Bab 47: ~ 47: Under The Weather - Part 2 ~
"Congratulations!" we yelled at the group of sprinters from our university.
Their many smiles spoke louder than their words of thanks. The coach was having a hearty time with them, laughing and joining the conversation. The female athletes were happily talking or gossiping about the day, while the male athletes either played board games or talked about happenings in life in general.
A shadow towered us as the two of us hurdled for warmth. We retracted to see green eyes shimmering through the now shaggy blond hair. He was wearing the team's white jacket and black shorts along with his mixed collection of medallions. And the first thing he did was pass the jacket onto Mel's shoulders, eyeing me from the side as he left with her. A surprised Mel questioned the change and he just said he had to talk to her about something.
I ignored him with all I had as my heart ached at his gesture. Was he trying to prove that he was right and that I was wrong, despite the error he committed? I hadn't snitched on them or spoke falsely about them at all. And they had won the gold medal for it.
Feeling the devastation of losing him sinking deeper into my heart, I felt fall in front of me as I was yanked back into a muscular wall. A pair of arms were placed a little above my waist and a head came to settle on the side of my head.
"Lucas?" I breathed, turning my head to meet his eye. The little ring had started to glow and I tried to hide it from all eyes.
"No one can see that," he said as he rubbed the tip of his nose on my hair. "Unless the person has a strong magical relationship with you as destined by fate."
Relief flooded my soul and I sighed deeply. I rubbed his bony cheek as I congratulated him, receiving many nuzzles in return. He was probably just basking in my scent for as long as he could.
From the corner of my eyes, I saw someone advance but was held back by a smaller figure. That was when Lucas said, "He will come back to you, don't you worry. This ought to have made him jealous despite the reason you had given him."
'Is that why do did this?' I asked in my mind in a disappointed voice.
'More like I'm doing a missed favour,' he answered telepathically. 'You had almost summoned me when it was raining ice and water. How ill were you?'
'We rode some rented cycles to get to the finish line and explored the city for a bit. We thought it would be cloudy, but who knew it would sleet? How could this have happened without any prediction?'
'It usually rains around this time of the year here. But the ice was definitely not expected. Now we have strayed away from the topic. If everything was fine, why did you summon me?'
'I swear I didn't summon you! Also, people are looking at us and imagining great things. Could we go somewhere more private?'
"Let them see," he whispered in my ear as he put his hands into the jacket's pockets. "The cold weather got you for good and you deserve some nice warmth to undo the effect."
"But you will be cold..." I trailed off as my throat tightened.
"I'm a hyperthermic, according to the human's rules of body temperature. I wouldn't be affected as you think a normal person would. I'm different, remember?"
I enjoyed his warmth as much as it lasted between him and the jacket. He had to go dine and celebrate with his friends and as I didn't want to eat anything after all those snacks, which were as good as dinner, I sat down on a bench near the school wall and lazily scrolled through a book and watching the sunset side by side.
Someone slid into my bench beside me, making me gasp and turn rigid. Finding out that it was a blonde head made me move away and sit on the edge with annoyance. Then I noticed that the eyes were a pale green, not emerald. I readied the penknife in my hand as I saw my space being intruded again.
"Reminds you of your boyfriend, I see," he said with a chuckle. "Must be unfathomable for you to see a replica of him."
"You are no replica of my friend," I snapped back. "Which idiot even told you we are dating? Also, do you see me sitting with him in the banquet place? Then I am most certainly not his 'girlfriend'."
He moved closer, and I moved away until my back hit the armrests of the seat. He slid his hand under my chin, tugging it closer to his face.
"But nobody knows that I'm not Aidan except you," he said with a smirk. "I can do anything and cause the both of you to perish if you don't obey me. Now, be a good girl, okay?"
"If you are an athlete, you will respect people instead of being condescending," I answered. "Just because you won third place from our school for the marathon doesn't mean you have the authority to treat people the way you wish."
"Oh, so someone remembers me very well. I forgot to give you a formal introduction of myself. I am Dominic Thornburg, and it is a pleasure to have met you."
He kissed my hand, causing me to recoil with disgust and wipe it away on my handkerchief. But the thought of even using the handkerchief made my stomach turn.
"I need to be going," I said quickly and stood up to leave. But the guy had stopped me by my wrist and had pulled me down beside, closer than before. I was almost sitting on his knee.
"We just started to get to know each other," his reply came in a whisper near the shell of my ear. "It would be rude to avoid an idol, wouldn't it? I can already see some of the fans looking our way."
"You are not Aidan Aoki, and anybody would be able to tell after having one look at your face."
I picked up my knife to stab his chest, getting my wrist caught by his strong hand.
"You thought I didn't see that coming?" he asked as he smiled innocently. "I have heard a lot about you. Plenty of stuff to know how you treat certain people. Since you tried such an act, you didn't see the punishment coming your way. It's your fault that you didn't heed to my warning."
He pulled my waist close to his side. I sat there trying to wriggle away, but he was just too strong for me. He was inhumanely powerful, allowing himself to find joy in my misery.
"You masochist," I swore. "You have no right to touch a woman without permission!"
"You have got a nice, smart tongue," he said in a threatening tone. "Use it more if you want to suffer more."
Now I was praying for being blessed with more strength as no one was out there to save me. There were hardly any people about, with them all being packed in the temporary tent, which was the banquet hall. Almost all of the non-participants had gone home, and I hadn't even checked up on Mel.
A dark shadow towered over us as I prayed, with my eyes closed, to be saved. On opening them, I smiled like a maniac.
"What is so amusing to you, my dear lady?" he asked with a raised brow.
"I think you should see the thing behind you for yourself," I replied with a radiant smile.
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