Against All Odds

how i met the brown eyed devil

"After 3 failed relationships you really can't blame me for being against dating" I shout at my best friend. Although I don't remember how we got to the shouting and screaming part of our conversation. I really must be losing it.
"Actually I can, it was your fault that José cheated!!" Lily screams back at me.I can't help but stumble back those words hit me harder than a sledgehammer ever could.
My fault, Maybe It was after all.
"You are right.."I sigh , once again I feel defeated.
Lily is obviously taken back by what I say." Tara that's not what I...I mean...it wasn't...he was a jerk..." She stammers and I can't help but laugh.
I turned him into a jerk ..

Before I'm able to say anything, I see him across the room.Like always he walks like he doesn't care how the ground feels and like always he has the attention of every girl in the room. But only I have his attention, I guess its too late to run now.
"Hey cousin" he greets me and I can't help but flinch at the way he says "cousin" like the word is poison itself capable of killing him slowly the more he says it."How'dy cousin' I greet back..making sure to drag the godforsaken word. Why did I have to be related to him?, the boy on demand, whose voices could make girls weak at their knees.The brown eyed devil himself, why is the universe so against me?...
"Ummm Tara.." Lily coughs bringing back to" earth"..
"Umm sorry Lily you remember Roman right...?"I say trying by all means not to look at the all black wearing devil beside me...Its only after my best friend gives me the "well duh" expression that I realize how stupid my words were.Of course she knows him..inspite of being new he is pretty popular courtesy of his super human good looks.
" Anyway..I'm going to get a head start..see you in class..cheerio" she waves at me already half way out of the cafeteria.I make sure to shoot daggers at her, in my head I'm killing her in the most brutal way possible.
I look at Roman who is already looking at me, as if he is trying to internalize everything about me.But at the same time I see the conflict and war raging inside his head.
"So...how are you" I ask trying to fill the silence.
As usual he doesn't answer the question, he never does and its moments like these I wish I knew why but I won't ask.Instead he asks me the one question I didn't expect him to" Does blood really matter?" He waits for a second before leaving me conflicted...
Does it really?