Toys are to play

Day 13| Scheduled days

Day 13| part II

Oliver Snowfields gazed directly at me. And I could see it; I could see the almost inexistent white line under his left eye, in the most sensitive, thin and delicate part of a human face. That was the trace Damon's finger left. I still remembered how loud Oliver screamed; I just couldn't remember if I had screamed when the same happened to me.

       Right above the thin scar, Oliver's cloudy eyes were holding more than observation. They held intimidation.

"Is there something going on between you and Castle?"

I tried to find words under Sr's bed but it was empty. "Hmnamn.."

"Okay, sit here and we will talk."

       *sit*

      "I am going straight to the point, Angel. I feel responsible for you, responsible for your happiness and also sadness. And I am really sorry, but Castle is not actually the right type of guy for you."

       *Invisible slap on my face.*

I looked up at Oliver, but for the first time I didn't die because of his beauty. Oliver seemed vague and wrong. The problem was that he could be right; I didn't know Sebastian, how am I supposed to be emotionally involved with someone I barely knew?

      Oliver smiled and placed his hand on my back so he could walk us out of the sick bay. From the place the touched came little sparkles dancing under my skin and once again my legs almost became jelly.

"Ugh no!" I cried, getting away from that torture.

"What?" Oliver crossed his arms against his jeans waistcoat. He liked to kill people little by little, didn't he? I was panicking and in panic hours I do stupid things.

"I have to eat." I said dryly. Angelina, what a think to say.

       He asked if I was feeling my belly hurting, and if the pain came from upwards or downwards, and what would I like to eat, perhaps an apple?

He perhaps assumed that the movement the Earth did on my head was a nod, and soon his hand (the bare one) was extended in front of us and from there flowed a mini storm of spinning white clouds. I hadn't even had time to record it all in my mind, it dissipated as fast as it appeared leaving behind a ball made of ice. It was not a snowball, but an iceball, blue, and beautiful.

"Your turn" He threw it in the air. The ball would slipper between my palms and break; but I transformed into an apple before it happened. I mindlessly gapped at the fruit with my mouth opened in awe.

"Good job"

"T-thanks."

"Angel", Oliver's voice hugs the letters in my name so softly I die 5 times in that second. "you are still my freshman. And being mine you must promise we will work together." He pushed the door closed behind us.

•••

It remembered me our walk from my old town's Cafe to the hill we have kissed. Oliver Snowfields simply made my world turn upside down; nothing was free from his presence. I couldn't see other thing besides his back; couldn't smell other thing besides his smell; couldn't listen to other thing besides his voice. His intelligent, captivating way of talking.

"Every new Arian goes through a process inside Oxygen. You will have to stay here for some weeks, maybe months. They have printed your schedule — here — and you are going to start following the timetable today."

The paper, instead of "math" or "history", had activities written as Rooms, and each Room had its number and its time. At every hall we passed people would stare. I always looked back at them, avidly preoccupied to see who was looking at me and if I was being laughed on. Differently from me, Oliver never looked back at people. I think he was used to being watched.

"The CT you had with Mrs Yon counted a lot for the type of formation we want you to have as an Arian." He pointed at Friday. "Today you have Room 10. It is not actually an obligation, as we use Room 10 just for fun, so you can take advantage of this free time to see your mother."

"Oh, thanks..."

"But I really hope to see you there at least for some minutes. It's important. Wait." — we braked with the sticks of his glove on my navel. I had to swallow another scream; not because of the sudden collision between us, but because the contact remembered me Damon's shoe thorns poking my belly the day we first encountered.

"I think we are going to the wrong way." Oliver frowned.

Something came down my emotions so hard I couldn't control it. I had to do right now or never."Oliver, who is Vince Snowfields?"

He turned to me. "What?"

Suddenly this doesn't seem like a good idea, and I drawled "Vin...ce"'s name with certain difficulty.

He asked where did I hear that name, and I thought about running away as fast as possible but my legs seemed to be glued on the floor. I only gulped air; and then he did something I was not really expecting... he replied.

"Vince Snowfields is my brother. Well, half-brother. We share the same mother." His fingers slid all the necklace to the triangle on the base. "Vince got sedated years ago for trying to kill Doctor Gene. He has been sleeping-dead since my 15th birthday."