Gemini|| #Wattys2019

Chapter 9

"Well, I suppose it's nice to finally meet my stalker." I stand taller and attempt to look confident but my wet hair gets tangled in my elbow, causing a small yelp from me when I swing my arm down. I awkwardly flick the strands over my shoulder and resume my brave stance while the lean man in front of me turns away and starts wandering around the small area we occupy. He seems about my age. Maybe a year or two older.

"I prefer 'guardian angel'," He stops a few paces away and faces me again, his bare, toned arms folded across his tight, black, turtleneck tank top as he speaks bluntly. "And, uh, no need to thank me for saving your life."

"Thank you--?!"

"You're welcome." He stares me down as I do the same with him.

"What are you? A Pisces?" Such an unpleasant first encounter could only mean we are most certainly not compatible.

"Close. I'm actually a Virgo." His voice is monotone and indifferent.

"I had a feeling you'd say that." I raise an eyebrow at him.

"What gave me away? The fact that I'm dress in black or the fact that we already hate each other?" He rolls his gunpowder eyes at me and scoffs. "You know, all of this zodiac drama is completely illogical, right? Why would the stars have anything to do with our personalities?"

"Careful there, stranger, with all that talk about logic, someone might mistake you to be a Gemini." His face contorts into a look of disgust at my comment.

"Well, if there's one thing my sign got right, it's the fact that I despise the vast majority of the Geminis I've met." His comment leaves me insulted and forces a pause in our bickering. The Virgo averts his eyes and stares at the dirt while kicking it up with his combat boots.

"So, stalker," I regain his attention. "Do you have a name or am I going to have to continue coming up with things on the spot?" Is that a little smile I see? I didn't know Virgos had such an ability.

"Most call me Atlas." His eyes glaze over for a second, seemingly far away.

"So is that your real name or some kind of pseudonym?" I challenge, the bite in my voice seceding in order to have a normal conversation. However, I quickly realize this "Atlas" guy has other ideas.

"That's really none of your business." He snaps.

"Sir, I was only trying to make conversation. There's no need to be so discourteous." My eyes narrow at him. If he's not willing to be kind, neither am I. After all, I owe him nothing. He's in my territory. "But since, I'm feeling so polite today," My voice seeps with sarcasm. "I'll offer you my own name. I am--"

"Aurelia. Yeah, I know." Atlas says bluntly with another roll of his eyes.

"That's Princess Aurelia to you." My voice squeaks in disbelief. Who does he think he is? "And maybe us Geminis would be less difficult to like if you weren't such a disagreeable Virgo."

"You know? The more you speak, the more I believe in the horoscopes. I hate everything about you and I only met you, like, seven minutes ago. We are definitely not compatible." His voice stays level and serious. It doesn't raise in volume, nor does he grow frantic. But he is definitely annoyed with the current situation. And, just for the record, neither am I.

"If you hate me so much, than why are you here?" Silence. Then he speaks again, but much quieter like my presence has exhausted his vocal chords.

"Just following orders, m'lady."

"Orders? Whose orders do you follow?" My question is left unanswered so I try a different one. "What exactly are your orders?" That too is given no response at first, but then Atlas sighs deeply and runs a hand through his midnight hair.