia. When she gets angry about food, even I fear her. Deshon: I won't mess with it. Sora: Sir, let me say this I notice every single detail. If I see a tiny nimble on it, you're going to hear an earful from me. Deshon: All right, I got it.
Sora: Just as a precaution, Deshon. Deshon: Precaution for what?! Sora: You'll see. Dark Magic: Dark Summoning Circle. A lavender circle that is eight meters wide, then a black triangle appeared in the middle. Your intentions are righteous; only I care for your personality; your life before becoming a familiar, you were treated harshly, you were thrown away like trash when you were crippled, you're not useless, you have a purpose. Deshon: What are you doing? Sora: Your purpose is to serve me; please come to me, Bale. A black & lavender mist covered the middle of the triangle, but once the mist cleared, a five-foot-nine Caucasian female with black hair, hazel eyes, and a short button nose. And appearing in a black maid dress.
The lavender circle disappeared, and Bale looked at me and had this grateful expression on her. She'd curtsy to me. Bale: Master Blue, you summoned me? What is thou wish? Sora: Bale, I have a vital task for you. Bale: Oh, do tell. Sora: I need you to watch over this food while I rest. We might have a potential vulture that is sitting on a couch, and others before him might come. This task I would normally do myself, Bale. My last battle made me more ill than before, so I must sleep. Bale: The task shall be done. What if you don't wake up in time, master. What food does it belong to? All the sweets on the red plate belong to my mistress Sophia. Deshon: I love her southern belle accent! Sora: Yes, her accent is quite lovely. Bale: You're so kind, master. Deshon: Is she friendly? Sora: Oh, Bale is a gentle soul. That is also pretty powerful. She could even give me a run for my money. Bale: Oh, stop it master Blue, you praise me way too much.
Sora: It's true. You don't give yourself enough credit. You're incredible, and that's why I need you right now. The gray plate is Valdis, the one with the hash browns on it. The blue and cyan plates are for Valencia. Bale: And your heir Naomi Michelle Hestia correct? Deshon: Dang saying her whole government name. Sora: I'm am glad that you know of my daughter, Bale. Deshon: Excuse me, Bale, how old are you? You don't look like a day past twenty. Bale: Master, do I have to entertain this? Sora: You have free will, Bale. You don't need to ask me for permission. You're your own person. Bale: Then I choose not to answer then. Sora: Then that's alright with me.
Deshon gets up from the couch and gets in front of Bale. Bale keeps her attention on me the entire time. Deshon: Yo, Vesta, what's her deal? Sora: Okay, I know I said call me whatever you want, but my middle name? Deshon: Why not? So how old is she? Sora: A master must know they're familiar. If the familiar feel uncomfortable with something. Then it's the master's job to not cross those lines unless absolutely necessary. Deshon: Oh, come on, don't be like that. She will not be mad at you. If you tell me. Sora: Deshon, the more you delay me, the less sleep I get.
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Deshon: You didn't have to whip out Bale. Just answer my questions so you can go to bed. Sora: What is the question? Deshon: How old is Bale? Sora: She's none of your darn business. Deshon: Blue, I got some dirt on you. I'll tell Sophia. Sora: What are you talking about? Deshon: You and Zea. Sora: Bro, she already knows. Deshon: Cap. I'm going to wake her up and tell her. Sora: That's a dangerous task. Are you sure you want to go with it? Deshon: Absolutely. Sora: I got to warn you. Waking Sophia at this time is quite scary. Deshon: It can't be that bad.
Deshon and I walked up the stairs and went to my room door. Deshon opened up the door, and both of us went in. Sophia is sleeping on her side, facing the left in a king-sized bed with a royal blue-colored blanket with a photo of Sophia with her long blonde hair down and me embracing in black hoodies, sweatpants, and black sneakers while we're holding microphones in our hands. Next to the bed are two nightstands on each side. Then there are dressers on the left wall of the bed, the one in front of the bed with a seventh five-inch flat screen tv above it. Next, the balcony to the far right with the glass doors closed.
Awe, she looks so peaceful. She is somewhat of an angel while she's sleeping. But now Deshon is about to wake the devil up.
Deshon creeps closer to Sophia's bedside. And he darts back at me for permission. I shrug my shoulders at him. He frowns his face, then he gently taps Sophia on the left shoulder, covered by the blanket. Sophia lets out a soft tiresome groan. Deshon softly shakes her left shoulder. Sophia let out another groan but a little louder this time. And Sophia left arm reaches for the left side and grabs nothing but air. I tap Deshon's back, and he glances back. I gestured for him to leave. Deshon: Sophia, wake up. Sophia keeps reaching for the left side of the bed.
Deshon: Sophia! Wake your behind up! Sophia faintly called out for me. Deshon: I wish a girl called out my name while she's sleeping. Sophia: Sora, pat my head. Sophia faintly cried out. Deshon gestured for me to stop. And he begins petting Sophia's head. Sophia immediately clutched Deshon's right wrist. Deshon tries to pull away. But he can't get away. Deshon: Blue, help. I went to Sophia's bedside and kissed her hand that had Deshon's hand in it. She'd loosen her grip on Deshon. But Deshon still can't get out of her grip. I began patting her head. Sophia relinquished her grip, woke up, and popped her head up, and she had this disoriented expression. She glances at Deshon and immediately turns her attention to me. Sophia: It's time for practice already? I still feel tired. Don't make me go. Deshon: No, it's not time yet.
Sophia: Then why did you wake me up? Sophia yawns and stretches out her arms. Deshon: Well, I have something to tell you. Or it might be a question. Sophia: Can't this wait? Deshon: No. It cannot. I placed Sophia's head close to my chest. Sophia: Is it that important? Deshon: Yes, it seriously is. Sophia wrapped her arms around me and snuggled her head into my chest. Sophia: Say it. Justin walks into the room and taps Deshon on the shoulder. Deshon was startled by Justin. Justin: What are you nerds talking about?
Deshon: I'm informing Sophia about Sora and Zea. Justin: This is about to be good. Deshon: Sophia, your nigga here fucked Zea. Sophia casually rubs her eyes. Sophia: He already told me. Justin: When did he tell you? Sophia: When everyone was going to bed. Deshon: Aren't you mad at this nigga? Sophia: I'm not mad, not even in the slightest. Deshon: He might've already fucked her again while he was gone. Sophia: Deshon, I know my Sora. I know what he craves. Justin: What?! Deshon: So you're okay with him fucking Zea, on his own free will? He's not being forced or anything. Losing his bleeping v-card to Zea. So you're cool with it? Justin: And what do you mean about you know your Sora?
Sophia: I don't like that it happened. What I mean by... Sophia drifted off to sleep. Deshon: Sophia! Wake your tail up! Sophia opened her eyes and turned to the guys while still holding on to me. Sophia: I'm up. Justin: Finish what you were saying so you can go to bed. Sophia: Sora warned me about this being a possibility as a joke multiple times after we were done with the entrance exams. I should've listened. Deshon: That's why you're not mad at him?! Sophia: No. He always had a difficult time controlling his lust. He craves me, and I flat-out ignore him. It's my fault for Zea taking him away from me.
Four Hours Earlier In The Bed Room
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Sophia began putting on her black shirt with her and me on the front, standing back to back. Sophia: Why is Benson making us practice six in the morning? This is cruel and unusual punishment! Azul, make yourself useful and do my nails! Sora: What color will it be this time? Sophia: Blue. As Sophia barked out her orders behind the covers in the bed. I grabbed the blue nail polish from the top of the dresser. And sat on the bed right next to her. Sora: Who got you smiling like that?! Sophia: I'm glad that you're back. I unscrewed the nail polish and started doing her nails. Sora: Tomorrow is going to be fun, I mean. Later on, today will be amusing. Sophia: When do you have to take your new medicine? Sora: Morning time for the first batch, then the second batch has to be taken during the evening hours.
Sophia: I'll make sure you don't forget. Sora: Thanks. Sophia: Mamá, te estaba buscando. Sora: What did your mom want? Sophia: Checando en ti. Sora: Checking on me for what? I'm still capable of performing the task at hand. Sophia: No, it's not like that. She wanted to make sure that you were well. That's all. Sora: Eso es?! Sophia: Yep, pretty much. And she wanted to tell you congrats on your first match. Sora: Eso no es todo! Sophia: Okay, maybe I left out a couple of unnecessary details. But it's her usual antics. You know how she acts. Sora: Dilo! Sophia: Did you do the deed yet? You're trying so desperately to hold in that stupid laugh of yours in! Déjalo salir. I let out my hearty laugh. Sora: So what did you tell her? Sophia: The truth. We didn't do anything. Sora: You should've told a lie. Just think about her reactions?! Sophia: I think you seemed way too excited over this. Sora: I'm not saying to keep up the lie; I'd just want to see her reaction to it? Wait, one second. When was the last time did your folks see you? Sophia: Two days ago, I think. I wasn't really paying attention to anything when you were gone. Why? Sora: No reason.
Sophia: How long your eyes going to stay like that? Sora: You don't like it? Sophia: I didn't say that. It's just a different color than usual. Sora: They will like this for a little while. I can use illusion magic to change the color. Sophia: No, don't. They're fine. I got done painting her nails. I sat nail polish to the side. Sora: You want me to fast dry your nails? Sophia: I got it this time. Sora: Better not set your room on fire again. Sophia: It's your fault that you jumped scared me! Sora: I couldn't help it. You were so focused. I had to break your concentration.
Sophia: I almost forgot. Next time there's another Kane situation, I'm fighting. You're not hogging up the action. I like fighting as much as you do. Well, maybe a little less than you. Sora: I'll allow you to fight. But promise me one thing. Sophia: What is it? Sora: Don't pull a Deshon! Both of us laughed hysterically. Sophia: Okay, I know when I beat. Like seriously, what's wrong with that man?! He doesn't know he's super weak. Don't allow him to fight. Sora: Deshon is his own man. He can make his own decisions. Sophia: Azule, qué está mal? Sora: Nothing. Everything is going well. Couldn't ask for more. Sophia: Usted me puede decir. Sora: It's nothing. Sophia: Se honesta conmigo. I took a deep breath. My heart is racing.
It's time to tell her. I don't want these kinda secrets. I have to her the truth. Just ignoring it, is just going to make things a lot worse. And it's better to hear it from me then someone else.
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Sora: Me acosté con Zea. Sophia's joyous expression dropped to a somber one. She'd grabbed my right hand and placed it on her face. Sophia: I already knew. Sora: How did you know? Sophia: I just had a feeling. You look more relaxed. Sora: Sofi, siempre te querré. Sophia: I know how you are. I blindly ignored your desires. Even though how you were feeling. She raised my chin up, and she leaned in for a quick kiss. Sora: You don't hate me? You're not going to scream and tear up the place? Sophia: It's my fault. So...how many times did you fuck her? I know it's way more than one. Don't lie, be honest with me. Sora: There were two occasions of it happening. She moved my hand away from her. And got on top of me. She gave me multiple kisses on the cheek. Sophia: Sky, don't try to sugarcoat it. Sora: Between the two occasions. We fucked twenty-seven times before I came back tonight. Well, yesterday night. She began kissing me on the lips. Sophia: There's the truth. Let me ask you this. Do you still crave me? Sora: Hell yes. Sophia: Take off your shirt. I ripped off my shirt and tossed it to the side of the bed. Sophia began nibbling on my neck and started caressing my chest.
Then out of nowhere, Deshon opened the door with a bag of chips. Sophia turns her head around. Deshon: Sophia, you said you would help me with my homework earlier today. Sophia: Oh, yeah, that's right. Sophia got off of me. And put on her gray robe with her and me on each side, blowing kisses at one another. And started making her way out of the room. Sora: At all times! Deshon: Sorry, academics first kid. I think you had enough action for a while. Sophia: What is that supposed to mean? Deshon: Nothing. Sophia walked out and Deshon right before he closed the door. Deshon: Good luck with the blue balls. And quickly closed it.
Sora: That motherfucker! I was so close! Damn it! I won't get another shot like that! I'm going to kill that nigga! I had Sophia in the palm of my hand. If that nigga does this shit again. I swear to God, I'm going to blast this nigga out of this building! I started punching holes in the wall behind the bed.
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