A/N) Irey West is Wally Wests (aka the Flash) daughter. She is adorable, I suggest you research her. I like her and Damian together. I love the sunny girl and grouchy boy trope. You can't stop me.
Their ship is called SpeedDemon.
I love them, they are too perfect together and adorable. Thanks for tuning in, stay awhile, this will probably be like three chapters long. It depends.
"Room 104." A freckled nose wrinkles curiously as the owner tilts her red head to peek through the crack in the door, liquid beauty flows out like invisible silk for the ears, like a haunting drag or slow dance in the air, she can almost taste the loneliness. She can't help pushing the door open further and just stands there, in the rays of the late setting sun in the big window behind her she stares at the straight backed boy, with wide set shoulders and an intense concentration on his elegantly crafted face as he moves his fingers and arm to play his instrument.
She forgets to breathe for a moment, the mixture of the smooth violin music and nearly perfect form shocks her in awed silence.
Then the melody stops too soon and she forgets herself before she starts applauding like an idiot, completely shattering the calm serene silence that's followed the haunting tune.
The reproachful anger on that beautiful face shocks her even more than the music had.
"Oh – I – I'm sorry to interrupt, but is this – room 104 – " She pretends to take another peek in false uncertainty.
He takes a moment to graze sharp eyes over her, from her high unruly red pony tail to her freckled face to her scrapped knee, to her uneven sock and scuffed shoes, she feels suddenly insecure in comparison to hi model uniform, pressed collar, buttoned sleeves and shiny black shoes.
"It is."
Okay then. "Um – are you – are you Damian Wayne?" She kind hopes he isn't but at the same time she does but he's realty intimidating in his perfection and she doesn't really let others get to her but this boy is – different.
"I am."
She wrinkles her brows together and chews on her pink bottom lip. "Um – hi, I'm Irey West – maybe Mrs. Morris told you about me?"
"She did."
"Can you speak in more than two syllables?" She snaps suddenly and clicks her mouth shut, she's nervous and the way he's talking and looking at her is freaking her out.
His mouth suddenly tilts in a sarcastic smirk almost, but not really, "I can."
Seriously?
Does he think her obvious anxiety is funny right now?
"Well, um – great, so – I'm sort of new to the music division of the academy, and I've been taking violin for about a year now – and Mrs. Morris says you're the best student in this place and can help me get situated and caught up. Can you? And do say you can – because – "
"Depends."
She lets out a sigh and barely restrains an eyes roll. "On what exactly?"
"Your skill level."
"Oh look – three words. Good job." She snarks, without meaning to – but he's starting to rub her the wrong way a little bit.
"He crosses his arms and raises a smooth brow at her, "Well?"
"Well what?"
"What can you do?"
Oh - "Um, what was that you were playing earlier?"
He looks suddenly interested, "Czardas, Monti. Do you know it?"
"No – but it was really pretty, kind of haunting and like fog over a glass pond." She explains as she actually walks into the room and gets closer to him, she smiles brightly, trying to restart the meeting and holds out her hand, "Nice to meet you."
He gives her hand an appraising look then takes it slowly, and she's stunned at the warmth and smoothness – artist's hands- that's what he has, she notices the first sign of imperfection around his fingernails and knuckles, where she sees black smudges but – her eyes dart upward to his and her breathing stutters.
Shoot.
He's even better looking up close and she hates herself ten times more now because she just knows her face is turning as red as her hair and she despises it . . .
"Er – hi." She mumbles and he finally lets her hand go.
"Right." He doesn't seem awkward but when she looks back a him he's already turned away and is collecting his things.
"Aren't you going to hear me?"
"I have a tight schedule, I only agreed to this because Morris suggested it for raising my GPA. Either you can play or not? We will start from there." He sounds suddenly even more clipped and stone-like.
"I kinda can?"
"Not good enough."
"Okay, I'm decent at scales and small more upbeat pieces, I have never done a solo piece but I am pretty good at team orchestra pieces." She lays it out as unemotionally as he asked.
He regards her for a silent moment then clicks his tongue and looks away. "I only have time Wednesdays and Fridays after school and Saturday mornings, either you come or don't, I don't care either way, but just so you don't misunderstand." He swings his bag over his shoulder and pins her with his eyes again, "I don't play games with this, and I have a goal to reach and training you will not be something that sidetracks me, so either you but in commitment or go somewhere else."
She stares, wide eyes and sort of shocked. "Um – okay - ?"
"Right." He mutters, looks like he doesn't like her answer and walks out. "Lock the door behind you." And disappears down the hallway.
Irey blinks after him at the empty doorway. What?
She looks at the unused instrument bag on the floor next to her – then back at the door.
"Jerk. Didn't even hear me play." And that's when she decides, she does not like Damian Wayne and his uppity attitude.
She'll show him how serious she is.
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