Chapter 12

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I do a quick re-scan of my memory, trying to remember exactly what I just called him. My eyes widen at the realisation and I quickly cover my mouth. He grabs me tightly and roughly in the same spot he did yesterday and shakes me roughly. I whimper from pain and tears threaten to spill out of my eyes, but I blink them back. "I will not let a nobody like you call me names." Oh, but a somebody like him can? "Let me go, you're hurting me." I try to force my hand from his grip, but who am I kidding? My gaze blurs as tears stains fall on my glasses as I try to make him let go. Then, with one swift move, I lower my head down to his hand and take it between my teeth. I don't know how long I do that, but he lets go of my hand and he is yelling and dragging his hand from my mouth the next. I removed my teeth and back off his side. After a bunch of blasphemous words and glares, he walks away and I am feeling like a champ. Now we are even. Mycole is standing in Paris when I come back. They seem to get along, which is a good thing considering the fact that he is adorable and tolerant. Paris isn't though. "Hi." Her eyes light up as she sights me and moves away from Mycole. "You know he's been telling me about you. " My mouth goes in an 'O' and I give Mycole the what did you tell her to look and he shakes his head, giving me a harmless look. Rory comes over to Paris and wraps his arms around her slender waist and pulls her possessively to himself kissing her forehead. I see the look of discomfort on both their faces and Paris pulls away and they turn to us both, now wearing a smile I've long known to be fake. "Mycole, Taylor, meet Rory, Rory meets Mycole and Taylor, you met her yesterday." Paris introduces and we shake hands. "Nice to meet you." "You too." Paris gasp out of the blue and takes Rory's right hand, which now has a mixture of pink and purple. "What happened to your hand?" She brings his hand even closer for a further examination. "Is that teeth bite I see there?" Oh my goodness, now I'm bursting. "Who did this?" Paris demands, and I can tell from the look that she's pissed off. If he calls me out, I will get asked what happened and if I cannot give a satisfactory answer, I might get fired. The ball is in your court Rory, what do you plan on doing with it? Rory pulls his hand from her grasp. "It's nothing." He covers it with his other hand. "I was bit by a child at the kids' charity foundation earlier." He lies, and I breathe down. "But it's fresh." She says, but he cuts in. "I just used the bathroom, and I had to wash it." He replies, giving me a side glance. "But it-" He cuts her next words short by giving her a deep seductive kiss on her opened lips. She kisses back and wraps her hand around him and I look away, 'cause for a weird reason their intimacy causes pain to stir up in me. Mycole, who seems to have been picking up the tension between us, notices me, and his eyes scrunch up. "Come on," Rory says and takes Paris' hand. She smiles and follows him. As he passes beside me, he whispers; "You owe me." Into my ears before going. They walk to the other guest, saying their 'hellos' and briefly talking with them. My gaze lingers on Rory and once in every few minutes, he'll look at me, setting me in a nervous state. "What going on between you two?" Mycole asks suddenly as we were serving ourselves with the various foods on display. You aren't stupid; I knew you'd catch on, eventually. "You like him, don't you?" It isn't a question because he holds an amount of certainty in his voice. The last person on the surface of earth I'm going to lie to is Mycole because he always knows the truth before asking. "It's wrong to, I know, but I can't stop." I put more focus on my plate than on him. "I still hate him, and earlier-" "Wait, you're the one that bit him, aren't you?" He moves closer and serves himself some salad. I wordlessly nod and continue with my dishing. He stays silent too, which is incredibly awkward. "I loved him before I knew who he was, but I don't like this version of him. In fact, I hate it." I try to suppress the annoyance in my voice as I speak. "I don't know what to do." "There's a lot at stake now, you know. It's not just the same way it was three months ago anymore. Move on. It's better that you don't get hurt." I pause and look at him. "You saw something, didn't you?" "He's gonna hurt you real bad, that's all I know." He is right, there is a lot at stake. Three months ago, he didn't have the obligation of marriage on his head. He was free and accountable to no one, but not that way anymore and even if I want to, I'd be hurting Paris, which will be selfish and wicked of me. As much as I loved the Rory I met three months ago, I know it's best to stay off his path. If you don't overcome your feeling for him, he's going to find out real soon and chase you and you two will make a mistake you will regret for the rest of your lives. I know, I read stories and I don't want to be the victim who ends up being old and bitter. I look at Rory and notice his gaze still lingering on me like he is studying me, so I glance away. "I have to give him signs that will keep him away then." "Yea." "Like this one?" I tiptoe and place a kiss on Mycole's mouth. He takes by surprise at first, but he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me even closer to himself. We pull away to catch our breaths and I can see the surprise and astonishment in his eyes. "Did you just use me?" I innocently glance up at him, "I don't know, did I?" "I knew you were going to use me tonight," He says as he lets go of my waist. "Kind of saw it coming, but I didn't know how." I instantly feel guilty for ever taking it over the level at which it should go. "I'm sorry, I didn't think straight-" Mycole's hand on my lips makes null the next words. "I'm not complaining, am I?" I shake my head and bit my lips. When I look over Mycole shoulder, Rory is nowhere to be found among the crowd of people. I take a deep breath. "What is her name?" I curiously ask Josh, who just finishes sending a message with his phone and is smiling sheepishly. Her eyes go up from the phone to see me leaning against the kitchen door. "Naomi." He replies with childish excitement. "She's pretty," I tell him, and his eyes narrow at me. "Saw you two together at the party." He does not think I'm a witch, does he? "We have a lot in common, and she likes art! I think I already like her." He confesses, his cheek glowing deep red. "I'm happy for you, Joshua." "Don't call me that." He grumbles with a frown, but I see a smile in his eyes. "I'll call you whatever I like." I stick my tongue out at him. "Good night Joshua." I enter my room and climb into bed; I pull up the cover and I'm about to turn off the light when I feel my phone beeping with a message. I grab it from the lampstand close to my bed. When I open it and it is a message from an unknown number. I click on it and it opens and I read. <Unknown number> You still owe me and my hand still hurt, so don't go to bed thinking you have done nothing or you don't owe me, 'cause one way or another I'm going to get even with you. See you tomorrow, Miss Snowfall. Good night, sweet dreams. Kisses. <To Taylor> My heart drops when I finish reading. The message is definitely from Rory. I hold my phone to my heart as a lot of questions runs through my head. How did he get my number? Is he going to want payback for lying to cover me up earlier? What kind of payback is it going to be? I feel restless and sweat trickles down my face, and here I am thinking I've finally gotten rid of him, not knowing he has further plans. But whatever plans he has, Im going to have to face him tomorrow with bravery. Assuring myself that nothing is going to happen, I reach over to the lamp and turn it off.
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