Wattpad Block Party - Winter Edition III

Macy_Filia Presents: World-Class Villain

(Author's Note: Hi hello, thank you for stopping by! I'm Macy, and I'm so glad and grateful to be part of this awesome event again! :) My post is a short story/mash-up of two of my stories, SINGING ON THE ROOF and DIAMOND RED. It can be considered a SINGING ON THE ROOF: VOL.2 teaser, but you don't have to know who anybody is or what anybody's done to read and hopefully have fun. Happy Wattpad Block Party, everyone! *throws confetti*)

Macy_Filia Presents: World-Class Villain

Narrated by:

Axl Ames (aka Anaxagoras Amarados) from DIAMOND RED

Starring:

Yiayia Xenia from DIAMOND RED

Lucian (beep)ing Nyx from SINGING ON THE ROOF

Lucian Nyx and I meet once a year, every year, for the past six years.

It's on the day of Greek Easter.

Our first ever conversation went something like this:

"Hi! I'm Axl!"

"I know. And Anaxagoras is your Greek name."

At this point, eleven-year-old me was already weirded out. "Ooooookay, how did you know how to pronounce that so well?"

"I know things," he said. As I would find out over the years, that was an understatement.

"What's your name?"

"Lucian." I now think that Lucifer would be more fitting.

"Do you wanna dig a hole in the sand with me?" I asked, because I was such a naïve little cinnamon roll.

"Digging holes is for idiots." As is—in Lucian's opinion—many things that require effort.

"Why?"

"The waves will ruin them anyway." Which is his life mantra in general—I mean why try to do something that's going to make you happy since all happiness is fleeting?

"But it's gonna be fun!"

"You will fall into the hole and hurt yourself." Always the eternal pessimist.

"No I'm not!" Always the stubborn dreamer.

"You're dumb. Bye," the eleven-year-old version of him said and then walked away from me.

Safe to say, the waves ruined my hole that day, I fell in it, and I sprained my wrist.

Lucian Nyx.

My nemesis.

It's Greek Easter day today, our family is leaving for the Stamos's house soon, and I am prepared.

"Μη του πας κόντρα σήμερα, έμαθα είναι στεναχωρημένος," Yiayia Xenia says.

"Lucian Nyx?" I scoff. "Why would he be upset?"

Yiayia X shakes her head, cutting the baklava in neat little pieces. "Δε ξέρω τι έγινε ακόμα, αλλά σου λέω έχει θέμα. Μου το 'πε η Κική που της το 'πε η Τίνα που της το 'πε ο Παύλος που του το 'πε ο Φώτης ο Σταματάκης ο γιατρός που 'ναι φίλος του πατέρα του μικρού."

"That's a blown-up rumor, and rumors spread amongst Greeks like chicken pox. Since you don't know exactly what happened, it's all a bunch of lies," I reply.

Yiayia X thrusts her chin up, prideful. "Εμένα δε μου λέει κανείς ψέματα."

"Of course, how could I ever forget that nobody's allowed to lie to you." Rolling my eyes, I start putting the baklava in individual dessert liners. "Let's accept for a second that something bad did happen to him, then. Why should I care? He's a demon sea urchin with no soul!"