Chapter 5. All Hallows Eve Masquerade Ball/which one are you taking, Kim?
Fall October 29 Monday. 2013
I stretched across the bed happily. Not my bed. Jarrick's. He laughed at my lax expression. I glared at him playfully. "Are you making fun of me? No candy for you!" I scolded. He laughed and took a Reese's peanut butter cup from me. I gasped and then lunged for my Reese's. "Don't. Touch. My. Peanut. Butter. Cups." I hissed warningly. He dropped it instantly. "It was just a joke. Yeesh, Kim. Take it easy." I frowned. "Sorry." I apologized instantly.
"You've changed." Jarrick accused. I glared. "Yeah, and?" I asked rudely. "I don't like it." He stated. I sat back. "Well I like the way I've changed and matured. If you don't like it then, tough." I flung at him. He narrowed his eyes. "Fine. I bet you hang with Erik and his drunk friends at Seventh Heaven too, don't you?" He demanded angrily. I didn't like Jarrick suddenly. "Okay, first off, Jerk, I work at Seventh Heaven. And secondly, Erik and his friends don't drink. Period. They talk to me at work so I'm not lonely. Don't judge them." I defended Erik. I had to defend Erik. I don't know why. Oh well. "Look, I want to take a break from…from us!" I finished exasperated. Jarrick looked away, pissed. "Fine. I don't need you, anyway." I started crying and flew down the stairs and ran straight into Erik. "I'm sorry!" I sobbed. "Wait, what happened, Kim? Did he hurt you? If he did I'll—"Erik began angrily. "No, no, no. I broke it off with him." I exclaimed. Erik wore a pitied expression. But I couldn't handle pity from him so I ran out the door.
Erik pov
I watched as she ran away from the house every fiber of my being screaming at me KILL! "Wow. She didn't stay and I lined her up perfectly for you, Monster. So sad." Jarrick's voice lazily sneered. I turned and glared. "You. Upset. Kim. WHY?" I yelled at him. Jarrick shrugged nonchalantly. "I was getting a bit bored with the peace so I purposely upset her." Jarrick admitted arrogantly. I roared in anger. Jarrick smiled at me amusedly. "Oh does Monsieur L' Phantom have a sweet spot for the pitiful singer?" Jarrick taunted. "For Shame!" Jarrick scolded. Then he smiled. "How about a bet? She'll choose whom she wants…you or me. And whomever she chooses the other will interfere no more. Will even leave the country never to return…You game, Monster?" Jarrick taunted. I smiled viciously. "I'm definitely game, Boy!" I smiled. "The terms are as follows: We both charm her. Whoever she's more in love with wins. If I win she's mine." Jarrick smiled. "And if I win Boy? Then what?" I asked lazily. Jarrick shrugged. "If by some miracle she chooses you, then you can personally escort me to the airport where I will get on a plane bound for Paris and I'll never darken your doorstep ever again. Fair?" Jarrick asked impatiently. I shook the Boy's hand happily. He's got no inkling that she's already half-in love with me…He's going to wish he'd never made this dang bet…I thought happily. I smiled and went downstairs to work on a happy piece of my opera.
