NOTE: I forgot to say, this story is based on Canon but it's going to be taken in another direction. Thanks for reading.
*~*Chapter Two*~*
2.
At the time, it seemed like a good idea to obtain a place at university. Just to keep herself from getting bored, she had chosen a course of economics and business. Six months into the semester, she had topped whatever at been thrown at her and now students wanted to hang around her to let her charm rub off on them.
Nina had opted to share an apartment room with a quiet young woman named Julia Chang. The woman was a little bit of a bookworm but wasn't a pest like many other students were.
One of the rewarding experiences of sharing an apartment was that Julia could cook.
That was the lesser of two evils. Nina hadn't a clue what to do behind the stove and had always consumed readymade meals which Julia had abhorred.
"You're not going to invite those friends of yours are you?"
Whenever the woman cooked a hefty meal, she had always invited her "friends" from college who always managed to find ways in pissing her off. Nina believed Julia's heart was too big and the woman always invited trouble for herself.
"Eh yeah, just Gavin, Stacy, Thomas, Hayley and Regina."
Right. Oh fuck.
"We're doing a dinner party thing; we host a party and see who has cooked the tastiest meal."
"Well in that case, I'll be eating alone tonight."
Nina did not want their presence at all. Nor could she tolerate it.
Work.
It was increasing these days. The strain on her wrists from pulling and pushing, flashes of her pulling triggers came to mind; she dragged herself to compete against the others and felt the heat pulsating on her back.
"Hi there, I want a Malibu."
"Get us a scotch eh,"
"Listen Barbie, got a moment?"
"I want him dead, got it? Shoot the motherfucker."
"Get them all, I'll double your pay."
"Wendy, are you alright?" A woman asks and Nina slowly recognises her.
"Get back to work."
She doesn't repeat herself and brushes past the girl.
"Alright, I was just askin' jeez, fuckin' bitchy Barbie doll." Nina heard the girl cuss.
She'd deal with the bitch later.
Outside, it was warm but had a strange cool touch which made goose-bumps spread all over her arms. Of course, there were the occasional disgusting fumes of smokers. Couldn't they just die already? She thinks, puffing out their brains out.
She finds him looking out into the sky, completely engrossed in the stars. She watches him for a moment, contemplating whether or not to approach him.
"What are you doing out here?"
She wants to know why he's shirking his responsibilities.
He takes his gaze off the sky and takes his time in turning towards her. He holds her gaze for a moment and breaks it. Nina finds him walking past her and then he stops.
"Did you…remember the third tournament?"
"I remember you. With the flame pants, red gauntlets and the whole vengeful eyes thing you had going on."
"Something had possessed you."
Nina felt the acid on her tongue. She hadn't expected him to put it in such a way. The heat got to her head, she couldn't think of anything but his words.
"I don't remember that but since you put it that way, I'll have you know I'm not interested in your death."
His lips part and then curves into a small smile.
She noticed.
"It's best that you don't remember."
He buries his hands deep in his pockets and walks back inside.
Nina watches his retreating form that replays before her eyes.
He was intriguing.