Twist of Fate

Chapter2: Sparks

Twist of Fate

Chapter2: Sparks

            It took me seconds to digest the fact.

            “Lenick? As in THE Lenick I’m supposed to . . .” I faltered and really wanted to die right then and there. I was about to say: marry. But that was a subject you only thought about when you’re in your twenties, right? And I probably might seem too eager to marry him. I watched him roll his eyes and disappear into the closet. Not even bothering to answer my question. I blushed furiously at my naivety.

            Honestly? I thought the Lenick that I’d be meeting was . . . nicer. You know, someone with polished manners—being in a posh family and all… Then I get stuck with him. I didn’t like him. Oh he’s cute, yes, but nice and friendly? Not an inch. I could see my future in this big, nice mansion with this cute, unstable jerk.

It wasn’t promising.

I stood there, waiting for him to come out and tell me what room I’m supposed to stay in. I mean, I cannot be actually staying in this dark, gloomy room, can I? The thought of having to wake up seeing his scowling face everyday first thing in the morning makes me shiver in revulsion. Besides, the room’s enough to make one feel claustrophobic.

So I stood there, until my legs started hurting and my shoulder went numb. Then there was a loud banging sound and Lenick finally, finally went out. He wore a sky blue shirt and black shorts.

Black and blue; black walls, blue bed, black hair, black-blue eyes, black shorts, blue shirt… What were these, his favorite colors?

Not wanting to get into his bad side, I looked at him expectantly, thinking he should be the one to take control because he owns the house. However, he just looked back at me. “What?” He said, raising his eyebrows.

“Are you going to tell me where I’m staying?”

“Why?”

“Because… you have to?”

“’Have to’?”

“Because I can’t stay here…” I quickly amended when his face twisted into a threatening scowl. Again.

“Why?”

“Because I can’t.”

A wicked gleam came into his eyes, but it disappeared just as quickly. “You scared of me?” He struggled to keep a straight face. I feigned horror—of course I’d be scared! “No!” He stepped closer. “Yeah?”

I struggled to maintain my façade. “Seriously.”

He stepped closer. “Really?”

“Really”

He gave me a wolfish grin. “You sure?”

I gulped. “No” I gave in. He reeked of ‘bad boy’ and ‘don’t mess with me’. In short, he creeped me out.

Lenick laughed at my answer. “Knew it! And tough luck: You’re staying here.” He went in the walk-in closet again. When he went out, he was dragging a mattress. He placed it beside his bed. “Put your bag under my bed. You’re sleeping on the mattress. They’ll come later with your new toiletries and beddings.”

“’They’?” I managed to croak out. I thought back to the horror novels I read in my neighbor’s house. He flashed me a disgusted look as if he read my mind. “The maids.”

“Oh” I blushed and did what he told me. “So, you wanna change or are you ready?” he suddenly asks after I found a spot under his bed in the midst of all the clothes and men’s magazines scattered under it. I stood up warily. It felt so awkward with him talking to me like I was a little sister or something. “What do you mean? Ready for what?”