the wolf ; rigel wilde

xi. limoncello 'n' guests

❝ Good and bad are a question of perspective ❞

present day
Amaya

It was in these moments that I wished that the world would swallow me whole. Not only was Rigel in all my classes at school, but he was also my next door neighbour for the next month. I'm not sure what kind of messed up joke fate had decided to play but it was truly getting out of hand. I wanted the trial to go smoothly, so me and Rigel needed to get along, whether we liked it or not.

Rigel surprised me when he apologised for his harsh comment about me, but I knew I needed to stand my ground and set boundaries or else it was likely he was going to go back on his word and continue being the rude, arrogant prick I had grown up with. It was strange to say the words 'grew up with' when in reality we were just at there same place, during the same period of time. We didn't grown up together, we just grew up in the same small environment.

Gosh I sound crazy.

Once we had put out dislike, or at least mild disapproval for having to spend the next month in close proximity, we made our way back into the kitchen, where the two couples were already setting the table for dinner. I looked at the dark haired boy one lats time before I walked over to Anna and Norman, both who smiled at me as a picked up the stack of plates to help. If there was one thing I knew how to do, it was ignoring someone to make my life less miserable, but it had finally hit me like a ton of bricks that Rigel Wilde was going to be the absolute death of me. And he wasn't going to leave me alone.

Placing each plate in a seat place, (a/n: I almost went into cardiac arrest writing this) I quickly distributed the silverware and cups before skipping upstairs to call Billie. I had told her about the dinner I was going to have with my neighbours and she asked me to update her on everything. It only took the redhead girl one tone for her to pick up, her voice coming through cheery as ever.

"Hey Amaya, how's everything going with dinner?" She questioned as I began to pace around my room. How the heck was I supposed to tell her that the schools new rubacuori was coincidentally my next door neighbour.

I cleared my throat before speaking, "Well there have been some major revelations. My neighbour is actually, uhm, Rigel Wilde." The line went silent for a few seconds, before Billie's let out a high pitched scream, making me hold the phone away from my ear. "Amaya Rossi, please tell me you're kidding." A low laugh left my throat, which just about confirmed the fact that I was indeed, not joking.

"Amaya, I love you, but not everything about this is bad. I know you don't really like him, but you have to admit he's really good looking." The girl extended the word 'really' making me laugh at her antics. As much as I hated to admit it, Billie was right; Rigel was really good looking. Great eye candy, if there ever were any, but he was strictly off limits, to myself. But I can't speak for Billie.

"I know he's freaking attractive Billie, but he's a major jerk, even if he did apologise for his behaviour. He's not getting on my good side with a wink and a mere apology." Sitting down on my bed with a hump, I could practically hear the cogs in the girls head turning through the silence on her side of the phone.

Billie hummed, "I know, Amaya, but would it kill you to maybe, get to know him? Become his friend? You two actually might have more in common than you think." I could only laugh at the girls comment. Me and Rigel couldn't be more different; he was a confident, aggravatingly intelligent guy who could have ten girls wrapped around his finger with a single word, while I was an overthinking, low self esteem teenage girl who couldn't even properly string two words together without panicking and overanalysing everything. And I was also quite a show with alcohol; but that was reserved for my eyes only.

Even though it might have seemed like Grave was a prison, every once in a while Mrs. Margaret would let us go into town to "socialise" even though none of us would talk to anyone except each other. All the while I would dip into a nearby licensed supermarket to buy a bottle of Grappa or vodka. I had only started drinking a year ago, when I realised that if I drank enough, I wouldn't feel as much pain when Mrs. Margaret tortured me.

I know my mother would be looking down on me and shaking her head in disappointment, but I guess that's what happens when you leave your daughter in the world, all by herself. I wasn't proud of the moments where I couldn't even walk straight, but I had stopped drinking completely a month before adoption day. And I intended for it to continue that way.

A knock on my bedroom door made me haul in my conversation with my redhead friend, "I'll call you later, Billie." I spoke before I hung up, tossing my phone onto the bed before I made my way to open my door. The tall dark haired lothario by the name of Rigel Wilde stood infant of me, having to tilt his head down a smidge to be looking directly at me.

"Anna asked to come get you, dinner's at the table." His smooth voice sent a shiver down my spine, but I tried to shake off the effect he had on me. I could not be feeling like this over a guys voice, let alone Rigel's.

Absolutely not.

I nodded curtly, stepping out of my room to follow behind Rigel, but he stopped on the stairs, speaking without turning his head to look at me. "I didn't know you thought I was 'freaking attractive' luna. I hope you know I think you're quite attractive too." The smirk was evident in his voice as he continued to descend the stairs, leaving me completely speechless at the top of the stairs.