Request from pixie's who wanted to see some Trey and Angeline, I really hope this turned out the way you wished otherwise you can just wish again and I'll make a new story. I keep forgetting I have this story to update but on the other hand I don't have that much writing time during the weeks. Anyway, here you go, a bit of Trey and Angeline, set after the indigo spell.
I could see her, far across the cafeteria. I could see her hair glisten in the sunshine leaking through the windows. I could see her laughing, talking, smiling, but there was something else that caught my eye. The way her smile faded when she thought nobody saw. The way her eyes seemed to flicker over to sadness when she looked around the room. The Angeline the other's didn't see. The one that held my heart. The strong, but yet sensitive girl that I really shouldn't be thinking about like this at all. Stop it Juarez, she is a dhampir. I scolded myself and sat down at a table far from her. Far away from her was the safest place for me right now. I was tempted to take Melbourne's advice, she had basically told me to go for it, which was odd since we both are part of organizations who are disgusted by relationships between humans and the others. But I wasn't going to take it. I wasn't going to pick up things with Angeline again. I wasn't I wasn't I wasn't.
As it often did, time passed. Hours turned to days which turned to weeks in which I watched her from a distance, trying not to take contact with her. Because what would I say if we talked? 'Hey we only saw each other for a few weeks but I think I fell in love with you and I know I have ignored you for what feels like forever but I really really really want you back even though my people completely loathe you'? I couldn't say that, could I? Maybe with some re-phrasing and without the rambling- stop. No Juarez, you are not going to contact her. You are not going to try and mend what you broke. You are not going to take her in your arms and kiss her like those times so many painful weeks ago. No.
My resolve only lasted for a day or so longer, up until I ran into her in the hallway. And I mean that I literally ran into her. Bodies crashing, books falling out of our grips, shaky legs stumbling backwards trying to regain balance. That kind of running into. I started excusing myself and bending down to pick up both our books when I heard a faint 'it's okay' and I stopped in my tracks. Her voice, oh how I had longed to hear that again. My head snapped up and I looked deep into her blue eyes and the world seemed to reel for a second. My tongue went dry and my body stayed frozen halfway down on one knee, holding a book limply in my left hand. She was the one who broke the silence, our eyes still gazing at each other, desperate for this moment to last so we could savor this corner of the world.
"How are you?" Her accent seeping through every word, making me love her more. She looked concerned, a small wrinkle between her eyes who seemed like they had been tearing up a lot lately.
"I-" I began, before my voice disappeared and I cleared my throat. "I have been better," I finally said. She nodded and looked at her hands as I stood up.
"How are you?" I asked her and she looked up at me, anger flashing in her eyes, mixed with sadness and pain and a lot of dark.
"I don't know," She whispered and I got confused.
"What do you mean?" I questioned and she looked back at her hands.
"I don't know how I feel. One second I am sad and want to disappear of the face of the earth, the next I am relieved and glad that things turned out the way they did, and then I suddenly want to find you and punch you in the face," Fire was in her eyes, sorrow in her smile.
"Then do it. Punch me," I offered and she looked at me in shock. To be honest I was kind of shocked myself.
"What?" She asked like she had trouble hearing my words.
"I said: Punch me. I don't care, punch me and get it out. After all, it was you mean swing that got me into you in the first place," I joked, trying to lighten up the atmosphere. I smiled at her, feeling broken inside.
"I can't just punch you in the middle of the hallway. I'll get suspended," She told me quietly and I nodded. Of course, there were people here. People walking past, not giving a second thought to us standing at the edge of the hallway, out of everyone's way. They didn't even know that she was a dhampir and I was a warrior and that we weren't even supposed to stand this close and we definitely weren't supposed to look at each other like this and I would get killed if the warriors knew how much I wanted to kiss her lips and hold her tight right now. But the people around us didn't care, they didn't see.
"Some other time then, when you feel like the moment is right," I stated and handed her the books that belonged in her hands. She nodded and moved past me, walking to her class. I turned around and before my conscience could tell me 'no', I spoke my mind."And Angeline, I'm so sorry," I spoke while she stopped and turned around to face me. She walked back the few steps she had taken and stood in front of me once again.
"I am sorry too," She said and hugged me tight, surprising me. What did she have to be sorry for? It was all my fault. My stupid fault.
"You have nothing to be sorry for," I mumbled into her hair. "I am the one who stopped this, I'm the one who should take the blame," I released her and we stepped apart, the warmth from her body still on my skin and the scent of her hair still in my nose.
"I think we are equal in this," She said and looked ready to go again.
"Okay. Equal. I like the sound of that. I just want you to know, I miss you," I admitted and felt as if I had exposed my heart for her.
"I miss you too," She whispered back before blinking fast and turning around to walk away. Dammit Juarez, why did you hurt yourself this way? There was no way I could keep my distance now. No way, no chance, not at all.