Falling Like The Stars || UNDER HEAVY EDITION ||

Sixteen

"I'm devastated. Let's turn back home," I whined with contempt. There was not a single possibility that I could survive the merciless housing of Cruella De Vil. Images of her lama-fleeced rugs crammed my concept. And I saw dad complimenting her lavishness. The thought crippled my soul intensely. I bequeath my attention towards the driver's seat. "Danny, it's time you learn to break your word."

Danny grinned at the rear mirror, "The hammer's with Thor, Blake. And I'm sure Asguardian is a million miles away from here. Suit your luck."

This "luck" thing was irritating me now. "It's the Fates, Dan, not luck." I grunted in a low rage, abruptly propping on the driver's seat, staring gravely at him. "How about we make ourselves a deal?"

Danny's brow arched, "A deal?"

"You drop me back at home and I'll buy you Endgame from the netstore. How's that?"

"Apologies, milady. I already watched it five times." I was sorely expecting him not to say that. The part where the universal truth stood yelling at me for overlooking the fact that Danny was a hard-hitting devotee of Marvel clichés knocked me on the face. I sighed in reluctance.

"Somebody fly me to Asguardian then." I breathed out loudly. The air was sucked by the tubes and replenished back again. I was living in a hell with borrowed atmosphere. For a regular being, it'd almost seem like a fictional comic strip that scrapped off every inch of my happiness. The real world was... rewarded to Cruella. She achieved my abhorrence when she had stolen my dad. Tangled sentiments howled in me, and I could do nothing but endure.

George was observing me creepily. His brown-grey eyes zoomed against the wall of my confidence, peeking through my heartbroken thoughts. I pretended not to notice the camera he held around his neck. I'd be amused if he said he was going to hide it somewhere in Cruella's palace to 'keep a watch on me'. The feeling was absolutely not mutual.

Julie broke the weirdness, and I couldn't have been more grateful. "So, I was wondering..." her eyes glittered with excitement, "how 'bout we take a break and chill in some good café? My stamina level is so down that I don't think I'll be able to make it if my tummy isn't stuffed with some Expresso. Less calorie, of course."

This was a great opportunity, and I declared to clasp on it. The bunch of us blinked innocently at Danny, flickering the long lashes cheesily. He rolled his eyes, "What've I got myself into?"

"Star Wars," Ben laughed. I almost jumped at the sight of him appearing right beside me all of an impulse. Ben was the family kiddos, whom everyone struggled not to get frightened of, despite his plumb cheeks and baby complexion. Every time one mustered the courage to converse with him, he'd inflate agendas of death or old age misery. He was perhaps the most inscrutable child I've ever met.

Danny said, "Sure enough." And a roar of cheering filled the vehicle. "But, on one condition..." His eyes were wickedly fixed on mine, "Blake has to swear not to become a Runaway Bride."

The naïve glances turned at me. I was doomed. "Dan's getting on my nerves now."

It was an unfair agreement. Danny laughed in his winning stance and headed for the closest snack bar in the arena. I, on the other hand, was the loser with an advantage: We'd atleast be late for De Vil's nightstay.

Hey readers!

So I might not be able to proceed with the book this soon, since my exams are waiting outside the door of my life with a ten-inched  knife, that'd slaughter me if I don't start my revisions now.

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