Destiny's Three Stars

7

"So can I call you?" Michael asked, leaning against the door frame. His hands were in his pockets and he looked so peaceful and calm. I felt like I could throw up at any moment.

"Why... would you want to?" I was trying to be nice. I didn't want him to think I was a totally mean person. I just couldn't stand the thought of being friends with someone who's dad was the devil.

"I want to see you again after today."

"Why?"

He laughed. "So full of questions."

"I could say the same for you, you know." I mumbled.

"I can't help it if I want to get to know you more."

"Well, you kind of can. Don't ask any questions." I shrugged.

He looked at me and I felt him assessing my features. I didn't like that. His deep eyes searched mine, trying to invade the privacy of my mind. What if he did have powers and abilities and was going to use them against me? What if he really was out to hurt me?

"I like you, Destiny. I know this can't be easy for you. I'm trying to make it as painless as possible, I swear."

"You shouldn't swear." I said softly.

A grin spread on his face. "So, um... I'll call you tomorrow?"

"I work until 3."

"You have a job?" He seemed taken aback by the fact that I had a job. How else were we supposed to afford the house?

"Yeah. All day every day."

"Then I'll call you around 4?"

"If you really want to." I rolled my eyes but my stomach clenched. Part of me really did want him to call because I knew he liked me. But the other part of me was terrified it would lead to something awful. Like death.

"Bye, Destiny." He said, waving before he walked out to a dark car. He got into the driver's seat and I sighed in relief.

A hand touched my shoulder and I jumped, screaming loudly. Morta chuckled.

"That was fun. Is he coming over again?"

"You sound just like your sister."

She grimaced. "That pathetic, huh?"

I laughed and shut the door. "I know she means well."

She grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs. She led me to her room then pushed the door open. "Let's go for a run. I know it'll clear your head."

"I'm fine, Morta-"

"You're not, Des. Now get dressed and let's go."

I stared at her knowing full well I wasn't going to argue.

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It was the next day, I was done work, and I was dying. Dying of nerves, that is. Michael said he would call and he hadn't yet at it was almost 4. I was pacing the length of my room, biting my fingernail.

I wasn't doing this out of the kindness of my heart. I was doing it for Nona, mostly. She liked Michael and she would've told me if something was up. Plus, she seemed so excited to see me in a relationship for a change. Was that what it was? Or were we just friends?

Ugh. Why couldn't I have just met some nice guy, a human, without an evil father? Why was my life so complicated?

My phone buzzed and I ran over to it. I frowned. Nona's face appeared on the screen.

I answered with a bland tone, my eyes narrowed. "What is it, Nona?"

"Has he called yet?"

"I was waiting on his call but then you called."

She hung up abruptly and I stood gaping at the phone. She really did that to me. What the-

The phone rang again and I nearly threw it. I hit the answer button then held the phone up to my ear.

"Hi."

"Were you waiting for me to call? It sounded like you answered on the first ring." There was amusement in his voice. I was so embarrassing.

"No. I just got off the phone with Nona."

"Did she ask about me?"

I wanted to punch him. He was driving me crazy. Was that his goal? "No."

I could hear the smile in his voice. "Yes, she did.

"I hate you."

"Can I interest you in a walk through the park this evening?"

"Did you not just hear me?"

"I heard you. I just chose to ignore it."

I sighed. He was doing everything he could to get on my nerves. "You're so annoying."

"Well? What do you say?"

"To what?"

"A date. You and me. The park."

"Tonight?"

"Yes, tonight. I can pick you up at 7."

"I-" What did I say? I couldn't say no. He had to have something planned or he wouldn't have asked to go on such a specific- Wait, did he call it a date?

"See you at 7."

"Michael, this is not a date."

"We'll see about that." Then he hung up. Why was he so frustrating? Why did he bother me so much?