11; (You & me could have a) bad romance
"Are you scared?"
Isaac seemed taken aback at the fact that she spoken to him directly; it rarely happened. He was embarrassed because she had caught him-red handed. He was trying to appear tough, so he shook his head, his loose curls bouncing with him.
"Well, you should be."
He gulped at her statement. He thought that Scarlet was a mean bitch, but an older, crankier, wiser, more powerful version of her would be forced upon him all day? Why did he have to open his cocky mouth?
Then, a small wind pushed through her apartment, and an older woman appeared. She could almost be his mother's age, the way she looked.
Celeste had short blonde hair -a tad blonder, but lighter than her granddaughter's- and piercing baby blue eyes. She had little wrinkles on her face, and she had a nice body- it clearly wasn't as tight as it could be, but she was still keeping it toned with killer curves. He could see where Scarlet got her ambition from.
He was so caught up in her details, that Isaac hadn't noticed the lady moved until the woman had placed her hands on his face, inspecting him carefully.
"This isn't the one before, the one that protected me," she spoke after a minute, her tone as stiff as a board.
"He's an alpha, he can't be expected to come running to us every time we need him. He has a life and responsibilities, too."
Celeste sighed, moving back from the omega. "He'll do, he's handsome anyways."
Isaac smirked, looking down at the lady who was actually quite amusing while keeping up a strict personal.
"Okay, that's gross-"
The grandmother took no time to waste at that, cutting off the blonde quickly. "It's not gross when you run off with some girl, shoving your tongue down her throat?"
Isaac was shocked when Scarlet allowed her to stop her from speaking, but baffled when she let the woman speak to her like that.
"As I was saying, Isaac will stay with you no matter what, unless you say otherwise. I'm going to find dingus, then drag him here or wherever you decide to torture the poor guy somewhere else," Scarlet continued, ignoring her grandmother's statement.
How could the young blonde girl feel embarrassed? She does run off with anyone of any gender to 'shove her tongue down their throat.' While some might call her a slut, she actually took pride that someone found her attractive in any form, and allowed the freedom that was presented. A century ago, women couldn't scamper off with just anyone and sleep with them. Feminism at it's best, at least, in Scarlet's opinion.
What ticked her off was that her grandmother was hinting at a certain girl. She had to cool down and focus at the task at hand, instead of lashing out. She knew she had to contain herself and control her anger before she hurt the woman who had done more for her than anyone else.
Everyone agreed, and Scarlet left the building, hiding in the empty staircase. She waited, focusing on her brother; his scent, his energy, his everything.
She opened the eyes that she absent-mindedly closed, finding the scene.
She zapped herself onto the roof of the school. She had shimmied down the drain pipe, glad that she had dressed down into jeans and combat boots instead of the usual dress and heels or wedges.
She found him, engrossed on a girl with fiery red hair that was in a medium length side lob. Normally, he would be groping every inch of the random girl's body that he could get his eager little fingers on, but it surprised Scarlet to find that her brother kept his palms on the freshman's, their hands intertwined.
S coughed, and caught both of their attention. The girl blushed, and James glared. Scarlet feared for a moment that he hated her, that every emotion that he ever had about her boiled to the surface, and like a bubble, he would burst.
Then, the duo of fresh meat glanced at each other before bidding their goodbyes. The girl skirted away, holding her hand up to cover her mouth, which probably held a large smile.
Once the siblings were alone, Scarlet made it clear that she didn't ruin his fun for nothing. "Grams needs us."
"What for?"
Obviously, the boy wasn't pleased. He couldn't stand the woman after throwing his sister out for coming out of the closet. He despised his grandfather for making it worse for Scarlet, but that was a different story.
Scarlet rolled her eyes. "To check up on you, doofus." Scarlet lightly took a grasp on his wrist, and he winced at the pressure on his bones.
"I-" he fumbled for the words, trying not to sound like a wimp to his hero, to someone he admired deeply- also, not wanting to damage his pride, "I-I can't take physical movement that well, yet, and I-"
"My powers aren't working that well, anyways. Besides, I do want to know what's different about..." she drawled, waiting for him to fill in the missing piece of the new puzzle.
"Reagan."
He started to struggle to move his aching foot, and without word, Scarlet moved over to him, wrapping an arm around his upper back, giving him the best support that she could offer him.
He explained in a bashful way about how there was something different about this girl. Unlike the slutty cheerleaders he had dated, (but never slept with) Reagan was outspoken and smart.
Now, knowing his sister was a cheerleader, he knew that girls could be both adequate in the sport, and intellectual. He made sure to add that, too.
He was a little nervous -which you could tell by the occasional stuttering, blushing, and nervous sweat- to inform her of his newest fling that would hopefully turn into something more in time. He knew that she was burned once, from a time that felt so extremely long ago, but he felt safe.
Not just because he trusted her with his feelings, and some thoughts, but because he knew she had Derek. Even if she didn't know it, yet.
