As I couldn't stand the total silence between us, which is terrifying, I finally broke the ice.
"Where's mom?" Dimitri looked at me with his dark brown eyes. They were admiring I have to admit. Now I understand why mother loves him so much. Apart from that, he also had his gorgeous shoulder-length, brown hair, tied in a ponytail. Another point given to my mother.
"With the Queen, propably. She'll tag along once she finished her business," He nodded to Guardian Alto - or more preferably known as Stan - as he passed by us. He is known for teaching the rebellious Rosemarie Hathaway and now, he is having another pain in the ass as he had to teach me, the mini rebellious, not-so-brutal like my mom.
"How's Mika doing?" Dimitri asked, giving me a sidelong glace. I smirked as I knew he was at my side. My mother insisted that I should called him by his real name instead of 'Mika' as it sounds like a feminine name for a tough guy but Dimitri allowed me to call him by the cute nickname, secretly of course.
"Fine, I guess. Besides, there's nothing unusual hap-"
That's when it happened.
Michael pulled me inside his head, giving me full access to whatever he did. Ugh. I hate when this happened. I felt like I am intruding his privacy. Again, just like my mother, I seldomly told Michael about this as I am pretty sure I don't want to have my hair on fire again.
He was currently at his culinary class. I have to admit, he's a pretty good cook. That's why he's the teacher's pet. In Ms. Blake's eyes, he is flawless with every dish he cooked. Now he seems to be adding a few final touches on his fresh from the oven meatloaf, his so-called signature dish. He was about to present it to the old teacher at the front when one of the guardian announced that the Queen has arrived.
As she stepped into the room, Michael dashed towards his mother and gave his somewhat angelic smile, ignoring the snickers and a few "momma's boy" comments. Aunt Lissa still look stunning with her jade green eyes and pale blond hair, replicated by Michael himself. Having them both side by side is like a completion of a beautiful portrait.
"I'm just stopping by to remind you about the promise we made," She smiled. Promise? Michael didn't told me anything about that especially, the one with his kind mother.
He hesitated for while, then smiled back at her.
"Yes, I remember about that. Care for a taste of my meatloaf?" Strange, I thought. He immediately changed the topic as if he knew I was looking through his eyes. A feeling of anxious and depressed flowed through my mind. This is absolutely strange. He seldomly keep any secrets from me as he knew he couldn't keep them to himself. I knew most of them as they accidentally slipped from his mouth.
"Why not? I remember your father made this during our first dinner date." She grabbed a fork and a knife from a trolley full of neatly organized utensils and cut a small piece of the meatloaf. I don't even know how a person could cut a piece of meat in a graceful way. I don't really have anything against her, it is just that I am a completely different person, let alone my meat cutting skills. She smiled as she chewed the piece of meat which brings a whole new glow to Michael's face.
After she elegantly wiped the corner of her mouth with a tissue, she bid her son farewell and as well to the others.
"Chloe?"
With the help of Dimitri's concern voice and his strong grasp on my shoulder, I came back to the harsh reality.
"Are you OK? You seemed a bit blur and you even stopped walking." A genuine feel of concern crossed his face despite of his stoic expression which he always wore. I believed that is why mother called him a god.
"Mika kept something from me." I stared straight into Dimitri's eyes. I could see a glint of something - guilt maybe, "I'm fine. Let's just go to the gym and practice." I'll deal with Michael later. Ugh I hate this fucking feeling of curiosity.