Imperfect Perfection

Chapter nine: The Game

I walk out of the shed and head towards the arena to get my armor and stuff, when someone grabs me from behind, and covers my mouth.

"MHM! MHMHMHMH!" I swing around trying to get out of the grasp of my attacker, when everything goes black.

What the? I'm totally conscious, but I can't see anything. And it's really cold.

Suddenly the light comes back into my vision, and I recognize the top of the hill. Why would someone take me just to bring me up here?

The arms around me let go and I immediately crouch and swipe my leg under theirs, knocking them over.

"Oof!"

I start to reach for Innocent Darkness when I recognize the pale dark clothed boy on the ground in front of me.

"Nico!"

He groans in response, and I stick my hand out to help him up. He takes my hand and I help hoist him up. He stands tall besides me, and he stretches out a little.

"Jeez, Mal, you didn't have to try and kill me!"

I throw my hands up in the air, "Well how else was I suppose to react when someone grabs me from behind, shadow travels me, then lets go?"

He starts to answer, but he stops himself. His cheeks flush a pink color, "Um, well, I didn't think of it that way." He rubs the back of his neck and I just chuckle. "Of course not."

His jaw drops and he puts one of his hands on his hip, the other just hanging by his side. "What's that suppose to mean?" I giggle at him, and shake my head. "Nothing, I just see how you didn't think it through."

He rolls his eyes, and I hit his arm. "Hey!" He turns his body square to me, and his eyes look down into mine. I look up at him with the same intensity, "Don't roll your eyes at me, Di Angelo!"

Right after I say that, like, not even a second later, what does he do? He rolls his freaking eyes again!

I raise my arm to hit him again, but his hand grabs mine before I could even start to rear back. He looks deep into my eyes, not like before. This time he just looks into them because he can, and I can't help but do the same.

I look into his dark brown eyes, and go into a light trance. I snap out of it, and realize two things.

1. He called me Mal
2. He is still holding onto my hand

I look deeper into his eyes, "I'm going by Andy now." He continues to look in my eyes, and I realize he is only focused on them. My stomach erupts with butterflies and my cheeks turn a rosey-red color.

"Nico." After he doesn't respond, I use my other hand to poke his cheek. The intense look in his eyes slowly dies away, and he blinks a few times. He notices our hands, and he lets mine go.

"Did you hear me?"

His eyes dart around, in confusion, "You said something?" I giggle at him, and nod my head. "I said that i'm going by Andy now, you know, since my real name is Andromeda?"

He nods, sticking his hands in his pockets "Okay. I'm still calling you Angel though." I smile.

I look around, and realize we are still on the hill. "So why did you bring me here?"

A look of realization comes over his face, and he smirks slightly. "Oh, I just wanted to tell you I saw you split that arrow earlier." My cheeks burn again, and I nervously push some hair behind my ear.

"Oh, yeah"

He smiles, then points to my arm. "How's it looking?" I'm confused at first, then I realize he's talking about the cuts. "Okay, I put on some Neosporin so it will heal faster."