Belladonna

2.3 ] Psycho Stalker

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SOMETHING IS OFF with Vika. Something has been for a while now. Whether its the plentiful of glares (more than usual), the abrupt calling out, the storming off - or the rolling of eyes during the smallest circumstances - something is off. 

I first started getting suspicious when she got angry at Elliot and I. Which, fair. We're all adults, we're all entitled to our own opinions. If she doesn't agree with Elliot and I, I don't care. That's not why I'm assuming something is off. 

Then, she stormed out again earlier today after warning us when Liam tried to hurt Margeux. 

Which, fair. Agreed. I agree. Margeux and I? We're chill. I like her. I used to like her. 

But for as moody and grumpy as Vika is, she isn't equally emotional. She doesn't yell or get frustrated, her narrow eyes just glare and warn. I've known her long enough to deduce her tells and understand her mannerisms. 

So yeah. 

Something is off. 

Also, she's currently sending murder looks to everyone passing by as she violently scrapes the skin off her apple with a small knife. 

"Vika?" I approach with a nervous chuckle. 

Her eyes snap to me, "What?"

"Are you, uh, good?" I ask. 

"I'm fine." She grumbles, returning to her apple. 

That now looks more like shreds than fruit. More like disruption than food. 

"You sure?" I ask again, "Because you seem kind of off."

"I said I'm fine." She snaps, dropping the apple (or what remains of it) and turning those dark eyes to mine, even narrower than before.

God, she truly does look like a siren with those eyes. All dark and coloured with eyeliner on the inner corners and outer edges. Sasha likes to say Margeux is the perfect person to lure men to their demise - but Vika seems to be doing just fine with me right here. 

"If you ask one more time I'll kill you." She adds for extra measure. 

I shake my head. 

"Listen," I lower my voice so that other people currently in the cafeteria don't intrude, "You're scary and all - but your threats don't work on me because I know you won't go through with them. You like me too much. I'm like your favourite person on Earth. If we were on My Little Pony our magic friendship would outweigh the core six-"

"Would you hurry up?" She groans and leans back.

I clear my throat, "Anyway - so I'm going to keep on asking you how you are, whether you like it or not, because there's obviously something wrong with you and you're my friend and I care."

Vika's usually narrow eyes go round for only a split second before she's looking down at her torn apart apple again, "Just tired Odyssey. Just tired."

"You have no bags."

"Makeup."

"You haven't yawned once today."

"You counting?" She tilts her head. 

"Just don't lie to me, and I won't have to stalk you." I fold my arms. 

"Stalk me?" She repeats, suddenly entertained. 

"Yes, like a psycho." I smile bitterly.

"What? Was psycho meant to put me off?" She licks the underside of her teeth. 

"I'd bloody hope the word psycho put you off." I scoff.

"Didn't." She tuts. 

"If a psycho was stalking you, you truly should care." I say seriously.

"Is the psycho you?" She asks. 

"What?"

"In this hypothetical. Of me magically getting stalked. Is it you?" She re-words. 

"It could be anyone." I shrug.

"Yes or no." Her eyes turn to that famous glare. 

I surprise myself when I swallow and say; "Yes."

She shrugs and picks up a stray shard of apple before plopping it into her mouth, "I'm afraid I wouldn't have to worry about getting stalked then if it were you." 

I scowl, "I can be deadly."

She laughs - one of those rare Vika ones that has your heart twisting - and picks up another apple piece, "I know sweetheart. I just mean that I wouldn't mind if you decided to up and become obsessed with me."

"Oh."

"Also - if I ever tell you I'm tired, just fucking believe me." Okay there she is. All angry again and grouchy. There's my Vika.

"Okay, okay." I smile. "So what do you think about Reign and Margeux?"

"Huh?"

"They like skedaddled pretty quickly today." I shrug. 

"Well, we know she likes him." Vika shrugs. 

"I feel kind of bad for her," I mutter, "I mean - Reign could be asexual right? After everything we've seen?"

"Wouldn't disagree." She shrugs. 

"And like even if he wasn't - there's just no way. He doesn't do intimacy." I add. 

"You do realise Margeux only likes Reign because he's the least likely to like her?" Vika points out. 

"Where did you get that theory from?" I scrunch my eyebrows together. 

"Margeux likes a challenge," Vika says, "That much is obvious. I don't think she'll be heartbroken by him. I think she just wants to see if she can do it."

"That's quite the claim." I state. 

"It's a theory."

If my mother heard me theorising over a girl's intentions right now she'd hit me with a wooden spoon. She'd call me crazy for my line of work, not because I'm an agent but instead because I'm a woman not cleaning pots or babying a husband. 

Any other man in the household could be a top secret agent if he wanted to be. Simple as that. 

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Me not having these two kiss:

- Juana.