Night Time Arguments

It shouldn't have come as a surprise. I mean, Nick had only just told me in the past couple of minutes that he wasn't single. Yet, I couldn't  suppress the shocked 'O' formation of my mouth. Nick, however, found it amusing. 

"What's wrong with me meeting up with my girlfriend?" He asked, a curious grin on his face.

"Nothing, I just didn't think of you to be the kind of guy who meets up immediately after school," I said slowly.

Nick's grin widened and he slightly slumped his shoulders. "In that case, you're right. I'm not."

"Then wh-"

"Amy demands a rather large proportion of my time," he said in somewhat of an irritated voice tinged with sweetness. What an odd combination. He then shook off his slightly exasperated expression and said cheerfully, "But I love her. She's amazing."

"Really? I want to meet this Amy," I said. It would be nice to have a girl friend. So far, all the humans I'd befriended today were boys (exception of Damien - I didn't consider him to be a part of my species).

"Then you shall," Nick smiled. "There's going to be a party at my house this weekend, and she's going to be there. It's your best chance of meeting her any time soon as she's swamped with school work."

"I'm coming!" I said, clearly excited.

Nick laughed and muttered, "I'll warn her about you."

Punching him lightly, I stuck out my tongue then slowly sauntered up the front porch, waving at Nick as he walked down the street. Poor guy - succumbing to girlfriend torture. 

I had the house to myself throughout the rest of the evening. Dad came home late at night. He worked as a finance consultant for a multinational company that offer consultancy services to other businesses. I'd grown used to him returning home at late hours ever since the first grade so it came as no surprise to me as I spent another night having dinner by myself. By the time he came in, I'd already gone to bed. And though I was snuggled up under the covers of my blanket and pretty comfortable in this new room of mine, I couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that enveloped my stomach.

What was going to happen tomorrow at school? And the day after? Two more days I had to put up with - of Damien drama and Leo's mock teasing - before the weekend arrived. Nick felt like my life-saver at the moment; the one person I truly could enjoy my time with but how long would I be able to rely on him?

I had to form a plan; otherwise, my whole school life would go down the drain. Not only was I hanging with two incessantly annoying boys but I was also interacting quite a lot with three rather popular guys within the school population. Not only would that attract unnecessary attention but something else I truly wanted to avoid: drama. 

Sighing, I turned over, my mattress bouncing slightly as I frowned in the darkness. I hadn't been expecting any of this when I'd moved here. I hadn't thought that I'd meet the most pig-headed boy on the planet, and I certainly hadn't predicted that he he would be hitting on me. It was all just my luck really.

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The thin beam of light that seeped in through the slight crack of my door disappeared. I heard footsteps shuffling around on the surface of the floor and then a door being shut. Dad had gone to bed. What time had he come home anyways?

Too lazy to even check what the time was now, I lay on my back and stared up at the ceiling. How many more nights would be spent this way: looking up blankly, and trying to figure my life out? It's not that my life is as bad as most people have got it. All I've endured is my parents' divorce and typical teen guys trying to get on my nerves. But I couldn't help but wonder: when next will I have to move once more and live in a whole other city?

Dad promised that this is where I'd finish school once and for all, and hopefully attend university too.  The city had pretty good universities scattered around and not only would that be convenient for my dad but supposedly for me too. The only thing I was yet to figure is if I'd be willing to continue my upper level education here. It would certainly mean seeing a lot more of the Dark Lord. 

The sudden buzzing of my mobile against the surface of the bed-side table caused me to jump slightly. I'd put my phone on silence mode - hoping to have a good sleep tonight but to no avail I was still awake.

Sighing, I picked up the phone and answered, "Hello?"

"Hey May! It's stable boy." 

It's the end of the world, isn't it?

I stuttered, released a mangled gasp. This could not be happening. Inside, a small voice in my head laughed at me, saying 'Speak of the devil. Ha!' 

"Oh sorry, correction. Your stable boy." I could hear that cocky grin in his voice. The image of his face appeared in my minds eye and shocked me to life.

"How in the world did you get my number?!" I half-shouted, anger and frustration leaking into my voice. I heard a grunt through the wall, my father stirring in his sleep. Lowering my voice to a whisper, I hid underneath the cover and hissed into the phone, "Are you stalking me?!"

"Leo gave me your number," he replied, laughing. 

"How does he have it?"

Damien laughed once again, a sound I'd grown used to but still continued to anger me like nothing else could in this world. "He's the class president. He has everyone's phone numbers. But enough about him. How are you darling?"

I spoke through gritted teeth, deeply suppressing the urge to shout, "Do not call me that. Ever."

"Fine," he muttered dejectedly but the next second, cheered up again,  "Just for tonight then."

I groaned weakly and rolled onto my side, closing my eyes. "What do you want Damien?"

"I just want to talk to you, is that a crime?" He asked.

"No but it's-" I checked the clock -"eleven o'clock! Can't you just wait for tomorrow?"

"Nope," he teased. "I know you won't talk to me tomorrow. Besides, Nick told me that you guys walked home together? So you prefer him over me, huh?"

"Yes. Yes I do. Now good night and leave me alone."

Before he could say anything, I jammed at the red button on my phone and stared at the screen. Chewing on my lower lip, I contemplated on what to do. Now that the Dark Lord had my number; he would continuously torture me with cheesy lines and random calls. How much more of this will I have to take?

The phone buzzed a single time and on the screen displayed:

                                                                     You have 1 new message.

"And so it begins," I croaked, my head falling back against the mattress in defeat. I knew it was from Damien. And I knew that reading it would annoy me further yet I hated leaving my inbox highlighted and so I clicked on the 'open' button.

                                        Sorry if I took you by surprise. Have a good night then.

Sighing, I crept out from under the covers and rested my head on the pillow. Maybe I really am being too hard on Damien. 

The phone buzzed again. Opening the second message, it read:

   I wish you a good sleep doll. I know you'll dream of me. =P Love me while you have me. ;)

That was it. Shutting the phone and practically throwing it at the table, I turned away from it and closed my eyes; forcing sleep (and secretly praying to God that I truly would not have Damien appear in my dreams).

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