I leaned to the side of the car and peered at him as he took the next turn into my apartment dorm. One hand on the wheel and the other lazily swinging outside his open window, Gunnar chuckled.
“Why do you keep looking at me?”
I frowned and leaned forward in my seat, staring deep into his blue eyes from the side. He turned his face to me completely and held my gaze with an amused look. Unsatisfied I leaned back and crossed my arms over my chest, finally looking away from him.
The moon must have been playing tricks on me. Maybe the sex had fucked with my mind or something. There was no way.
I turned to look at him.
But I could have sworn…
I sat back and shook my head.
Whatever, this wasn’t like some supernatural world out here. Vampires and werewolves and all that shit were only in fucking twilight books for horny middle aged women.
Gunnar whistled as he calmly pulled up to the vacant parking lot next to my building. Of course most people were still at the game. The few college students walking around were those doing late night studying or had no interest whatsoever in hockey.
I frowned at him as he whistled. “Why are you whistling?”
“What? I can’t whistle?” He asked.
“Who whistles?” I shrugged.
He whistled in my face loudly. I shrieked back and put my hand over my left ear hearing a sharp ring.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry.” He laughed reaching out for me. I swatted his hand away, even though he kept reaching for me. He did look at me ear with concern as he took my hand in his. “I’m sorry.”
I sucked my teeth and yanked my hand out of his. Gunnar looked down at the movement with a smile. He immediately grabbed my hand again, forcing me to let him hold it. I pulled away, but without enough of a fight. My mouth contouring into a soft smile, as he finally released me and I crossed my arms over my chest and looked out the passenger window.
“You wanna come up?” I shrugged. He’d picked me up before, but never been inside. I knew my other two roommates would still be at the game and they’ll probably end up going with the team to eat somewhere.
Gunnar leaned back in his seat and effortlessly draped his hand behind the passenger seat, his legs spread wide as he looked at me.
I scoffed. “Why are you smiling?” I couldn’t deny that I was too.
“You’re amusing.”
“What’s so amusing?” I asked defensively.
“Why so defensive?” He flicked my cheek with the hand that was closer to my face.
“Hey!” I swatted his arm. He pulled back and unbuckled his seat belt.
“You have food?” He asked turning off his car and grabbing his wallet and phone from the cup holder.
I unbuckled my belt and shrugged. “Ramen…I think…something.”
Gunnar made a sound I couldn’t interpret and got out the car.
“It’s a college dorm apartment, not a five star restaurant.”
“You’re gonna make me ramen.”
“I’m not gonna make you anything.” I replied.
“Can you even cook?” He asked, coming around and putting his arm around my shoulder.
I didn’t give any indication that the gesture made the butterflies flap their wings in a chaotic flurry of joy inside me. I just pretended it didn’t affect me as I lifted my chin and kept walking alongside him.
“Can you cook?” I countered.
He grabbed my chin with his hand that was around me. “Make me ramen.” He playfully shook my chin.
“That’s not how you ask.”
“Who said I was asking?” He grinned, showing off a charming smile.
I nudged him with my elbow. “You’re not cute.”
He laughed. His laughter created a warm sensation to flow through me. I couldn’t help but smile along with him. I looked up at him and he seemed to be glowing. My heart raced, shyness crept through me. He looked down at me, must have sensed me looking at him again. My lips parted and my eyes fluttered.
What the…
Oh shit…I liked him, liked him. No, stop. What are you doing? Now is not the time. This is not the time to like somebody…at least not somebody like him
I quickly looked away from him and stared blankly at my apartment door as he moved from around me. His hand slid down my back, lightly tapped my ass before he moved to the door and leaned against it.
“Are you going to open, or are we just going to keep staring at it.”
“Stop being cheeky.” I rolled my eyes and stepped forward.
“Cheeky?” He asked tilting his head.
“Look it up.” I replied opening the door.
“Cheeky.” He walked behind me and slapped my ass.
I turned around in surprise as I let the door close behind us. He stared back at me innocently. We stared at each other for a couple more seconds. I was the first to break as I broke out in laughter and shrugged.
Gunnar stared at me with a soft smile. “You liked that.”
“Well. That was cheeky.” I took his hand. He didn’t resist, as I pulled him through the common area into room B, which belonged to me. I closed the door and led him to my desk, pushing him down in the seat. He silently complied.
“I’m gonna take a quick shower, you wait here and then I’ll make you some ramen.” I instructed.
Gunnar grinned as he sat back comfortably. His arms resting on the armrest of my seat as he swung himself slowly side to side.
I turned and walked to my closet and then froze and turned back to him. Wait did I just say….
Gunnar flashed me that charming smile that I was starting to really hate. I turned back, to my closet, grabbed a shirt and shorts in slight confusion as I made my way to the bathroom. Did I, Blaise Garnier really just tell him that I would make him ramen? Didn’t I say, I wouldn’t make him a single thing? I barely even cooked for myself.
I came out the shower, feeling refreshed and no longer sticky from his seed. He was still in my chair, swaying side to side, but this time I noticed he held my family picture in his hand. It was my mom, dad and I. I was 17 and hugging my mom’s neck tightly. It was one of my favorite pictures. We weren’t a perfect family. I think we were average, you know as family goes. I loved my parents and knew they loved me.
“Can I ask you a question?” He asked calmly as he slowly put the picture back.
“What?” I went to sit on my bed as he turned his seat to face me.
“Do you really not remember me?”
I frowned. “What?” I put my hands up in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
He didn’t answer but simply stared at me for a couple more seconds.
I sighed and got up. “How would I remember you?” I laughed and pulled my slippers from the side of my bed and put them on. “You’re really holding on to that story huh?”
“How are your parents?”
I crossed my arms and then looked at the picture. “They’re fine.” I answered confused on why he asked about them again. I mean at the party, it was to make my lie believable right? And now? Why was he asking again?
Gunnar leaned back casually in the seat. His legs spread, hands resting behind his head. “You came to Iceland when you were six.”
I sat back down on the bed. “16.”
“And then 10.” He continued.
“I made that up.”
“And then 16.”
“Are you listening to anything I’m saying?” I laughed in disbelief.
“What were you saying?” He asked calmly.
I sighed heavily, sat on the edge of my bed as I ticked off on my hand. “One, I didn’t go to Iceland when I was six. I couldn’t have. The only thing I remember of when I was six is that I was really sick all the time.”
“What was wrong?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know, I was in and out of the hospital I guess. I don’t really remember. I think I got a virus or something that was shutting down my system, I don’t know, I barely remember.” I admitted. “But yeah, couldn’t have been traveling during that time.”
Gunnar simply rubbed the back of his neck as he stared at me intensely.
“Two, the 10 year old Iceland thing was a complete lie.” I put my hands up. “I know it, you know it. I don’t know where it came from, but it was off the top of my head.”
He rubbed his right ear slowly.
“And last 16 was literally the only time, I’d been to Iceland.” I frowned. “Three….four days…I don’t remember anymore. It was a layover.”
When Gunnar simply rubbed his chin as if he had a million and one more things to say, I sat on the edge of my bed and stared at him curiously. “What?”
He got up and stretched out his hand to me. “Come here.”
Frowning, I took his hand and got up. I was going to ask him what he wanted, but he stepped into my personal bubble and cupped my face.
“You frown too much.” He whispered before closing the gap between us.
I closed my eyes as I accepted his kiss. A kiss I wasn’t prepared for, but didn’t know I wanted. As his mouth moved against mine, my hands automatically clutched his shirt as I pressed against him.
I didn’t know why he was kissing me. But I never wanted him to stop kissing me.
Gunnar groaned in the back of his throat as if agreeing with my thoughts as he deepened the kiss, his tongue now slipping between my parted lips.
This was our first actual kiss, that had nothing to do with sex.
I moaned, feeling pleasure course through me.
Gunnar slowly broke the kiss, taking his time to pull away. His eyes, the brightest of blue stared at me deeply. I wasn’t ready to finish kissing him. I parted my lips, stood on my tip toes and kissed him, holding on to him tightly.
His arm came around my shoulder as he continued to kiss me with more assurance.
**
“What’s your name?” The little boy asked.
Blaise quickly dropped her hand from the strange wall carving, feeling as if she’d gotten caught doing something she shouldn’t. She took a step back in the glacier cave, as she nervously gripped the edge of her flannel dress. “Blaise.”
The boy not much older than her, but with an air of authority, cocked his head to the side, at the barely 6 year old girl trespassing on his family’s property. “Blake?”
Blaise frowned. “No it’s Blaise—-“
“Blaise! Blaise where are you! Blaise!”
“Blaise we told you to wait by the car!”
Blaise’s eyes widened hearing the desperation in her parent’s voice. Their voices ringing in her right ear. She looked in alarm at the boy before her as she put her hand over her hearing aid. “I gotta go.”
He smirked mischeviously. “I got you.” His blue eyes, turned a golden hue as he reached out and grabbed her arm forcefully, pulling her to him.
Blaise cried out in shock, feeling a strange sensation pass through her little body as she lost consciousness.
**
Gunnar’s kisses intensified as I found myself walking back until, my butt hit the edge of my desk. We stopped momentarily to look at the desk, before looking back at each other.
Both of our breathing slightly unstable, as he caged me in against my desk. His lips still close enough to kiss if I just leaned in slightly, his nose almost brushing mine. “This wasn’t supposed to be a thing Blaise.”
“That’s my line.” I whispered against his lips.
His eyes roamed my face, even this close up. Taking in my forehead, my eyebrows, eyelashes, eyes, cheeks, lips, chin, lips again. Our mouths once more latched on to the other’s.
He kissed me a couple more times, slowing down, before he pulled back. I protested and leaned into him. But he put his index finger against my lips.
My eyes widened in surprise, as I moved back.
“I’m going to go.” He whispered.
I blinked at him a couple times, before he slid his finger down my lips.
“Behave yourself.” He stepped out of my personal bubble.
Feeling a sense of loss, I grabbed his arm. “Wait.” He stopped, looked at my hold on his arm, before looking back at me.
“What?” He asked calmly.
I swallowed hard, and pulled him slightly towards me. “I want more.” I whispered, surprising even myself. What the fuck was I saying?
Gunnar smirked. “Of course you do.”
“You don’t have to be cocky about it.”
“Oh?” He widened his eyes. He tried to pull his arm away, but for some strange ass reason I held on. I swear, somehow my fucking pride had decided to take a vacation when I needed it the most.
“Besides…” I smiled innocently. “You also want more of me.”
“I do?” He arched an eyebrow.
“Of course.” I released his arm imitating him. “Don’t you want more of what belongs to you?”
His movement was so fast, I barely processed it. One second, he was about to leave. The next, he had me by my neck pressed against my desk.
“Blaise.” His voice was serious and low, as his fingers tightened around my neck. “You really keep testing me.”
I grunted as I tugged on his arm, to release me….or not. I wasn’t quite sure. I was turned on though.
Gunnar exhaled slowly, as he stepped more into my space. Finding himself between my legs. “Do you know who I am?” He whispered calmly as he brought my face closer to his.
The energy radiating off him, frightened me. It truly did. In the depths of my stomach, I felt fear. True fear. But I also felt something else. Something light and beautiful…and powerful.
“You’re mine.” I whispered.
Gunnar’s hold loosened slightly, as he was unable to hide the shock on his face. It slowly turned, into a soft smile and then a smirk, as he released my neck, but gently caressed the side of my face. I closed my eyes and leaned my head into his touch. I pressed my lips against his wrist.
Gunnar inhaled sharply and cupped my face. “Blaise…” he whispered, staring at me intensely. “All jokes aside, we can’t be….” He trailed off. “I mean we’re not….”
I stared up at him, waiting for him to finish his sentences. His words seemed urgent. He looked serious, almost concerned. I kissed his wrist again, and he seemed to falter.
“I shouldn’t…”
“Gunnar…” I whispered softly.
He groaned and crashed his lips against mine, almost desperately...possessively. I kissed him back just as hard.
After a couple kisses, where I felt as if I was falling, he pulled back, holding me at arms length as he took a couple shallow breaths. His fingers dug into my arms as he held me tightly.
“Understand these words Blaise.” He whispered in an authoritative tone. “You belong to me, but you shouldn’t. I was just a kid.”
I grimaced in pain at his hold, but I didn’t want him to let me go.
“So why do you keep showing up in front of me?”
“You keep coming to me.” I accused as I tried to free myself from his grip. “You’re hurting me.”
“Do you even know what game you’re playing?”
“Let go!” I tried to get out of his grip as intense heat travelled through my body. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’re just a pawn Blaise.” Gunnar’s eyes turned that same golden color I’d seen in the science lab. “A nobody.”
I gasped as I tried desperately to pull away from his unyielding hold.
He at smirked. “But you’re my nobody.”
I cried out as I felt what seemed like sharp invisible icicles pierce every part of my body. Gunnar crashed his lips against me and kissed me deeply. I felt a deep heat in the pits of my stomach as he pressed his hand against my belly. I couldn’t move. Unfamiliar images flashed through my mind. An ice cave, a boy, wall carvings, skating on ice, falling through water, a first kiss, an accident.
He put his lips against my ear and whispered to me in a language I couldn’t understand. Neither could I control my body as I seemed to melt in his arms. After what seemed like eternity, he seemed to hold me close, cradling me in his arms, in what seemed like a protective embrace
“Do you say yes, Blaise?”
“Yes.” My mouth answered automatically right before losing consciousness and falling into complete darkness.
**
“I saw him leaving her dorm at around 9:15. She lives in E23.”
“Wait are they seriously a thing?”
“I thought they were just friends.”
“Maybe fuck buddies.”
“She’s such a fucking slut.”
I groaned and grabbed the phone out of Kelly’s hand and placed it on the table. “Stop reading that.” I whispered looking around the cafeteria, seeing the looks. Hearing the gossip.
“Uh-uh!” Kelly snatched back her phone. “You’re the fucking slut, you jealous ass hater.” She typed.
“Kelly!”
I snatched her phone again and looked at the comments piling in.
“Why are you always taking her side @teamblazegun? Are you Blaise?”
“I bet she is. She always knows so much about them?”
“@teamblazegun, is it true? Are you fucking Gunnar?”
“Omg, I’m so envious. Don’t worry about the haters. Do you.”
“You’re a fucking whore @teamblazegun.”
“Fucking monkey bitch @teamblazegun.”
I gasped. “What the fuck.”
“moderator Frida here, @Gun4lyfe goodbye. That comment is a sure way to get banned.”
“People always show their true colors on the fucking internet, racist bitch @Gun4lyfe.”
“Thanks @modfrida.”
“Kick her out @modfrida.”
“Wait @teamblazegun are you Blaise for real.”
I signed and typed in Gunnar’s fan club. “I’m not Blaise.”
“Of course you would say that @teamblazegun.”
I looked up to Kelly and showed her, her phone. “Why are you even in this fan club?”
“Keep your haters close.” She whispered.
“Now they think you’re me.” I whispered back. “And what the hell is with the name teamblazegun?”
“It has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it.” She beamed happily.
I groaned and sat back. “You’re not helping.”
She feigned shock as she put her hand over her heart. “But….you’re the one who took him to your apartment on campus….” She grinned and leaned forward. “What you guys do?” She winked and giggled.
"We just had ramen.”
She frowned. “Boo.”
I picked up my bottle water and took a huge slip. “Besides…whatever, it’s nothing, there’s nothing going on.”
She dug into her grapefruit and gave me a knowing look. “Blaise please…”
I leaned forward. “I’m serious.” I whispered.
Kelly’s eyes widened as she leaned towards me also. “Wait what happened?”
“I don’t know.” I admitted. “He just makes me….uneasy….like…” I trailed off, feeling the strange sensation in my belly every time I think of him.
“Like what?” She whispered. “Did he do something to you? Say something?”
I shook my head. “No, nothing. Nothing weird or out of the ordinary…” I frowned as if my mind was foggy. “I just…probably should stay away from him.”
Kelly stared at me seriously for a minute and then lifted her eyes. She leaned back slowly, still looking past me. She didn’t have to say anything, I could literally feel his presence.
And I know it wasn’t my fucking imagination, nor was my hearing aid, out of battery but you could literally hear a pin drop in the cafeteria, at the silence that ensued.
“Still frowning?”
I turned my head to Gunnar, pulling out the chair next to me as he put his tray of food down.
“Hey Blaise.”
“Sup.”
“Sup girls.”
Dewitt, Jason and Jorge, all came to Kelly and I’s empty table and sat down with their trays as if it was a regular occurrence.
Kelly looked from Gunnar, to Dewitt, to Jason and finally Jorge, who sat on the other side of me and across from here.
If my jaw could have hit the floor, it would have. Wha——what was going on. I turned my body partially to Gunnar who was busy chewing a piece of chicken. He leaned back and put his arm around my chair, before scooping up his quinoa salad. He leaned forward, took a big hearty mouthful and leaned back again, turning to me me as I watched him eat. He picked up his fork, reached over on my tray and went ahead and helped himself to the olives I had on my tray.
My lips parted as I looked at his guys, who were busy eating, and then to Kelly, who was clearly just staring at Jorge eating, before turning back to Gunnar.
I huffed. “What are you doing here?”
“Eating.” He responded, taking my avocado slices.
“Eat from your own plate.” I ordered, grabbing his wrist to stop the avocado from entering his mouth. But the further, I pulled his arm down, his mouth followed. He was obviously stronger, so was able to still eat my avocados after a few seconds.
He put his fork down and smiled charmingly at me. ‘Want to feed me?’ He signed.
My mouth dropped open as Kelly snorted. I looked up at her and she quickly dug her nose into her tapioca pudding to hide her smile.
“How did the table fill up so quickly?”
I turned around to Otto’s voice, but felt, the pressure of Gunnar’s hand on my thigh. My smile as I looked at Otto shook slightly. “Hey. I don’t know where they came from.” I told him, pointing to Gunnar, who resumed eating from his own tray.
Otto shot Gunnar a quick Look, before looking at me as he held his tray. “Come sit with me.”
I opened my mouth.
“She’s fine here.”
My heart raced. I saw the people at the tables next to us stare openly at the completely unnecessary scene and comment. A second passed, and then another as Gunnar kept eating as if he wasn’t the cause of Otto’s glare towards him, or the worried glance he shot to me.
“Here, there’s a seat next to me.” Kelly said brightly breaking the tension. And just like that it seemed the noise resumed, the clatter of silverware , the hockey players eating once again.
Otto silently made his way next to Kelly, but I saw the tight way he gripped his tray. I took a deep breath and smiled at him warmly. But all I felt was Gunnar’s hand on my upper thigh. The sensation in my belly. The annoying and disgustingly proud feeling that he claimed me.
What the fuck Blaise?
I exhaled and swallowed hard. I was about to get up when I felt him squeeze my thigh. Even though he was nodding at Dewitt as Dewitt talked to him, not at all facing me. There was no doubt in my mind, what that gesture meant.
Don’t move.
And it resonated deep within me, because I scooted my chair in and grabbed an orange slice from my tray. It was almost to my mouth, before Gunnar snatched it from my hand and put it in his mouth.
“Hey!” I glared at him.
He chuckled and picked up the golden kiwi slice with his fork and extended it to my mouth. “Here, have a kiwi.”
I hesitated for a split second before opening my mouth and accepting the fruit from him. They had run out of kiwis earlier when we’d went in line. I wouldn’t turn down kiwi.
I side eyed his tray. “I want another one.” I picked up my fork to get a kiwi, but he used his fork and brought the fork to my mouth again. Nodding at me to open up.
I swear, everybody at the table’s mouth dropped open except for Otto. I was also surprised but I leaned forward to get the fruit. He moved it back slightly, my mouth just grazing it. Thinking my aim was off, I leaned for the fruit and he lowered it just a fraction. I lifted my eyes to his innocent grin. The third time he did it, I grabbed his wrist, forcing the fork in my mouth as his teammates snickered. I was doing too much. We were clearly doing too much at this lunch table.
But it was when I looked up to Captain Zoe, standing by our table, tray in hand, with her two best friends, that I became even more aware of the scene we were causing. Zoe looked surprised, caught off guard, and dare I say extremely confused.
I elbowed Gunnar playfully, to make the situation less intimate. “Stop teasing me.”
Zoe came up to the table with a warm smile. “Hey.”
I smiled and waved, Otto greeted his cousin. Kelly ignored her, Gunnar and the other hockey players gave her a slight nod of acknowledgment.
“Mind if we join?”
“No problem.” I said happily. “Sit.” One seat was missing, so I got up. “I’m actually leaving.”
Gunnar looked at me. He slowly moved his eyes to Zoe smiling as she made her way to my seat, before staring at me.
It was so strange to feel like I knew exactly what he was thinking, and I did. That split half a second look, let me know he was not happy with what I just did.
“Yeah, I’m done too.” Otto said quickly standing up, his food barely eaten. “You going to the library?” He asked me.
Gunnar shifted his gave to Otto and cocked his head to the side.
I nodded. “Yeah, I have Mr. Creptin’s test this afternoon.”
Gunnar turned back to me. I reached for my tray, but he scooted his chair back and took my tray along with his. “Grab my bag.” He ordered before walking away with our trays.
Zoe watched him go. I quickly grabbed my bag and his, refusing to make eye contact with anybody in the vicinity. What the fuck was going on?
“Hold up, I’m coming.”
I smiled and slowed down. I had forgotten about Otto. He walked over to me, limping slightly because of his boot, smiled as we made our way to through the cafeteria. Gunnar a c opulent paces ahead with our tray. Me holding both our stuff and Otto limping away. What a fucking circus. I sighed heavily.
**
“I don’t like attention.” I whispered to Gunnar, as he looked through the window at Otto, sitting in our study room, waiting to help me study. “And you bring nothing but attention.”
Gunnar scoffed, finally dragging his eyes from the study room to me. “I would like to remind you Blaise. You kept coming to me. I warned you.”
“I don’t even know what you’re talking about.” I whispered back.
He smiled. “That’s because….” He trailed off and then sighed in annoyance. “Doesn’t matter. You’re mine now——”
“I’m not yours.” I whispered looking around the mostly empty library to see if anybody was listening to our conversation. “Stop saying things like that. Stop making people misunderstand what’s going on…. What’s so funny?” I stopped because he’d started smiling.
“You’re scared of me.”
My mouth opened and then closed and opened again as I took a step back from him. “I’m—no—-not.”
He smiled again.
“Stop smiling.” I ordered.
He chuckled and put his hand on my head. I gasped as I tried to shake his hand off. “Stop messing, up my curls——”
His fingers dug into my hair, holding it tightly. I stopped talking as the smile, wiped off his face and he stared at me seriously.
I swallowed hard and stared back at him. It seemed as if he was silently communicating with something inside me. I lowered my gaze. His hands loosened on my hair as he dropped his head close to mine. He slid his hand down my neck, down my back and over my ass. I knew since my back was facing the study room that Otto could see when he squeezed it, but I didn’t push him away. Nor did I want to push him away.
I slowly lifted my eyes to him. I wanted to fall to my knees in front of him and satisfy him.
Gunnar grunted and took a step away from me. He bit down on his bottom lip and stared at my lips for a second before turning around. “Go.” He ordered before walking away.
I watched him leave, feeling a sense of inexplicable loss.
“Blaise.”
I turned around, quickly pushing Gunnar to the back of my mind and smiled as I went to Otto. “Gonna help me study?” I grinned.
Otto smiled as he opened the study door, ushering me in. I stepped in, not noticing him look back before closing the door.
I turned around. “You’re the best—-“
My sentence was cut off, by him grabbing my face and kissing me hard. I stayed for a minute in surprise. It wasn’t the first time he’d kissed me, usually it would be after a performance, but not like this.
He slowly moved back, his lips parted and wet.
“Otto—-“ I whispered, but he kissed me again, softer this time. I kissed him back and then took a step back. I smiled softly and looked down guiltily.
“Otto I—-“
He took my hand. “You have to stay away from Gunnar.” Otto pleaded. “He’s bad news. He’s not who you think he is.”
I stared at him in confusion. “What—-“
“He’s dangerous Blaise. Especially for people like you—-“
I frowned and took a step back. “What do you mean people like me?” I asked defensively.
Otto looked confused, and then shook his head. “No, don’t get offended, I just mean…people like you who are sweet and kind…and just don’t get involved with somebody like him.”
I released Otto’s hand.
“Blaise—-“
“Fine. I get it.” I replied.
“Blaise….” He grabbed my hand.
I moved it out of his reach. “I said I get it Otto. I can take care of myself.” I snapped at him. “I’m not some fucking disabled fragile flower.”
Otto sighed and took a deep breath. “I didn’t mean it like that Blaise my love. I didn’t.”
I sighed also. I knew he didn’t. I shook my head. “It’s fine. Look let’s just forget it okay.” I smiled at him. “There’s really nothing going on between Gunnar and I.”
Otto looked at me skeptically.
I smiled and took his hand playfully. “Come on, you gonna help me study or what?”
Gunnar stood by the elevator, head down, jaws clenched as he held the strap of his bag tightly.
The elevator door opened, he lifted his head and smiled at the two girls who giggled and waved at him as they stepped out.
“Hey Gunnar.”
He kept the smile on his face until the elevator door closed. A golden ray flashed through his eyes as the smile dropped, replaying the conversation he’d listened in on.
His phone rang and he reached into his pocket and took it out.
He sighed as he saw his mother’s name. “What?” He answered in annoyance.
“Stop pushing back the ceremony. We had a deal. I let you play hockey while you go to that barbaric human school. You hold your end of the deal now. You have an engagement party to be at in 2 weeks. Send me the flight details in an hour….or I’m calling that man that calls himself your father.”
Gunnar sighed heavily. “Fine.” He grumbled.
“Good. I love you.”
He hung up. His jaws once again clenched tight, not so much on his nagging mother, but on Blaise. If his mother ever found out that he….well his mother won’t find out. She didn’t find out then, she won’t find out now. Besides….Blaise was his. He smirked. What would her parents think?