was the soccer ball and the goal and not
falling. 10 minutes later he kicked the ball into the goal with his
eyes closed…or it should’ve been the goal until someone kicked the
ball back at him. Opening his eyes he saw Christophe.
“Du- te dracu ’,”
Alias mumbled and the words echoed in his head in English, Fuck
you, He thought. Before he thought about it he had kicked the
soccer ball flying toward Christophe’s head. Christophe caught it
quickly.
“Intra în interiorul înainte de a vă de rău,” Christophe said with a laugh.
“How about you just let me suffer?” Alias
asked with a slight smile.
When he got back in Alex and Amethyst were
playing the Wii.
“What happened to training?” Alias asked.
“Why, you already know she’s super strong
anyway” He said.
“And she’s better at guilty gear than you
two,” he said with a laugh.
“Really now?” Alias asked doubtingly.
“Am apel viitoare !!!” Christophe yelled.
“Nu! Eu sunt urmatorul !” Alias
yelled right after.
“What did they just say?” Amethyst asked.
“Their arguing over who’s next to fight
you-you just killed me!!!” Alex yelled. “Rematch!!” Alex
yelled.
“No mine!” Christophe yelled pulling the
wrist strap off Alex and remembering to speak English so Amethyst
could understand him.
“Ready?” she asked.
“GO!!” he yelled. The battle was awesome and
really close but in the end of it.
“Annihilation!!!” Amethyst yelled.
“Good game, Jewel,” Christophe said.
“Yeah…good game,” she said with a smile. “Uh,
hey you still want to play me?” She asked Alias.
“Yeah!” he said. After a good eight rounds
they both decided to call it a tie…for now. There was a knock on
his door.
“Come in,” he said. It was Amethyst.
“It’s cool here so far,” she said.
“I’m glad you think so,” Alias responded
turning from the window.
“You never told me that other part of why I’m
here,” she said.
“What other part?” Alias asked.
“You said that I’m here to help with wars and reach potential and
then you stopped talking and told me to go eat breakfast,” she
said.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he
said at a monotone.
“Don’t lie to me you liar, you’re a bad
liar,” she said quickly.
“Temper, temper,” Alias said.
“Fuck you, it doesn’t matter,” she said. “Oh
yeah do you have like stalker vision?” She asked.
“What the hell?” he asked.
“You were staring at me for a while, with
some weird look, what the hell?” She said.
“I don’t know what you mean sorry,” he
said.
“Whatever,” she said. Alex was right, I do
have a look…but why are mine always so…obvious, he thought.
The rain had not let up yet so outdoor
training was temporarily postponed as it seemed and that was fine.
Everyone was having fun. Alias had calmed down some but there was
still something wrong and he was still unsure what it was. He
didn’t know who his problem was with and wasn’t sure what it was
but he knew for sure he needed to deal with it before things got
out of hand with his temper which he was usually good at
controlling. Lunch was fun and amethyst still seemed amazed at all
the food they had to eat.
“Your chair Madame,” Christophe said smoothly
as he politely pulled out Amethyst’s chair for her.
“Thank you,” she said taking her seat.
Lunch was full of laughter and once that was
over Alias rushed to his room not from anger at someone but anger
at himself for knowing the problem and knowing that there was
absolutely nothing that he could do about it. He knew earlier but
tried to avoid what he had seen coming. “I’m falling in love with
her…” he said with his voice muffled by his pillow. “But Christophe
always wins…why must I want what I can’t have?” He thought aloud.
“This sucks,” he finished putting in his headphones, making sure to
skip over any song related to love or any such mater.
Chapter 5
Talking upon deaf