Freak acts

Part 4

Tw:strong language, slight violence mentions

Othello has been here for a week now. He's been getting settled into his cabin and getting everything ready for staying in the group for god knows how long. Today will be his first training, or so I heard. I haven't been told what Othello will be doing. But that's not important now. I'm in my practice clothing, heading towards the hall where my two lovely trapezes are. Upon entering, I see someone in the hall already...Fred. I already sigh at myself for what he will tell me now. As soon as that man saw me, he spoke. "Ah good morning, my Lunar. Hope you slept well, a new partner will be joining you on the trapeze!"...Fuck. Before I could even give my reply, I saw somebody hanging on one of the trapezes...Again that fucking prick, Othello. He's already trouble in the group and now he decided to steal my job?! I didn't think so...I shouted: "Othello! That's my trapeze, take the other, please!" I tried sounding polite...but my attempt had a hint of sarcastic niceness in it. As soon as Othello came down to greet me and Fred left, I got close to his face, staring into his eyes. "Why are you also trapeze?"...Silence, only the sight of the black haired boy tilting his head. "Trapeze is MY show, Othello." Othello's look darkened...and I mean DARKENED. The so called "sweet and polite new sunshine" seemed to have disappeared. It made me become aware of everything around me, everything about Othello, everything about myself. I got a chill down my spine but kept my composure. Tying my long dark purple dyed hair back with a hair tie. "Just don't get in my way...Othello...fine, do whatever you want, do trapeze, but DON'T disrupt my practice." I walked past Othello, who had just a dark look in his eyes, as if he were about to knock me unconscious and throw me in a ditch.Even if I tried my best to entirely grow hatred towards the newbie, I can't help but feel some sort of attraction...He's attractive, yes...I won't deny that. But...his darkness as soon as I confronted him, it reminded me of me. That is what excited me. It made the blood in my body rush. He was a fake. Just the thought of us messing with each other till one breaks is amusing, making me smile lightly. We just started training again as if nothing happened. Something about this boy...it pisses me off.

Something about this boy. The way he moves...the way he glances at me sometimes and the way he talks. It feels weird. It feels off. It doesn't belong here. Yet I feel an attraction towards him. An attraction that makes me want to show him who's boss here, who's the better one here...that I'm better than him. But also an attraction towards him to let him devour me...devour my insides, opening my ribs like an animal and devour me...I want to make him suffer but on the other hand, I want him to kill me. For the first time in ages, I fell during my practicing...Othello isn't someone good...my gut feeling is going crazy and my thoughts are racing. I ignored the hand Othello stuck out to help me up, getting up on my own and walking out the hall. It looks as if I were frustrated or angry, but in reality, I was just confused. I didn't get what was happening to me. Save me. These feelings, no matter which ones, aren't feelings I should have for my colleagues...especially since we're not opposite genders...opposites attracts...not this.