The Shadow of Stars

Nineteen

okay this song bc I watched barbie (very girly-pop slay btw) and this song reminded me od a certain character that would do anyyytthinggg to have his barbie. 

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It was a conscious effort not to let the events of Mondays dinner repeatedly take up space in my buzzing brain. No matter what I did or how hard I tried, I couldn't help myself from slipping back into fragments of the evening.

I think I felt more nervous with him in my home than I was in his but nothing happened. I spent the entire evening waiting for the penny to drop and shatter the glass house we all treaded in, but it never came. We didn't discuss the bond or the suing or any of the affairs that had torn our families apart and no one even attempted to bring up our relationship.

We just sat together and ate dinner as if Micah were an ordinary person over for some food, not the man eternally bonded to me.

"Hey, your head still in the clouds?" I jolt as Gabe's deep voice slices through my thoughts.

"Oh, yeah. I guess so," I mummer, rubbing at an empty stain on the bench as I flick my gaze to his.

His features are laced with concern and he leans up against the stainless steel bench, his dirty apron resting next to him as he folds those overly muscular arms across his chest. I find it difficult not to let my eyes linger on the intricate swirling tattoos that stretch over his amber skin. They are mesmerising.

"Is it anything you want to talk about?" He pries and I let out a shaky sigh. I wish I could tell him, I should. But he's the only person I know that is oblivious to my situation, the only person who doesn't look at me with pity or remorse.

"I've just been having a few issues with this guy and it's all a little complicated," I admit and his eyes widen.

"Oh," he responds like I have taken a knife to his balloon heart and it makes an unfamiliar knot of emotion tangle itself up in my throat. "What's been going on?"

I wring the cloth in my hand to alleviate my nerves, though it doesn't honestly help much. It was a long shift, and I've thought of Micah the entire time, about how he smiles at me at school now and how even though we don't say much more than hello in the halls, the pressure of the entire thing still slowly eats me alive.

That and the fact that Gia did in fact convince me back on the paper and I'm now somehow roped into the game tomorrow whether I want to be or not.

"It's just some dude at school who has a major crush on me and the feeling isn't exactly fully mutual so its a little tough. I mean he's nice and there is nothing at all wrong with him its just..." That he's a werewolf that has staked a claim over my heart and soul and would kill any one who tries to date me other than him. "I think that we just maybe aren't the best match."

Gabe's expression turns dead serious. "He's not giving you any trouble is he? You know Athena if some punk kid needs sorting out all you have to do is ask."

I laugh at the sincerity in which he offers me his services. "No, no it's fine. I'm just overthinking it."

His seriousness dissipates but scepticism remains. "Okay, but I mean it though. I'm only ever a phone call away. Why don't you just try telling him that you aren't interested? I know it can be a challenge to be confronting, especially where feelings are involved but maybe being blunt will help. Henry and I can be your back up if you need."