Titan Forging: Origins

SIX || Formal Pt.1

Daniel jolted off of bed the next morning, lifting up his t-shirt to see what was underneath. What he saw was pure beauty.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh, yeeeaaaahhhh!" He said to himself. "Daddy got better abs."

He put his shirt down, stretching, taking his time to get ready to brag at Levi and Cayson. They probably had the same amount, but it was worth going at it. His phone later rang, buzzing like a rat having a seizure. He looked at who it was, sighing.

"Troya. It's a good thing you called," he said.

"Hey..."

"Before you say anything else, could you go to my Formal with me?"

"What's the code?"

"Black and blue."

"Yeah, sure. I have nothing better to do this week anyway."

"Thanks. So, what's up?"

"Um... I, uh. I have something to tell you..." She confessed.

"Okay, shoot..."

"I've had enough with Ryker. He's been so controlling, and I just can't take it."

"Troy, you're not thinking of-"

"I'm breaking up with him."

"No! You can't! He's going to open his mouth and they're going to get you. Both of us."

"Not unless I go to them first. I found something that Ryker had been hiding too."

Daniel waited for the answer, but when he did hear it, the color drained from his face.

Troya took a deep breath. "Ryker has the Idol."

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Chelsea woke up with a smile on her face, feeling like she was sleeping in the clouds. Could a day start this good? If it could it, would be a great sin. She got up, washed her face, and brushed her teeth to start getting ready for school.

Her phone dinged, signaling a message came in, making her scramble over her bed to reach it. She already knew who it was.

Cay: Good Morning Beautiful ;)

This made her smile.

Classified: Hello, my King :P
Cay: Did you sleep well?
Classified: Like a baby, lol
Cay: Yeah, that's right, my baby ;)

There were some things that Cayson did that made her stomach flutter with an ineffable emotion.

Classified: Alright, imma get ready so you can admire my beauty when we get to school XD
Cay: ;D Okay, my Queen.

Chelsea put her phone down, striding to her closet to see what she could put on for the day. She had no idea what to wear today. Her closet was fully loaded - packed that is - yet she didn't have anything that pleased her day outfit. Chelsea walked to her bed and collapsed face down, groaning.

What do I wear??  Chelsea thought.

She flipped to the other side to face the ceiling, thinking of what to do. Her curly blonde hair spread across the sheets as she took her phone again, scrolling down her contacts to see who could help her. Lexa was one of them, she figured she could help her. 

"Hey Chels, what's up?" Lexa said, walking to her bathroom, grabbing her hair brush with her phone in the other hand.

"Brattle. I need your help. ASAP," Chelsea said.