Double Star.

20,5: Good night, blondie.

Through the opened window when the Moon appears fully illuminated, glimmering like the last hope of the month before hiding behind the merged grey mists of the indigo night. A shirtless boy was watching the pallid gold curtains swaying back and forwards by the breath of post-midnight. Something felt different at his bedtime, the smell of the garden grass or maybe the air, a light sensation that tasted like comfort and happiness. He smiled, turning his gaze to the top, spotting through his fresh remembrances the fair-haired girl that seemed sweet and humble. He could've told that the place where he brought her had never witnessed a lady as pure as her. He held his thoughts for some moments. A pleasant smile beamed on the wearied-out young fellow's countenance as he bent over to collect his phone from the floor and check the time.

When he kissed the metis girl, he recognized the watchful glimpse she had inflicted him before anticipating the revenge she was ready to deliver him at any price. He didn't like the eyes of desire that everybody was showing her like they would battle to have her. But the more they wandered in this area, the more her golden long hair and azure orbs were screeching attentiveness.

Her quick walk past, innocent gaze of a spoiled shielded daddy's little girl were releasing him somehow, believing that she wouldn't act any breakneck gesture in this far-from-reassuring spot. As long as he kept her near him, no one would dare attain her. He encircled his arm around her midriff, marking his property to guard her unharmed. But the contrarian shit had to happen. She misguided everyone with her exemplary coy behavior, tricking her best friend, and knocked off the provocative words of the mixed-skin girl with delicate malice, leaving her voiceless. And then, the most memorable moment of the day left all his friends in a state of abrupt excitement, taking shots like a drunkard but still bearing the high effect of alcohol. Everyone was astounded by how an inexperienced fragile girl could handle better than the resilient men.

The young man sighed before locking his phone. When the robust chap headed to kiss her, his rage had reached its zenith. He didn't like fights that much, preferring to sit on the sidelines and simply see where this would go even if something inside him was burning with anger. She didn't want to listen to him. He told her to get herself together. Still, she insulted him like a wild woman willing to finish her revenge filthily. She almost did if he had constrained himself from jumping at the menacing thug. But this time, it was different. She was different. Among the few people he cared about, she managed to make her place with her dreamy eyes, pulpy gleaming lips, and amber hair dropping on her shoulders like a waterfall effect, so alluring that he almost sunk in.

Suddenly, the screen of his phone illuminated before the resonance. He frowned, irritated by who could draw him out from his stirring reflections. Curiosity took the wheel, he picked up the phone, and the voice of his interlocutor made him gasp in shock, jumping from his bed.

-"Luke, my son, I didn't expect you to answer so fast" He could've felt his disgusting smile through the phone. Luke clenched his teeth, cursing himself for being too damn inquisitive.

-"What do you want?" He replied, embittered, ready to unhook at any moment.

-"You're still up at this late time, son ?". Luke closed his eyes, feeling the adrenaline rushing into his head. The fact that he knew his damn father by heart persuaded him that he was not calling without a purpose, and, in a certain way, he knew the boy was still up at this night time.

-"Don't call me Son. I'm not!". The father laughed, mocking the young man not taken seriously by his father.

-"You still hang out in my house, so you're under my responsibility, am I wrong ?". Here we go again with his fucking threats, the boy thought, sighing loudly and cursing him under his breath.

-"What do you want?".

-"How is Elizabeth? I haven't seen her in a while. She's still alive?". He sneered, ignoring the topic and making Luke's wrath grow terribly.

-"She's fine." Luke managed to say quickly, trying to control his mind. This man was unbeatable at manipulating feelings. Luke knew him long enough to discern the evil inside of him. The more you stay indifferent to his inflammatory speech, the more the chances of avoiding falling into his trap increase, but you'll never be safe enough.

-"By the way, Luke. They told me you won the race. Sorry for congratulating you late. I could be such an ignorant dad sometimes". He laughed devilishly. Luke sighed on his bed, facing the window and feeling the cold finally reach him.

-"So?" He declared impatiently.

-"I don't show it, but you make me proud each time you win cause you just remind me of my old self again" Of course, what would make a narcissist proud except himself?

-"Thanks." He forced himself to say, looking at the floor, annoyed.

-"But this time, it was different, right?" He asked mischievously. Luke frowned, fixing his light screen.

-"What do you mean?".

-"Oh, you know what I mean. You had some help from...what do you call her again ?... Rookie? Loli? Sill...".

-"Blondie!". He whispered, cutting his wordplay off. But the man heard him and the smirk on his face confirmed the report of the silly brat.

-"Who told you this?". Luke held his phone firmly in his hand. He seemed to want to throw it hard against the wall, but he restrained himself, knowing that if he did, he would let the unbearable wolf enclose his claws around him again.

-"You know him, it's your friend Matthew...No, not him. What was his name again? Cayden? Cayton? Layton?".

-"Jordan." Luke rolled his eyes, exhausted from this lively day that didn't seem to want to end.

-"And you fought for her," He said in a mocking tone. Luke stayed silent. No power was left in him to carry the filthy conversation of his worthless progenitor.

-"What happened, Luke? You never fought for anyone except for Elizabeth. You're always the wise man who pretends to have great self-control. Are you, by any chance, in love?". He sneered meanly. Luke passed one hand through his hair, trying not to fall asleep from this boring tiring talk.

-"No" He never loved and could never. This shit is too damn shitty for him. He didn't want to waste time believing in shitty stuff.

-"Good then. Would you mind doing something for me?" His tone changed from a snide sarcastic to a dangerous ungracious one. That's when Luke regained his awareness spontaneously.

-"You forgot something!" Luke reacted harshly.

-"No, of course, I didn't. And speaking of which, I have some records of your friends that could make some trouble out there. What are their names again? Jacob James Watterson, Taylor Ryan Corner, and Edward Joseph Galbraith, right?". He seemed to read, scrolling some papers with his finger. Luke stiffened suddenly, feeling his dad's threatening appearance and icy smile from afar. How can people be more cold and calculating?

-"What do you want me to do?" He finally gave up after moments of wasted ideas, wiping his face with his hand.

-"Come to my office tomorrow. I'll explain to you every..." He hung up, too exhausted to carry his parent's stupid provocations. He promptly stood up and threw the phone vigorously on the middle of the bed.

-"Goddamn son of a bitch! When will he leave me alone, damn it!". He yelled, holding his face in his hands. No matter how many times he deleted his number and blocked him everywhere, he perpetually finds a way to reach out to him.

The boy didn't take much time to worry about the hassles of his dad. He shut the opening noisily and forced himself to sleep. Luckily, something made his crack of dawn more twinkling because he had guessed the red flush when he carefully kissed her cheek.

-"Good night, blondie."