Teen Romance Fantasy

Act 6 (Ty)

Alexy and I did not get any closer after what happened on that night. Occasionally she apologised for joking about my obsession with Siren, which made the whole matter even worse but despite that I could not be mad at her for long. Even when she asked me about the violin that she found in my room.

We sat next to each other in biology. She was not really good at biology therefore she asked me for help most of the time. I did not mind. Besides, she was not the only person asking questions nonstop. Despite sitting quite far away from me, Luna made it a habit to pressure me with her questions or at least she tried. She would always suddenly appear behind me and start asking questions without a warning. Sometimes even I was overwhelmed by the sheer amount of questions she would ask me.

I would often direct Luna to Nikola, who was also in our class. Nikola was an interesting person. He was the kind of perfectionist you did not want to meet twice. His black hair was neither too short, nor too long. Eyes as grey as a foggy morning and lips as red as wine. There were never any wrinkles or stains on his clothes and even his snow white skin appeared smooth and flawless.

"Can't you help me instead? I don't like Nikola's attitude. He's weird." Luna explained one day. I did not know what to say, so I just shrugged.

"Come on Tyson. I'll help you with math in return."

"Don't pressure Tyson like this Luna. Just ask the teacher already." Alexy suddenly interrupted, being clearly more annoyed than I was.

"I'm not talking to you." Luna declared.

"But I'm talking to you. Now go back to your seat."

As upset as Luna was, she only glared at Alexy for a second with her   black eyes, before she left. I noticed how Alexy stared at Luna for a while. She seemed mad. Should not I have been the one to be mad? Instead I was surprised. I did not expect Alexy to act the way she did. It kind of reminded me of someone.

"You're rather straightforward." I pointed out. Alexy's cheeks suddenly flushed.

"Sorry, this wasn't really ladylike of me."

"Not ladylike you say? Oh damn darling, if you were to do that to me, you'd be my last meal tonight. Besides, you kind of reminded me of Siren actually."

Silence. I could not read Alexy's eyes at all. Was she surprised? Was she confused? Was she happy? Or was she disappointed? My comment made her uncomfortable. At least I believed this to be the truth. Perhaps it was something else. Something far more complicated than I could ever understand.

"I've been meaning to ask you this for a while now. If it were to turn out that, just imagine it, I could be Siren, would you hate me for not telling you?"

"How could I possibly hate you for this?"

"Wouldn't you feel lied to?"

"Well, a bit, sure but I would understand why you couldn't tell me."

A simple, yet loving smile built up on her lips. The unique feeling of butterflies inside her stomach.

"You're too nice."

I was not too nice.

I did not have any more classes with Alexy for the rest of the day. On the way home, Eric told me about the new update in Seeker. They added a new hero that he really wanted to try out. Apparently it was a new tank and well, Eric just loved tank hero's in Seeker. I once asked him why, since most people hated tanks. They were kind of a boring role. They did not really do a whole lot of damage because their main role was to protect the rest of the team. Eric explained to me that this was just the kind of thing he liked to do. Besides, he believed the tank to be the most important role in a team.

I did not really argue with him on that point and not just because Siren said so. She also had to play tanks in most of her games. Of course she was marvellous but I sometimes thought that this role was not actually befitting of her.

"You know, Alexy actually asked me a weird question today. She wondered how I would react, if she were Siren."

"Then you better hope it was a joke."

"Of course I do. Siren broke down yesterday again. It's been the fourth time this month. Lately she's been overdoing it with all the drinking and the drugs."

A moment of silence. Not even a car was driving by. The cool breeze should have been welcoming but instead it was obnoxious. I noticed how uneven the streets were and how the golden sun was in fact hidden behind a wall of grey clouds. My hands felt cold and unpleasant. Even when I put them in my pockets, they were still trembling. It was as though a cold shiver was running down my spine and making it to every part of my body.

"Sorry, shouldn't have mentioned it. Just forget about it." As much as Eric tried to cheer me up, it just left a bitter taste in my mouth. The more I looked at Eric, the more his golden hair started to look as pale as his white skin to me. He did not mean to upset me, he just forgot about it. It happened sometimes. We had not talked about it lately.

"Anyways Tyson, wanna train later? We need to get ready for the junior tournament in Seeker. If we're lucky, we might make it to the second round."

"Sure."

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As usual neither the old man nor David were home. I was alone. Ironic. For once I was actually hoping that Tristan would ring the bell and ask me, if he could sleep over, despite literally being our next door neighbour. At the very least I finally got some time to clean the bathroom. Not to mention, I still needed to fold David's clothes and by the way, the violin had gotten quite dusty as of lately. Despite everything, she probably would have wanted me to take good care of it.

We trained the entire night. Sure, we lost almost every round but at some point we started to get a little better. Besides, with Anthony around, it was fun anyways. We cracked a few jokes here and there. It was nice to act this carefree. Even Kadir turned his serious attitude down for a second and started shouting every time he died. At some point we did not even care about winning anymore. We simply decided that it was more fun to help the enemies kill Kadir. I enjoyed myself so much until I forgot about what had gotten me so down, even though I was watching Siren's stream in the background. She cried. She cried a lot. Eventually she broke down. Fifth time this month. She could not even let go of the whiskey bottle.

Sam did not care. He messaged her to keep quiet and to concentrate on protecting him. Oz was the first one to speak up. Then Otis and Samira followed. Sam got mad. His own team was getting annoyed with him. What he did was wrong. He knew how much Siren was suffering but he did not care.

Siren wanted to die.