The universe hates me
***POV - Melaena
I jump onto Axel’s back, falling over his head onto his lap. He tickles me and I eagerly roll away to sit next to Kiara. Axel only has classes one day a week, so having him here is always a special occasion for me.
He hands me a large sandwich and I take a big bite, chewing slowly. I’m starving and this sandwich is delicious so I utter a soft satisfying moan. A silence falls over the group and I open my eyes, just to see everybody looking at me amused.
“What? I’m hungry, okay.”
Noah walks up to us, talking on his phone. He seems distracted, his free hand running through his deep red hair.
“So are we doing something?” Jesse asks looking around the group. We’re all finished with our classes for the day.
“I’m going for a run and then off to see Hawk. After that, dance class.”
“Ug, way too energetic for my like,” Jesse snort, “I was thinking more along the lines of a movie or something.”
“Sorry, Jesse, but we have a family meeting tonight,” Kiara says lazily.
I grab my bag and Alejandro jumps up to walk with me, but he’s surprisingly silent and I notice a vein jumping on the side of his neck.
“Is something wrong?” He turns and looks at me, his blue eyes sad.
“Sorry, I’m just distracted. Noah’s little sister is sick and has to get some tests done, so I’m just thinking how to help them pay for it all.”
“Oh. How old is she?”
“Seven.” It must be hard to worry about money all the time. We’ve always been super-rich so that’s something I’ve never experienced. I’ve never been the excessive spending type of diva, and Uncle John tried his best not to spoil us by letting us work for our money, also do our bit for charity, but we’ve never felt the disadvantages of being poor.
“Ale, don’t worry about the money, we’ll figure it out, okay?”
“Thanks, sorella.” He gives me a lopsided grin and then walks away, hands in his pockets. I head to the locker room to get changed.
I take out my phone and put on my playlist, but first type ‘sorella’ in to translate. Turns out it’s the Italian word for ‘sister’. I can’t help smiling, thinking about how quickly Alejandro and I developed a deep bond.
I turn up the volume, put in those earphones, and start with a slow jog around the field, thinking about Ren. He’s still going on about wanting me back. I know I don’t love him, hell I’m not even sure I like him that much. He’s just the first guy to ask me out, and I wonder whose fault that is? Suddenly a pair of green eyes appear in my mind. Why do I keep thinking about him?
“Dreaming of me?” The voice next to me startles me and I trip over my own feet, falling forward. I brace myself for the impact with the ground, but it doesn’t come. Instead, I’m leaning onto a muscular body, strong arms wrapped around me. I slowly look up into those mocking green puddles.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” My words do not affect him, he just plants a BEAST-grin on his face and does that irritating eye-thing of his. I’m so spellbound by his eyes that I keep staring into them for a while.
“You always seem to ask me that?” He frowns slightly. “Kiara said I’ll find you here.” He tilts his head, and I perve over his body dressed in tracksuit pants and a very tight-fitting T-shirt. A red hoody is loosely tied around his waist.
I somehow manage to get out of my trans and start running again, thinking that maybe if I ignore him long enough, he would disappear, but he easily keeps up with me as if he doesn’t even put in any effort. We run in silence and I wonder why Logan had to have friends.
“So, it seems you’re ok then … “ He looks confused so I add “… after the accident.” I almost had a heart attack after I’ve read the message. I swear I was dying, by far the scariest moment in my life.
“Yes, nothing serious. Thalia sprained her ankle, but she’s fine.” He smiles at me, but my heart cringes at the thought of Thalia. They were on their way to his parents, so things between them must be rather serious. But not long ago he told his mom that he loves Chloe so much it hurts. Either he doesn’t know what love is or he’s more of a player than I thought. Suddenly I just need to know how serious it really is.
“So, Thalia … seems like it’s serious?” I keep my eyes on the track, not daring to look at him.
“Serious?” Ug, he’s going to make it hard, I just know it. I look at the sky and roll my eyes, cursing fate for putting him in my life.
“Yes, I mean, you took her to meet your parents.” Just keep on running Mel, don’t stop.
“My parents?” Yep, he’s making it hard. He can be such a stick sometimes.
“Are you just going to repeat everything I say or are we going to actually have a real conversation.” This time I glare at him.
“I just don’t know where you’re going with this.” He stops and grabs my arm, forcing me to do the same.
“Do you love her?” Stupid Mel, I curse myself for blurting that out, so I try to rectify the situation quickly.
“Sorry, it’s none of my business.” I turn around and start walking towards the place where I dropped my bag.
“Yes of course I love her.” My heart sinks into my sneakers. He loves her. I feel a few tears trying to escape my eyes, but I blink to push them back. I can’t let him see me crying. How in the hell would I explain that? And at least now I know he doesn’t have a clue what love is.
“Oh.” Even in my ears, my voice sounded soggy. “But what about Chloe then?”
“Mel, what do you really want to know?” He’s a few steps behind me.
“Forget it.” I grab my bag laying next to the track and start walking to the buildings a few yards away from us, where the equestrian field and stables are located. He takes the bag from me and slings it over his shoulder with ease.
“Where are you going?” I stop suddenly and Damion walks smack into me, his arms automatically circling my waist.
“To see the love of my life.” His face drops and his eyes flicker with a strange glow. We continue walking in silence. Damion props his hands in his pockets and his eyes looking down. He kicks the ground, mumbling something about assholes that need to be put into place. Yep, he’s just as dysfunctional as my brothers.
“Hey, Mel.” Alejandro walks towards us and Damion’s face drops even more. Seeing Alejandro the tears start forming in my eyes again and I run to him, needing a comforting hug right about now. Alejandro drops his bag and puts his arms around me, probably confused as hell but I don’t care. I’ll explain later.
“Sorella, are you alright?” He sounds worried and I just cling to him a little more, nodding my head cause I don’t trust my voice. He strokes my back and I feel the tension moving from my body until I’m calm enough to face the devil again.
“Hi, Damion, right?” Alejandro says over my head. I can’t see either of them, but I can feel the tension suddenly building in the air. Ale lowers his head and with a little giggle whispers in my ear so Damion can’t hear “Jealous bastard.” I bite my lip feeling much better.
Ale lets me go and stares at Damion, his eyes sparkling with mischieve. He receives a cold murderous stare back but doesn’t look faced at all. Damion on the other hand looks as if he wants to explode. Geez, men.
“Are you gonna be okay?” Ale asks cupping my face and I nod with a brave smile.
He picks up his bag and we watch Ale as he walks away. Then he turns back and shouts at me.
“Call me later.” I smile and wave, knowing he just did that to piss of Damion even further.
“What are you doing with that guy?” Damion sounds as cold as the frozen fires in his eyes.
“He’s my hate-buddy. Not that it has anything to do with you.” We reach the paddock where Hawk is standing half-asleep. I reach into my bag and retrieve a carrot, holding it over the fence.
Shadow Hawk is an Appaloosa Sports Horse, black with white spots on his butt and chest, four white stockings, and a big white blaze covering most of his face as well as his ears. And to complete his uniqueness, he has one blue eye, one black. He’s just absolutely gorgeous, standing at almost 17 hands.
“Hey boy.” He neighs softly and walks over, grabbing the carrot from my hand, shaking his head while chewing. Then he walks closer again, looking for some more. He starts pushing Damion with his head as if it will magically produce more carrots. I laugh but notice that Damion’s sulky attitude is gone and instead he looks at Hawk with loving eyes, rubbing his soft nose.
“He’s beautiful!” His hand moves slowly along his silky neck.
“Do you ride?” I ask. Damion looks at me, a softness in his green eyes that I’ve never seen before, but then the shield goes up again, concealing his emotions.
“Just for fun.” He is still running his hands over Hawk’s neck. I give my pig of a horse all the carrots and as soon as he sees there’s nothing more for him to eat, he trots off with his tail in the air, shaking his head.
“So, can we go now? The others will meet us at my house for the meeting.”
“Nope, I have one more stop.”
“What?” I laugh at his confused face and start walking to another building.
“Long story, but Kiara and I teach these little kids to dance.” He is tangled in his thoughts, so I keep quiet and rather try to manage the tingles in my body each time his arm accidentally rubs against mine.
Damion holds open the door for me and I walk down the passage towards the dance studio. The next moment I trip over my own feet and like deja vu Damion catches me again. He keeps me smashed against his very hard chest, looking down at me with those demon eyes.
“Don’t you make a lovely couple, but if you wouldn’t mind Mr. Perfect, she needs to get to work,” Damion smirks at Anne and lets me go.
Gmf, Mr. Perfect, fuck me!
“That can be arranged!” Damion says softly just for my ears. I jump, did I say it out loud. Oh, boy. I should seriously stop saying stupid things around him.
“In your dreams!” My snort sounds convincing enough while I’m walking away.
“Hey boy, get your eyes off her butt!” Anne shouts and I turn around, eyes throwing daggers at him.
“You just look so perky in those tiny little shorts.” He lifts his shoulders and scowls, making me even angrier. Anne just laughs and shakes her head mumbling something about young love.
“Mind if I watch?” Anne looks him up and down as if measuring his abilities, contemplating his offer.
“Are you going to be a distraction?”
“Distraction?” His face looks confused, almost worried and I can’t help but smile.
“Yes, are you going to distract my girls?” Anne is still measuring him, for what I don’t know.
“Nope,” He accentuates and pulls out the p. She frowns a bit but then shoves him in the direction where the other moms are sitting, waiting for the class to start. The flickering of admiration in their eyes doesn’t go unnoticed and he blushes while running a hand through his hair before he takes a seat. Who knew, the great Damion Grimm can be shy?
We’re using the song ‘Unstoppable’ from Sia, the choreography is superb, it’s going to hit a home run at the competition. And these kids’ skills are striking it out of the ballpark, that’s for sure. For an age-group between 5 and 8, they’re scary good, the two boys, and 9 girls, doing backflips and jumps that’s out of this world.
They’re acting out a story where demons fight against an angel and at the end the little angel is triumphant. This scene is pretty perfect, the boys lifting the angel girl in the air and then her wings pop out like magic leaving goosebumps on one’s skin. We’re going to win for sure. Kiara works with the demons and the angel is in my hands - going through the routine, fixing minor problems until all of us fall exhausted onto the ground laughing.
“Ok, we’ll continue tomorrow. Practice your steps.” Screams, shouts, and a hug-pile of small bodies surround me excitedly. Then the boys’ faces suddenly turn into silent statues of admiration.
“You’re Damion Grimm?” Chris, one of the boys in the group asks, his eyes shining with admiration. Damion bends down and shakes his hand.
“Yes. What’s your name?”
“Chris and this is Evan.” Damion shakes the other boy’s hand. “Damn, that’s so cool, wait till I tell my friends at school.” Evan’s face looks like he just picked up a million bucks. And then the girls move to attack Damion’s lower legs, almost causing him to fall over.
Anne turns to walk away, but then she turns back and points her finger at Damion as if she wants to say something, but she doesn’t. Instead, she walks past me and whispers, hard enough for Damion to hear.
“This one’s a keeper girl. HOT.” She spells the last word, fanning herself with her hand. “And those eyes are to die for.” She finally walks away laughing. The kids run to their moms, patiently waiting at the door, and with big hand gestures supposedly explain to them that they just met somebody very important.
Damion holds out his hand at me, but I just rush past him, bumping him with my shoulder, making a beeline for the door.
“Ouch!” He mocks, faking an injury.
“I hate you so bad!”
“Cruel, you’re hurting my sensitive feelings.” He pouts his mouth like a small child and I have to be blind not to admit that it’s super cute. This guy is the ultimate player, playing girls like a fiddle, knowing exactly what strings to pull.
“I’m sure all this … “ I move my hand in big circle movements gesturing his whole body, “… thing you do, make girls kneel before you begging for attention, but it’s for sure as hell not working on THIS girl! So you might as well stop trying to get me to drop my panties, it ain’t happening.”
“Damn, now my feelings are mutilated.”
“Ug, you don’t have any feelings!”
“Just to put things straight, usually, the girls start begging when I kneel, giving them … “ I snort, not wanting him to finish his sentence so I fast-walk to the door again.
“I am willing to demonstrate by the way.” His laugh sends goose-pimples down my spine. I keep on walking not trusting myself to answer that, cause the image of him kneeling before me doing whatsoever is stuck in my mind now. He takes my hand and as soon as the tingles settle down, I know my previous words are just a scam. I might just drop my whole wardrobe for this man, but he for sure as hell doesn’t need to know that.
“Mel, I’ll meet you guys at Damion’s place. I promised Axel to drive with him.” Kiara waves at me while walking out the door with a big smile on her face and her eyes on our locked hands. Sometimes I can drown my BFF in a puddle.
The air outside is cold and I’m just dressed in my skimpy gym attire. Damion takes the hoody from his waist and hands it to me.
“Here, we don’t want you to catch a cold.” I take it slowly, contemplating what to do, but then the coldness wins and I put it on. It’s way too big for me, almost stretching up to my knees like a dress and it smells like him.
“Thanks.” He nods and then he takes my hand again. I try to pry it away, but he just increases his grip, lacing his fingers with mine.
“Any more loved ones you need to go see, or can we go now.”
“Firstly, it’s not your problem.” I snap at him.
“And secondly?” He looks at me with that panty-dropping smile again. No wonder this guy has a reputation, cause I bet every girl just can’t help but want to screw him.
“That’s actually all I got.” He laughs, throwing his head to the side, and I cramp my legs together trying to keep my now-soaked panty up. Shoot, since when did I become such a slut?
The universe truly hates me, that’s for sure.