Calantha

Chapter_12

Chapter 12

I watched as Dmitry leaned until only a breath of air separated Jessica and him. He moved his head toward her and whispered something in her ear. The movement was so sensual that even I was breathless just by watching and felt my heart sped up. Holy cow. He was my brother but dang, if he wasn’t my brother. Rebecca’s eyes widen and the blush that had stolen up her face when Dmitry moved toward her was slowly fading until her face turn starch white. No one else probably noticed because they were so caught up in the lustful haze that Dmitry exuded. But I noticed. It didn’t take long. Dmitry moved away and smiled seductively at Jessica, but I noticed that she got even paler.

I was itching to know what Dmitry told her. But he slipped his hand in mine and led me after him. Callia, following after us.

“What did you tell her?” I asked him.

“If I told you, then there really wouldn’t have been any point in whispering in the first place, don’t you agree?”

I glared at him and he laughed. “That make sense.” Callia chipped in. I turned my glare on her and she laughed.

“Whatever, I don’t really want to know anyway,” Dmitry threw me a disbelieving look. I ignore him. “Where’s your brother anyway?” I address Callia.

“Missing him?”

“Puh-leeze.”

“You know you are.”

“What I know is that you’re trying to distract me so I’ll forget about my question.”

“I wasn’t stalling. He’ll be here in a few.”

“Are we eating or were you planning on walking around with your lunch?” Dmitry cut through our chatter. I looked down at my lunch and really did not feel like eating synthetic chicken burger. Dumping my lunch I turned to answer him when I felt him tensed beside before letting go of my hand.

What happen next was so shocking that it took me a moment to actually do something. I noticed Didier walking toward us just as Dmitry pulled back his fist and slammed it in Didier’s face. Didier, probably not expecting such violent act toward him—he really was a cocky little thing—was powerless to stop Dmitry’s fist.

“YOU BASTARD.” Dmitry exploded.

“Dmitry,” I yelled, running toward him. What the heck was he doing? This was Didier he was punching and cursing at. I did not keep up on Baroques news, but one thing I knew for sure was that Didier was not just a Baroque. He was a feaking king. With subjects willing to lay their lives down for him. And even as I was thinking this, there we already Baroque running toward them. They sported mean look and looked ready to kill someone. With the way things were going, that person might very well be my brother. They one that I haven’t spent a good full day with yet.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing here?” Didier got up close and personal with Dmitry.

“SHUT UP. That my line. What the hell do you think you’re doing here? Do you realize what you’re doing? Do you have any freaking idea of your action and what the consequences would be?” Dmitry poked Didier in the chest ready to blast him again if he said one wrong thing.

“I HAD IT UNDER CONTROL.” Didier yelled back at him

“UNDER CONTROL? CONTROL THIS THEN.” He was going to hit Didier again. And when he did, those guys would be ready for him. I honestly had no idea what they would have done to him. I figured not much considering that they were already attracting a lot of unwanted attention already. But I was not going to stand there to find out. It was a matter of time before someone called a teacher.

“Stop this.” I marched toward them. I didn’t think I would get hurt by walking in the middle of two Baroque male in their primes about to start a fight. I almost reach them, when I felt someone grabbed my hair from behind. And that was why I hated having my hair down.

“Ow. Let go of my hair you jerk.” I turned my fury onto him. He gasped when he looked at me.

He immediately let go. “Oh God, I am so sorry. I-I didn’t’ know-I didn’t see-I’m so sorry-please.” He was rambling and I had already forgotten about him.

“YOU.” Both Didier and Dmitry shouted at the guy who’d grabbed my hair, pausing their fight to blast at the guy. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it was her, I swear.”

“Both of you stop this at once. I cannot believe you guys. Of all places to have your lover’s quarrels, you chose the school ground. Think of the attention you’re attracting.” I sweep them with a disgusted glare.

“Calantha—” Didier started but stopped when I turned my attention to him.

“And you, where have you been? And the first thing you do when you see is to start a fight? Really, really?” with one last disgusted look I left them staring after me.

What the heck was wrong with him? With them? And here I thought that I was going to enjoy my lunch learning about the brother I never got know and intruding him to Didier. Tch. Fat chance. Their little squabble ruined the rest of the day for me. Even I did not understand why I got so mad. When the school bell ring I did not waste time getting to the parking lot.

The house was eerily quiet. It’s not unusual; dad usually comes home a little after I got home. But what was eerie was the quietness. Again, that was not unusual either. But for some reason the hair on the back of my neck were standing and my senses were tingling. You know the feeling you get when you enter a place and you feel this sort of quietness that’s quitter than quiet? Well that was the feeling I was getting. Someone has been here or that someone was still here. I didn’t know how I knew this except that I did know. I could feel it. Just when I was about to take another step, I felt a movement, and before I could turn completely, something was slammed against the back of my head. It momentarily felt like I was hit with a sledge hammer. Not that I know what a sledge hammer felt like, but I had a feeling it would probably feel just like this. But I didn’t have time to process any other thoughts as darkness was already enveloping me.