Chapitre 18: Playtime
I watched her from a distance, heart pounding in a way that felt foreign. Amara Gilbert, the girl with fiery red curls cascading down her shoulders, each lock seemingly alive with its own personality. Her curls danced as she laughed, a sound that echoed through the schoolyard, making my chest tighten. Her skin, a rich milk chocolate, glowed in the afternoon light, while her eyes sparkled like pink quartz, a hue so soft and rare it felt like something out of a dream. She was captivating, magnetic in a way that drew everyone in—especially me.
I leaned against the brick wall of the school, a shadow among the other students milling about after cheerleading practice and football drills. The air was thick with excitement, and I could hear snippets of conversations drifting my way. But I was more focused on Amara than on anything else, intrigued by the way she moved, the confident grace in her posture. She was mesmerizing.
As she chatted with Jeremy, I felt a pull toward her, an insatiable desire to be closer, to be part of whatever it was that made her laugh so easily. That was when I noticed Jenna approaching, her demeanor slightly distracted. A flicker of mischief sparked in my mind.
"Jenna," I called out, my voice smooth and charming. She looked up, and I could already see the wheels turning in her mind as she tried to figure out why I was here. I stepped closer, letting my eyes gleam with just enough intensity to catch her attention. "You know, I heard there's going to be a family dinner tonight. How about you invite me along?"
Jenna blinked, clearly caught off guard. "Um, I don't think—"
"Surely you'd want your family to enjoy a nice evening together," I pressed, my tone shifting to a more persuasive cadence. "It wouldn't be a proper gathering without me, would it?"
The suggestion hung in the air, and I could see the internal battle playing out on her face. I leaned in just a bit closer, letting my words weave around her like a warm embrace. "Just think of it as a way to spice up the evening. Besides, I'm quite entertaining."
The compulsion took hold, and her posture relaxed. "Okay. I'll invite you," she said, a smile appearing as if it was her own idea all along. "It'll be fun!"
"Perfect," I replied, a satisfied smirk dancing on my lips. "I'll see you there."
Later that evening, I found myself stepping into the Gilbert household, a world filled with familial warmth. The dining room was alive with laughter, chatter, and the clinking of silverware, all swirling around me as I moved through the space. I could see Elena bustling about, setting plates and pouring drinks, her usual bright energy fueling the gathering.
But I wasn't here for her, nor my brother.
I slid into the atmosphere like a dark whisper, my presence unnoticed at first. Jeremy was busy helping set the table, and I could see Bonnie and Caroline exchanging lighthearted banter. They seemed blissfully unaware of the unease that trailed in my wake, like a shadow lurking at the edge of their merriment.
Then there was Amara, a beacon amidst the domestic chaos. She stood by the kitchen island, her fiery curls catching the soft light, looking effortlessly beautiful. As she tossed her head back in laughter, I couldn't help but admire how every detail about her seemed to dance in rhythm with her vibrant spirit. The blue lock of hair framed her face like a streak of lightning, setting her apart in a way that made my heart race.
"Hey, Jenna," I called out, feigning nonchalance as she approached. "I hope you don't mind me crashing the party. I thought I could bring a little excitement to the evening."
Jenna's smile was forced, but she nodded. "It's fine, Damon. Just… don't make it too awkward."
I chuckled lightly, savoring the taste of her unease. "No promises," I said, my gaze shifting toward Amara, who was still engaged in conversation with Jeremy. "Besides, I think everyone will appreciate my company. I am quite the conversationalist."
As I took a seat at the table, I noticed Amara glance my way, her pink eyes narrowing slightly with curiosity. It sent a thrill down my spine; she was keen, perceptive. A small part of me reveled in the challenge of winning her over while threading my intentions carefully through the fabric of this family gathering.
Jeremy glanced at me as he poured himself a glass of water. "What's your deal?"
"Just here to get to know my brother's friends," I replied smoothly, keeping my tone light. "Family dinners can be so dull without a little chaos, wouldn't you agree?"
Amara smirked slightly, clearly not buying into my charm. "Chaos? I think we have enough of that with our usual group."
"True," I said, locking eyes with her. "But there's always room for a little more fun. Right, Jenna?"
"Sure, I guess," Jenna replied, glancing nervously between us.
The dinner continued, with small talk and lighthearted jabs bouncing between us. I allowed myself to drift through the conversations, my attention predominantly fixed on Amara. Her laughter was intoxicating, and the way her curls bounced made it hard to resist the urge to reach out and touch them.
At one point, I caught her gaze again. "You know, Amara," I began, leaning forward just enough to pull her into my orbit. "You have an incredible energy. It's infectious."
She raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched across her features. "You're just saying that because you want something."
"Perhaps," I admitted, allowing my smirk to widen. "But who wouldn't want to be around someone so… radiant?"
The table fell into a quiet lull as the others exchanged glances, their suspicions tightening like a noose. I could sense their wariness, especially from Jeremy, who seemed to be on high alert. But I held Amara's gaze, intent on unraveling her defenses, wanting her to see that there was more to me than the darkness they all feared.
After dinner, the atmosphere shifted as everyone drifted into smaller groups, laughter echoing around the room. I seized the opportunity to lean closer to Amara, watching her interact with Jeremy and Bonnie, the way her smile lit up the space. There was something ethereal about her, something that made her feel like the calm in the storm.
"Care to step outside for a breath of fresh air?" I suggested, my voice low enough to be inviting. "I promise I don't bite… much."
She hesitated, casting a glance at her brother. But the allure of curiosity tugged at her, and soon enough, she nodded, pushing back from the table.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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