章節 28: XXVIII · Enemies
Mass release: 23/25
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Dancing to the song, she sang the lyrics she already knows by memory.
"Red eyes from the red light. And that just set the mood. You say you're obsessed with me. So I took a second. And I said, "Me too". I'm obsessed with me-e-e as much as you. Say you'd die for me, I'd die for me-e too. And if I lost you, I'd still have me, I can't lose. When you say that you're obsessed with me, me too. I'm obsessed with me-e-e as much as you. Say you'd die for me, I'd die for me-e too. And if I lost you, I'd still have me, I can't lose. When you say that you're obsessed with me, me too," with her hairbrush in hand, eyeglasses back on, she stepped out of the bathroom, phone in the other. "Do you have all the magic of a red-" she swallowed.
He was standing right in front of the bathroom, in the chair, literally staring at the door, and now at her, "What? Is the show over?"
Emerald's cheeks turned bright red, "Fuck off, Sisini."
"Is your name Off now?" The bastard purred again.
She gasped, even more embarrassed, "Do you or do you not have all the magic of a red, pervert?" She asked through clenched teeth.
He clicked his tongue, "Of course, I do. Why?"
"The element of the reds is fire, right?" A nod. "Dry my hair then."
Simon's jaw dropped, "Excuse me?"
"I don't believe you. So, if you really have it, dry my hair."
"You've got to be kidding me."
"It'll take half an hour to dry my hair, wanna wait that long?"
His nostrils flared and he clenched his jaw, "You have no manners."
"My mother didn't live long enough to teach that to me," she said back, drily and he flinched. "So, will you do it, or will you whine about it?"
"I am not whining!" He stood up in all his height.
She took a step back, "No need to stand up."
"What? Intimidated by my height?"
Yes. "I don't like tall people."
"You do remember I can tell when you're lying, right?"
She glared at him, "Just do it already, Sisini."
"Not even a please?" He grinned.
Emerald frowned, "I gave milk to your cats."
"No, I gave milk to them," Simon tilted his head, and his raven black wavy hair followed the movement, looking painfully soft.
"Your hands gave them my milk!" She growled.
"I'm sure that was not your milk," he grinned mischievously.
Gasping, she pointed the hairbrush at his face, "You… pervert! You know exactly what I meant. This is the milk I own, thus, mine. So, you'd now pay me for it by drying my hair. I don't do anything for free."
"Nothing?" His lips curled in the most promiscuous grin ever.
"Simon Sisini," she yelled, "if you don't stop being a pervert near me, I swear to my Goddesses that I will turn you into a Swiss cheese by stabbing you with my dagger, with killing intent!"
"If you want to taste my blood that bad, you can just tell me!"
What the hell is wrong with him? "Are you always this shameless?"
"Only when I find something I want," he came closer.
"I am not a thing," she hissed.
"So you believe it's you that I want?" He countered naughtily.
"Hah, I see," she clenched her jaw, "you are interested because I said I wasn't interested in you when I arrived. I see. Of course, this is the reason why you're being such a naughty pervert, your ego is wounded. But you know what, Simon? You may be the hottest guy in here, and I still will not let you get through me, because you're the type of guy I want to stay away of the most," it's true. He's my dad's pupil, the second he see my eyes, or my blood, he will know who I am, he's smart, he'll definitely know, then I'll be as good as dead. I can't be with him. Not him. "Trying to use me to sooth your ego won't bring you anywhere."
His eyes darkened, and a dirty sexy grin curled up his lips, "So, you think I'm the hottest guy in here?"
Scoffing in dismay, she walked into the bathroom again and her hand release the hairbrush and grabbed the hairdryer, "You're no help, I-" her words died when he strode inside the bathroom, grabbed the hairdryer from her hands, put it down, and grabbed her by her shoulders, bringing her closer to him, too close, all while Skinny Dipping by Sabrina Carpenter played in her phone, still in the speaker.
"Just shut up," he growled and brought both his big hands to her scalp, into her hair, and she had to swallow her moan, pressing her lips in a fine line together, staring down instead of up.
What the hell? Her eyes widened when she noticed the bulge in his pants, that made her bring her eyes instantly to his chest instead, her face and ears and neck burning, as she struggled to keep a blank face, feeling his slander fingers warming her scalp more and more, and a hint of magic in the air between them. This silence is going to kill me. "What's your," she swallowed, "favorite song?" I don't know what else to ask.
"Mind Games by Sickick," she could feel his breath above her head.
Never heard that one. "I see," she swallowed.
"Yours?" He asked.
Is he asking it back not to make it awkward? "It's This Is What You Came For by Calvin Harris and Rihanna."
"As I thought," what?
"What do you mean by that?" She couldn't help glaring up, but she knew that was a mistake the second she found his mismatched eyes already on hers, darker than before, and added to the near-none-at-all distance in between them, it only made that more of a terrible decision from her.
"You sang two Rihanna songs when you were annoying Lord Rhys, when you arrived," he whispered. "I thought she could be your favorite."
"My favorite?" She whispered.
"Singer," he breathed, swallowing, hands still in her hair, warming her skin even more with his magic. "Have you really not kissed anyone?"
Yep. Terrible idea indeed. "That doesn't concern you, Simon."
"But it could, Emerald," he countered.
Swallowing, she used extra strength to push him away from, and he gasped when she actually managed to push him away, his hands leaving her hair, now dried. "What's your deal, Sisini?" She hissed annoyed.
He blinked, "What do you mean?"
"Oh, don't play dumb with me now, asshole," she snapped. "Why the hell are you trying to seduce me, you pervert? Did you master tell you to get through me to get information on Dior? Is that it?" I could see my dad doing that. "Did your superiors or your friends of the stupid Circle tell you to do this? What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Can't I just be attracted to you?" His question made her freeze.
Oh, hell no. Hell no. "No!" She pretty much yelled. "I am not going to fall for your lies, just because you can tell when other people are lying, Simon Sisini. I am not the typa girl that guys like you are interested in. Is this you trying to make me fall for you and some shit? Did someone dare you to do this? What are you gonna get from it? I am self-aware, Simon, I know I may be physically hot, but the rest of me is not attractive to people like you. Besides," she swallowed sick, "I could never get involved in any kind of relationship with someone who wants me dead."
"I don't want you dead, Emerald, I,"
"Not yet, but you will!" She affirmed, firmly, sick with herself, with her entire situation. "As soon as you learn the truth, you will want me dead."
"What truth?" He frowned deeply, annoyed.
"Why would I tell you?" She mocked. "We are alone in here, and as off right now, you could kill me because I have no control over my power and I don't want to die. Not in your hands, not anybody's. I was warned about you, Simon Sisini, I know what you can do, because of who trained you, and for as long as you are in that side, I may be rivals with the Circle, but me and you will be enemies."
He tried coming closer again, "We're not enemies!"
"Yes, we are," she countered.
"I am not your enemy, Emerald!" He insisted. "My problem is with Dior and with Saoirse, not with you. Sure, all you've kindly yelled at me in front of everyone twice was not cool, at all, but still. That ain't even enough reason to get me to hate you, even less to want you dead."
"That's not why, Simon," Emerald clenched her jaw. "I did things... that the second you learn it was me, you will want me dead, as much as your master will. That's bound to happen sooner or later. We are bound to be at each other's throats, I came here already knowing that. Dior knows that too, she thinks I'll kill you before you kill me, but I'm not her, and you didn't do anything to make me want to kill you. But I did," she pressed her lips together. "I did something that will get me a death sentence," I was born.
He finally halted, confusing taking over this face, probably because he can tell she isn't lying about anything, "Is that bitch threatening you?"
She struggle swallowed, "It's not about Dior, Simon. It's about me. I told you, I'm dangerous, I'm… really dangerous. I didn't know about you before Dior, but everything else, the danger, I always knew about it. I was always aware of my crime," being born like I am, "and that's why I ran. Believe me, Dior and I don't like each other, but I'm what she wants and she has things I want. We are using each other. Sure, the circumstances of me being here were bad, but I was bound to be here one way or another, I just ran from that."
"I can't see what Dior has that could be helpful to you," he hissed.
"To begin with? She's against you all," she said bluntly and he all but steeled up. "She hate people I want to stay away from, and that's useful. That's why I accepted to come to Alexandrini, because she has power. She may not be the strongest, but she is there and she can go against you. That's what I need until I learn how to control my magic."
Simon glared at her, angered, "She is a monster, Emerald."
"I'm way worse than she is, Simon," she countered.
"I doubt that's possible," he hissed.
"Why do you think I'm not scared of her?"
"Because you're reckless," he snapped.
"A serpent will never fear a worm, Simon," she said softly.
"You are overestimating yourself. I saw her in action, Emerald!"
"You never saw me," she scoffed. "If you had… if you had really seen me, you wouldn't be here, Simon. You wouldn't be in my dorm, or in my bathroom, or trying to flirt with me. You would be as far away from me as you can, planning on how to slay a monster like me," sighing, Emerald passed her hand over her dried hair, still feeling the touch of his hands in her scalp, warming her skin. "Thank you for drying my hair."
"I don't think you're monster."
"That's what they always say before seeing me for who I am," she mocked self-deprecatingly. "I've long learned not to trust shallow words."
His eyes darkened further, jaw clenched, "So we're enemies?"
"Yes," she clenched her jaw, "I guess we are."
"Even when I'm the worse enemy you could make in Alexandrini?"
"I am already prepared for that," I'm not, but I will be.
"Don't you think you'll regret that decision?"
"No," she snapped, annoyed.
"Then are you ready to hate me, Emerald?" He whispered.
He'll hate me either way. "Yes," she said, suddenly out of breath.
"Then we are enemies now," he whispered a step closer.
She took a step back, "That's what I said."
"Then you better own it."
Emerald cocked her eyebrows, "Own what?"
"Your promise to hate me," he breathed, and before she'd react to his words, he was already bending down, grabbing her face with his both hands and slamming his lips on hers.
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