Freak acts

beginning

When we were called together for a "group meeting" I was assuming it'd be about moving the interior of the circus again. But it wasn't. I was completely the opposite of that.

I sat in the grass under the shining moonlight, some people from the group talking with each other, others eating. That's when I saw them...A 5 '8 person, fit...Those amber eyes, that shoulder length black hair half up in a tie...those freckles, those slim hands. Everything about them. I swear. Everything about them was so appealing...so attracting towards me. Almost like a magnet. It was frustrating...It disgusted me. Now I got my interest back into the group as everyone silenced, noticing the unknown person approach, smiling brightly, giving a small wave while barely lifting their hand...Then they spoke. A heavenly voice chiming through the group's silence. "Hi...I'm Othello Aedile...I'll be joining you all for the rest of my time in the circus..." Oh dear...They were shy...He or she was shy...As I was still debating if I should just assume their gender or if I should ask, one of the female weightlifters in our group spoke with her sweet voice. "Why hello dearest, welcome to the family!" I sighed audibly as I watched our lady, who we call "momma", guide Othello to a chair in the circle that the group was sitting in. Everyone did the circle round, introducing themself, but then it was my turn. I stayed silent and just opened the book I had beside me, reading in silence. The moment was awkward. I didn't mean for it to be so awkward. "Stop staring at me". I spoke, as I could feel all the eyes on me. Mudge, the one we call "smurf" because of how short the small asshole is, waddled over to me, smacking his hand on top of my head, speaking in his annoying midget voice. "Introduce yourself moony!" I quickly snapped back at him, not shouting though I sounded clearly angry at the small man: "Don't hit me, and I told you to not call me that". I gave Mudge an annoyed glare before speaking: "You know I could snap you in half with my pinkies, shorty, don't test me". I then gave him a smack back against his head. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the newbie silently laughing to themself. It makes me turn my head to them. "What's so funny, newbie? What even are you, a girl or a guy?" I asked that in a way more bold way than I expected myself. I saw Othello turn a shade darker in his face and just replied with a silent "Sorry...and I'm a guy". You'd think I felt a bit guilty, but no. Quite the opposite. I felt a sense of control, I could have this boy wrapped around my finger so easily. I gave a nod. The rest of the evening, I spent the time in my cabin, the rest of the group chit chatting with Othello. That guy pissed me off already. We'll see how this goes...