~Ahvia~
One would think that after watching Damien aka my roommate almost murder someone last night, I'd stay far, far away from him.
But, nope! As usual, my brain and common sense had never been on speaking terms.
That's how I ended up following him across the academy grounds like some sort of a creepy detective.
It wasn't my fault, really. He was a walking mystery. He was walking carrying around this unusual air, and I had a weakness for revealing things I wasn't supposed to touch. Plus, after last night's display of pure, undefeated rage, I needed answers.
What set him off? Why was everyone so terrified of him? And, more importantly, where the hell was he going at the crack of dawn?
Hunting? Killing again? Or is he in some kind of mafia community?
I had to find out.
Unfortunately, my brilliant plan to silently follow Damien was rudely interrupted by none other than Ronan Gray, the bitch face asshole.
Ronan ,Bellworth's famous asshole, ego bigger than the academy itself had a special talent for pissing people off. And today, he set his eyes on me.
"Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" Ronan Said, stepping in front of me like he owned the air I breathed.
I barely resisted the need to roll my eyes. "None of your business, dumbass. Move."
His smirk widened. "Feisty this morning, aren't we?"
I stepped to the side. He blocked me again.
Oh, hell no, are we in kindergarten?
"I said, move," I repeated, my patience was running very low right now.
"What if I don't?" Ronan tilted his head, mocking. "Gonna cry?"
I exhaled through my nose. "No. I'm gonna kick your ass."
That made him laugh. Actually laugh. Like I was the best joke he'd heard all year.
And that's when I got angry.
Before he could react, I grabbed his hand and twisted it sharply, yanking him off balance. His smirk vanished, replaced by a startled cry. I used this moment against him, sweeping his legs out from under him.
THUD.
Ronan hit the ground with a shameful grunt.
Students around us stopped their conversation, their eyes widening as they realized what just happened.
"You…" Ronan growled, trying to stand up, but I wasn't done.
The second he got to his knees, I jabbed my elbow into his shoulder, forcing him back down. Then I grabbed the back of his shirt and took him into a chokehold, wrapping my arm around his throat just tight enough to make him panic.
"Listen, Ronan, the asshole," I said sweetly, leaning close. "I'm really not in the mood to deal with your tiny ego today. So, either you stay down, or I make sure you won't be able to get up for a while. Your choice." I had to make them believe I wasn't the one to mess with.
He grunted. His hands were at my arm, trying to get out of my tight hold but I didn't budge.
The crowd was dead silent for about two seconds….
Then came the laughter.
And not just a few chuckles but full on, humiliating, laughter.
"Holy crap Ronan just got taken down by a girl."
"A girl! Who would believe that!"
"He didn't even last five seconds."
"This is the best thing I've ever seen."
Ronan's face turned red, and I swear I saw steam was about to come out of his ears. But before he could make another move, I let go, stepping back.
"Next time, don't waste my time," I said, removing imaginary dust from my shirt sleeve. "If you want to fight,you know where to find me,but now! I have something better to do".
By something better,I meant stalking Damien Crowe,the devil himself.
Ronan gave me a murderous glare before helping himself to his feet and storming off, disappearing into the crowd.
"Damn." Someone whistled. "That was brutal."
I shrugged and turned only to find Damien standing a few feet away, watching.
Oh.
I'd been so caught up kicking Ronan's ass that I hadn't noticed him stop.
His face was unreadable as usual. Does he ever smile?
I took it as my cue to start walking again.
"What? No applause?" I asked as I fell into step beside him.
Nothing.
I smirked. "Figures. You don't seem like the congratulating type."
Silence.
"Oh, come on, at least acknowledge the fact that I just humiliated Ronan, the second most feared student in Bellworth in front of half the school. That was gold."
Nothing.
Okay?
I looked at him. "Do you even speak?"
His jaw twitched. "You talk too much."
"Yeah, I've heard that before," I said cheerfully. "Doesn't stop me, though."
Damien sighed, like my existence alone was exhausting him.
I grinned. Perfect.
"So, where exactly are you sneaking off to this early in the morning?" I pressed, I was nosy but I had to know if I was going to share the room with him.
"None of your business."
"Ooh. Cold. Is this your only personality, or do you have an actual human setting somewhere? like laughing, crying, you know?"
He ignored me, he always does that but I don't mind.
I shrugged and I took that as a challenge.
"So, last night was fun," I said casually. "You know, watching you nearly kill someone in the middle of the school. Real bonding moment."
His steps didn't stop, but I didn't miss the way his fingers turned into fists.
Bingo.
Finally a reaction!
"Oh, so you do have emotions," I said smiling. "Good to know. For a second, I thought you might actually be a robot."
Damien stopped walking.
I nearly ran into him, bumping my head in his back.
For the first time since we left the dorms, he turned to face me, his golden eyes turned sharp.
"Why are you following me?" His voice was low and dangerous.
I smirked up at him. "Because you're interesting."
His expression didn't change, but I caught the way his brow raised like whatever I said annoyed him.
Good.
"And because I'm bored," I added. "But mostly because you're interesting. You've got that whole ''silent, brooding, I-have-a-dark-past' thing going on, and I need to know what makes you like this."
He stared at me for a long moment, his gaze was still blank.
Then, to my absolute delight, he turned away and kept walking.
Which meant he wasn't telling me to leave. Which meant I'd just won.
I grinned. "Well, this is going to be fun."
Damien didn't respond.
I'll find out what he is! Are the rumors true?If yes, then that'll be so interesting.