Number One On The List

Part 12: Goddamn

When she came to, she saw me and only me. Wynrie and Daemon must've been downstairs and she knew she must've been carried upstairs by me. It felt very wrong. Being with me. I suppose she did honestly picture herself with Daemon more but soley because she's a little more his type and I had absolutely no taste in people, honestly. She didn't really care too much though to be honest. She did enjoy my presence and company. I was a sight to look at as well. I was pretty good looking, of course, not as good looking as Daemon. Daemon was more passionate about things, I couldn't give a shit less about anything much including myself at times.

"What happened? How did I get here in my bedroom? How'd," suddenly, I cut her off. "I'm not exactly sure what you.. I don't know what happened to you. I brought you here to figure out whatever in the ass that was. That's it. Nothing more," I said. She knew what I said in those last few words, they were a huge fuckin lie. She could also see it somewhat in my facial expression too. "You know, I must thank you for this. I will say though, that I didn't believe that whole Not give a shit attitude. It seems like you jumped to the conclusion before actually really deciding about it. It's quite humorous. You do care about me more than you want to because there's something there. I do have feeling for you to be honest. You want me too. It's as simple as that. Just be with me," she said, groaning a little. I just stood stunned, in front of her. My face was oddly expressionless.

Maybe she was the one who made the mistake. Maybe she had read it wrong. But I did know how she felt about me though. That much was truly real. I stood up and walked over to the doorway and stood there for a minute, trying to see if I could hear them moving or talking. I heard none, of course and turned to face her and I spat out," Isn't it enough that someone actually likes you? That someone, let alone a guy, wants you for you? Why does it always have to go south so fast with our conversations.. Honestly?" She sighed and replied," There's certain times to joke about wanting someone and let alone someone like me. I wish you could be more serious when we discuss things but for some reason, your just stuck in your silly ways. If you were serious you would have been romantic or just made a move already. I can't be serious with someone who's never really serious about jack shit. You forget Tate, I grew up with you and Daemon so I know y'all like the back of my ass. Or the tops of my titts. Yet you want to sit here and pretend like it doesn't bother you that Wynrie is with Daemon and that you aren't wanted by her. Truth is, you've never wanted me at all and now that possibly the only girl you will ever truly love, doesn't even want to know you. You've become desperate for any girl honestly." She could tell she had struck me like a slap in the face. My face grew red and a small scowl formed quickly. I said nothing more to her, just exited the room.

Shortly after I left, she heard what tried to be silent footsteps approaching her room. To her surprise though, it was Daemon. "I figure you saw your brother's face and had to come check out what fucked up things I said huh," she said. He shook his head and replied," Nah, he's always looking that way when he's called out on his shit. I figured he didn't like the truth you told so he had to go outside and smoke a couple smokes before coming back and continuing the conversation with you. It's kind of his thing, get mad, smoke a few and come back and try to fight you on it. That's how he is. I never understood him much though when it comes to so much. But that's perfectly fine with me. Anyways, how you feeling now?"

"I'm fine. Honestly, don't even remember blacking out. Not sure what all happened. Can't tell you much else," she answered. The surprise hit Daemon's face quicker than my irritability had. We were definitely brothers alright. That muh was clear. "I'm not sure what you said because I don't speak Witch but I believe you were trying to say some sort of spell perhaps. Mayhap it was a sort of trance you were just in. I'm not sure. The few witches I've been around have never done anything like that before. I was just checking on you and here to tell you to protect her. Please..." he cried out.
"Of course I'll protect her. I already told you both that is what needed to be done to keep her safe. Don't get me wrong, we grew up together but that doesn't mean I'll stand by and let people get hurt because of the two of you. Your arrogance and Tate's is like dick punching matches at the library, straight ridiculous yet incredibly deadly to those near. While I would like you to take her as yours, I know Tate desires her and neither one of you is truthfully right for her. I just wish he would've listened to me instead of joking about that shit. He knows I don't play when it comes to feeling someone like that and yet.. He went and did it anyway. He shouldn't pretend to want someone like me if he's not even for real about it. It's like he's just a huge ass fuckin player. It's convenient for him though, I suppose. Anyways, im not saying I want him but I'm not saying I trust you either. Neither of you are right for her in my eyes. Never will be. Especially since Zeb.." she said, voice cracking at those last few words.