ROXANNE {ongoing}

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“Shake with your right hand but hold a rock with your left.” -Francis J. Underwood.

 

After the deal with Satan itself, we ate the food in awkward silence. I think it was only awkward for me, though.

“The game starts tomorrow, Roxanne.” Damon said while eyeing me as I ate the food.

Hearing you say my name with that voice of yours will be the death of me.  

We finished eating, and he offered me to walk together back to school with him.

I refused, but he was adamant.

I gave up, lacking of energy because his talk with him basically drained it all.

Being satisfied with that he finally convinced me, as he hums on a deep tone as we made our way back.

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Our classmates of course, was curious as to why we were back “together”.

I ignored their stares, and my glare played a part to why they couldn’t carelessly approach me or even dare to ask me a question.

That didn’t stop them from asking overbearing questions to Damon though.

But all of a sudden, a single smile from him made them all shut up, as the atmosphere became heavy.

“Hush, now. Me and Roxanne were just playing a very interesting game. Nothing more.” He spoke slowly as if he was talking to a bunch of idiotic children. It’s true though.

The idiotic children then concluded that it was probably the case, and they shouldn’t pry more as they got the taste of Damon’s friendly but not so friendly smile, and made their way to their own seats, cold sweats formed on their skin.

Pitiful children getting intimidated by a sheep that’s actually a wolf in clothing.

He side glanced me with a smile, a different one at that.

Two can play that game, as I smiled back to him sheepishly with innocent eyes. What a good façade.

He suddenly put his hands on his face and looked down like he was holding back a chuckle. How rude and cute at the same time.

Wait, what? I must be insane to find a wolf cute.

With that surprising thought clouded my head, I looked away from him, fearing that I may become even more crazier.

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Class ended and I quickly made my escape. Going to the bathroom.

The game hasn’t even started yet.

I was the one supposed to make him feel flustered.

I splashed my face with cold water, trying to splash some sense into me. It helped.

I sighed, and remembered my father’s last words to me before he passed away, the only one who I recognized as my father, and not that shitty step-father.

“Don’t ever fall in love, Roxanne. It’s not worth it. It hurts you, it tramples you over and over again.  And for what? Happiness that doesn’t even last longer than a cigarette, and most of the times, no happiness at all. Don’t be a fool, and let others hurt you, hurt them before they even have a chance to, because falling in love is exactly that, if you let them hurt you, it’ll eventually destroy you. It isn’t like in the books or fairytales, reality is different.” I definitely did not want those to be his last words.