Forever Alina- One Shots

One Shot #2- Zachery

Warning- Contains Mild BoyxBoy Scenes esp. in the last few pages.

(This scene is the afternoon after Alina gave Dmitrius and Zachery the ‘challenge’ in Chapter 21. Technically it takes place during Chapter 22 where neither D nor Z were in the story)

::ZACHERY::

“No I’m not, Father,” I insisted for the third time, my words still fluent even in my impatience, “I’m not going to stay in that city for Christmas. I promised someone very special that I would come with her to Bordeaux.”

“You’re bringing a date to the main house without talking to me about it first?” King Damon’s tone was lethal over the phone.

“No of course not,” I replied, “Uncle Damien is bringing her. But she’s a very good friend of mine.”

“I suppose it’s good that my brother is finally opening up more with people,” he simmered down, “I’ll see you and Dame in a few weeks then?”

“Yes. Goodb—,” the call was cut off before I could finish.

I lowered the phone and took a steadying breath. It had been a long time since I had last spoken in my first language, but the foreign words still rolled off my tongue with ease. Ironically, it had been a shorter time since I had last spoken to my father and yet he was even more difficult to hold a conversation with than usual. Absently I twirled the phone between carefree fingers, not afraid of letting it fall.

I stopped and shoved my Braille Note into my bag. After my less than pleasant conversation with my father, homework was the last thing that I wanted to do. To be honest, homework wasn’t something that I ever wanted to do. My tutors at home had done their jobs far better than the teachers at this school ever could. Sending me here was really just a reason to rid me of my father’s sight for months at a time. It was really a waste of my time but I had found many ways to…entertain myself.

Leaning back into the seat, I was the picture of cool, calm and collected on the outside. It was a charade but I wore it well. I felt many eyes on me; gazing, longing, wanting. For some reason they craved my company but were intimidated. They didn’t seem to realize that I sensed it all, but why bother their free consciences with details. All the while I let my eyes rove around me, free of the sunglasses that frequently held them prisoner. Everything was a colorless blur before me except the shadows of the people who passed directly in front of me. None of them paid me much attention, but attention wasn’t something that I usually looked for. I sat alone in the cafeteria while everyone else was with their friends eating lunch. I wasn’t hungry, but I needed to be anywhere but my dorm room. It was empty, silent and boring; three things that I personally didn’t like much.

It wasn’t as though I didn’t have friends; it was just that I didn’t like them. There were irritating. All of them. I took this rare time alone to sip on my soda and avoid them altogether. Their high pitched titters, gossip and the shameless plotting against each other was enough to aggravate anyone. Every one of them was fake. Talking to one was like talking to all of them. They all thought the same. None of them would know an original thought if it climbed into their ear and took a shit in their mind. That was the downfall to choosing friends based on pedigree instead of personality. My father didn’t seem to get that. So yeah, my friends were the people he had chosen for me.

The boys would always want to talk about the latest game in some sport that I obviously had never seen or this ‘gorgeous girl’ that I didn’t know. They would go on for hours, not noticing the look of boredom on my face. Then again, I was so used to being bored by dignitaries and guests back at home that a look of polite interest would find its way on my face reflexively. The boys probably got the impression that I cared about what they were talking about.