The Most Of Me

Chapter 7

"Roselle, who on earth is he?" Mazouwi's asked.

She glanced at the nineteen year old that Mazouwi was referring to. She shrugged, sloshing the spiked punch in her cup. "Oh... that's just Talon. A descendant of Demanitus. Why?"

Mazouwi never took his eyes off the boy. "Should we meet him?"

"Why? You do realize you're my only acquaintance because I don't talk to strangers. Otherwise, I may as well be off flirting with some boy to dance with me."

Mazouwi passed her a glare. "You know if you wanted to dance, you should have said something."

"You flatter yourself. You're a terrible dancer and you wouldn't be caught dead dancing with me and you know it," Roselle retorted. "Otherwise, you fear that you should be stuck marrying someone as boring as me. No, I don't want to dance with you."

"Don't need to be such a bitch," Mazouwi frowned.

Roselle rolled her eyes. "Why do you wish to meet him? You don't want to make an enemy of him. He will probably always outrank you."

"Who said enemy?"

"You make enemies, not friends," Roselle responded.

"You're my enemy?" He raised a brow.

"No, but you wouldn't dare be your regular shit with me. I outrank you."

"Exactly. I don't give a fuck if they're not my equal. I can befriend whom I please, if I please," Mazouwi retorted.

"You're so immature," Roselle grumbled. Then she finally realized. "Oh. You think he's cute?"

Mazouwi's face turned red when she said it. Bingo. She smirked. "Alright. You talk to him. I'll sit here and watch. I could use some entertainment." Roselle sipped on her drink.

He passed her a dark look, but he took her up on the suggestion. Given that he shoved his cup in her hand and huffing before doing so. She sat there and watched as Talon turned to Mazouwi. The former smirked before the latter even spoke to him.

"Well, he thinks Mazouwi's cute? This should be interesting," Roselle mumbled to herself before taking a swig of Mazouwi's drink. (She would watch him drink it later and maybe tell him that she left some of her spit in it. Or not. Depending on her mood.)

"Hello?" Talon inquired.

"Mazouwi."

"Ah, yes. The terror of our generation I'm told." Talon's eyes sparkled with amusement. "I'm Talon. Certain you've heard of me?"

"Maybe, maybe not," Mazouwi said.

To Roselle's surprise, the two hit it off very well. Mazouwi didn't seem to be pretending or forcing on a certain air. Talon seemed genuinely amused by Mazouwi and maybe even interesting.

As the night passed, Mazouwi returned to Roselle once Talon said his fair well. She handed him his glass that he quickly drank. She passed him a sly look. He noticed. "You fucking spat in it again."

She smirked and finished her drink. "Well, turns out, he seems very interested in you Mazouwi. Maybe you have more charm than I thought."

As time went on, Talon and Mazouwi started courting. Roselle watched from the distance to see how it would go. At first, she found it amusing, then it became serious. Mazouwi absolutely adored him and had a light in his eyes that Roselle didn't realize was humanly possible for him. Honestly, it was kind of sweet.

It should have been perfect. It should have been a happy ending, but things went terribly wrong. Roselle was shocked she hadn't caught it before, but something was off about Talon. Unfortunately, it happened all so quickly that she was unable to ask Mazouwi questions about Talon.

No one was ever able to tell her what happened. One day she was helping Mazouwi pick out a ring for engagement after three years of courting Talon, and the next she found Mazouwi in a bloody mess on the floor in his room.

He never did tell her what happened. All she knew was that Mazouwi and Talon never got engaged. They never married. Mazouwi hated Talon with a passion she didn't know was possible even for him. Any light left in his eyes were gone. He changed. The only thing Roselle could do was connect everything to Talon, but she couldn't get a answer or understand what or why everything happened the way it did.

So when their parents arranged their engagement only a couple months later, she didn't say anything. She had been by Mazouwi's side all these years, why desert him now or ever? They never fell in love, but they had always been friends with a mutual respect for the other. But when Mazouwi lost Talon, he had also lost himself.