Dark Room

chapter 5

I already felt that my entire cycle was beginning to struggle when Ace and I arrived at his people.

As expected, some looked at me disapprovingly, including Victoria and her follower friend Janine, even Adam did not seem really happy. But there were also some who looked at me very friendly, Ian and Leandro were some of them. Others, however, did not show any reaction. Exceptionally, Adrian once resembled his brother Adrael.

As I wanted to hide my mounting insecurity, I quickly dropped my eyes and more or less interested in looking at my shoe tips, following Ace, who had still grabbed my arm and was now leading us to a slightly more separate room.

"Well," he began immediately. "My little brother Kyle ..." Hah. I was really right. "... is currently finishing the lots."

Enthusiastic hoots and excited whispers of the girls followed.

"You know the rules?"

"What for a question, Ash. Honestly," Ian shouted outraged to his buddy, waving a crumpled beer can over his eyes.

Annoyed, Ace took it from him and finally let me go. "My name is Ace, Ian."

"Ashes. Tell me."

Leandro clapped his hand to his forehead. "Damn it, you idiot, stop letting yourself run like that, I do not want to call an ambulance like the last time, real."

Ian waved dismissively, while he swayed briefly to the right and was supported by Adrian again. "If you like nothing, I'll be fine."

Incredulous, Adrian and Adrael each raised one of their dark eyebrows.

Damn, that was good.

"Certainly you're fine, you've probably never felt better, have you?" Adrael commented dryly on what Ian said, almost a bit contemptuously, and with Adrian's help put it right again.

My body reacted again with goose bumps to the sound of that deep, pleasant voice.

Completely ill, but I was always looking forward to the moment when they were both talking. As already mentioned, this unbelievable depth was totally fascinating, but I was also totally taken with this light accent, which came to light in some words. Olivia typed in British slang, I was more likely to believe that both of them spoke Spanish fluently and therefore spoke some things differently.

As Latinos they could go through. And I knew that, because my dad was one too. Even if you did not look at these unique features like tanned skin and dark, slightly curly hair. Every time I felt like an albino next to my family with my almost white-blond hair and dark blue eyes.

The complete opposite of the look.

It was still a mystery anyway, before I could have inherited that, just because Mom also had brown hair, though a few shades lighter, and hazel eyes.

Quickly I wiped my thoughts aside, because thanks to them I had once again drifted completely out of the real world. Out of the corner of my eye, I realized that everyone here in the room had been redistributed as smaller groups and only I was still standing relatively in the middle of the room with them.

Slowly, the contours of Adrian's distinctive features were revealed. His slightly curved lips twisted into an amused smile. Unlike his brother, he was once again amused by this situation. "And Ian?" He began in a quip. "Do you see any more pink camels, or a blue pig?"

He grinned dreamily. "No, I see you standing in front of the altar."

Adrian cocked his head in surprise.

"That's an interesting vision," Adrael remarked without taking his eyes off his phone screen. The sarcasm was clearly audible.

Is he always in such a bad mood? How exhausting.

But because of his nature he did not seem to scare the girls anyway. Rather, he rather attracted her with his physique and self-confident appearance.

Adrian gave him a quick look of frowning eyebrows before turning back to Ian curiously. "Honestly, I did not mean to marry so fast," he admitted openly, passing casually through his muddy dark brown hair. "But now I want to know who my bride is?"

"Your conversation topics are getting even more unusual." Ace leaned against my shoulder, which I did not comment on because right now my tongue still felt as heavy as lead because I was still scared of the next few minutes.

Ian pointed to me with his chin. "You."

The light gray eyes with this dark, almost black rim around the iris wandered over to me as if on command, followed by the other eyes of the group.

Adrael also turned his impressive light blue eyes on me.

And I - I got white like the wall in shock.

That was just too much attention for me. Especially this statement - it is probably not even more unrealistic.

There was a brief silence between us, each one answering their own questions.

Leandro was finally the first to look back at Ian in irritation. "I take care of your ... um ... statement."

Ian waved his outstretched index finger back and forth. "That was a dream."

Adam laughed loudly all of a sudden, but quickly he stopped under the many looks of the other people in the room and only smiled dismissively at me. "As if."

With a raised eyebrow, Adrael slowly pushed his phone into the back pocket of his hand and folded his arms across his broad chest. "I think Adrian's opinion is more important than your opinion, Adam," he alluded to his buddy's hostile posture.

There was hope in me. Did he really just defend me?

A glance at him, however, told me the opposite. This guy probably had sarcasm as a middle name.

Before Adrian could say anything, however, Kyle walked leisurely into the room, holding a cardboard box in one hand. "Sooo people, let's go." All attention was now on him again.