Wings of Destiny

Ch -2 |Xander|

Xander

I think i might be a demon,

I might be dark and danger,

But then there is a feeling,

Feeling of being an angel.

Tresses, soft brown tresses intertwined in my fingers as I kiss her with all the love in the world. I kiss her with a possessive over her collar bone, leaving a mark that yelled that she is mine.

And then the dream breaks. Once in a while I had that dream and it annoyed me too much. It was kind of messing with my life since the time I remember having this dream. I have tried kissing countless girls but never once I feel what I feel in that dream.

But what I love being is a brat. I am rich, I am good looking and I like being a rebel. It is like being a brat was in my blood. My foster parents loved me, I had more friends than I could remember. I have a new girl each time I am bored with an old one but no matter what I do I can’t fill a aching hole in my heart.

I have taken drugs, taken part in illegal car races, fights, shop lifting. I even tried social work, church visiting, sports, clubbing..what not just to fill that hole.

It remains like a sharp reminded that I was missing something.

But then it all happened in slow motion, maybe. Dark blue ink darted out of a pen, everything around me dulled and my shirt was stained blue. Angry, I was angry that day because my parents were called to school because I beat up some guy.

It was not my fault his girlfriend was a slut and tried to jump me.

My eyes lifted to meet a horrified, nervous and....sad , deep chocolate brown eyes that reminded you of mountains , warm wooden houses and everything home. I inhaled sharply and realised the gaping hole that irked me was gone.

New girl. New target.

Yeah so as you might have guessed, I am a bully, I am a sadist. I love torturing people who got in my way. Unluckily she was the new target. Why? There was the question in my head.

I had no idea, but for now my anger focused on her for some reason.

She was terrified and apologised multiple times. She was speaking alright, her lips were moving but I was looking at her intently. She was familiar, very familiar yet I know for sure I have never met her.

I hated weak girls like her, who cried and apologised, one who are not confident and not stand up for themselves. But I couldn’t feel the hate anywhere in me and this made me angry.

***

Girl’s flirted with me, tried to seduce me, the nerdy spectacled ones I bullied cowered before me but never once in my life a girl hard tried to calm me down. But she did, the freaking New Girl did. She dared placed her hand on me and said soothing words.

I was shocked by her words, by her touch. Her touch was not exciting or repulsive, it was a relieving. Why, I had no damn idea? And again this angered me and I did what first came to my mind.

I emptied a water bottle over her head.

Now she will know I was not be messed with.

But then something weird happened. She ended up sitting next to me in Chem class, Josh’s idea to annoy her further, show her the right place. But that was not the weird thing.

Weird thing was when teacher asked her to solve the equation, she pale and sucked air sharply.

And for some reason that bothered me. I didn’t want her to see this way, nauseated. She hated the subject undoubtedly so I ended up doing something stupid. I made sure she didn’t have to walk over to board and equalize the equation.

But the words out of my mouth were impulsive and a look of hurt and embarrassment crossed her face. Soft, clear, make-up less face.

What the f-What was I thinking?

And no I didn’t feel guilty? Did I? NO.

As if this didn’t irked me , when my pencil fell she bent down and picked it up for me. If someone else had been in her place they would have kicked it off far away. Was she this stupidly nice?

“What is wrong with you?” I asked genuinely concerned with her angelic behaviour.

And believe me when I say, I hate everyone including myself and I didn’t gave a s**t what people thought about me but when she said you ,preventing tears form in her eyes I felt something shatter inside.

***

“Lex, honey, did you give the invites to your friends for the ball?” My mother asked as I tried manoeuvring the car on my play station.

I liked her but I kept my distance. I was not a best son to have and I didn’t feel like sharing a lot. I had no sibling and for some reason I hated it. It was like I was born to have nagging siblings.

“Yes, I did.” I told her the partial truth.

I handed it over to my on and off girlfriend, Hailey Matthews. She would be doing the distributing.

The ball was nothing but rich people gathering around to show off their wealth. I would have hated it if I didn’t get a sexy girl every year to screw with. I was planning to do the same this year. It was a masquerade so I was bound to get out easy, no strings attached.

“Is something wrong?” mom asked.

She was not even my real mother, how she knew such things.

You. Her words echoed in my head.

“Nothing.”

“Sure and you suck at lying.” She said rolling her eyes and standing between me and screen.

My game stopped and mentally groaned.

“Is it a girl?” She asked and I was taken aback.

It was a girl but now how she thought.

“Yes.” I answered trying to get her off my back.

“Is she special?” She asked softly.

“No mom, it is not what you think. She is....she is kind of a nuisance.” I put words to her weird presence.

But mom laughed out loud.

“Nuisance? What did she do?” My mom was being-mom, very intrigued.

Just then the door bell rang and I sighed in relief . My mom went to answer the door and I had practically ran upstairs to my room.

I can’t have females messing with me head right now.

***

Xander.

Not Alexander, not Lex or Alex what people called me.

Xander. A soft voice said my name like it was a delicacy.

And my heart swelled with adoration.

The dream broke and I realised that it was but a dream that made me smile.

***

I walked to my locker and found a fidgeting Freya standing there with a small bag in her hand. Suddenly I hoped this was not my shirt. There will be no fun left then.

“Your shirt.” She said extending the bag and for some reason I was disappointed.

“Stain free?” I asked and she nodded with a small smile.

Why did she smile at a bully like me? A smile so pure and without any hidden reason.

I took the shirt and found it stain free and then I noticed it was too much stain free, it was clean as new.

It was a freaking new shirt.

Girl got me an original branded tee. Was she loaded?

My eyes focused on her hands, red and rough probably due to all the washing she tried to escape the bulling and I felt something I never felt before; guilt.

This was wrong , so wrong.

“This is not mine.” I said out flatly somehow my anger at myself shown in my words.

Her eyes widened in realisation she was caught.

“It is new.” She answered meekly not meeting my eyes.

She was wearing a peach coloured loose knitted cardigan and jeans. Simple, nothing designer like half the female population around me.

She didn’t seem like she was rich.

“Where did you buy a new one? Stole it?” I mocked her.

This was real me, hurting others , making fun of people below my stature.

But my words bounced off her.

“I bought it. I sold my phone and got a second hand phone and your tee for the price I got.” She told me calmly and before I could utter a word she walked away.

Fuck! She sold her phone for this?

Now a familiar emotion hit my gut; guilt.

***

Girls cheered as the ball landed inside the basket and I gave them my smirk they swooned over.

“Dude, that Morenson girl transferred from school on shrink’s instruction. She is a loony I guess.” Josh gave me the information.

“That girl is messing with my head and I don’t like it. She needs to be gone and what best way than to break her.” I said formulating plan in my head.

Just then she walked in with a goth girl laughing at something. Another unfamiliar feeling came making a knot in my heart as I saw her laugh.

“New girl.” I called out and she turned to look at me.

There was something I could place a finger on but I wanted her eyes on me when I was around her.

She walked up to me looking wary, rightly so.

“I am bored.” I said and my friends snickered.

“So?” She was befuddled by my words.

“So entertain me.”

“Why should I? I gave you your tee shirt.” She said fiercely and I saw flash of anger in her eyes.

“because it was not mine, it was a new one.” I was just dragging this and everyone knew this.

This was not about that T-shirt anymore.

“Now entertain me.”

“And how do you propose I should do it?” She asked her voice dripped with sarcasm.

She was small kitten filled with fury and I was enjoying it.

“Dance .” Some of my friends suggested.

“Or you can sing and dance.” Few laughed and her saw her face reddened.

“Or you can strip tease.” Someone one suggested and I felt my blood boil.

“Enough.” My voice echoed in the basketball court.

She was blinking too much and I realised she was holding back tears.

“Play with me.” I said with a new softness in my voice.

“Huh?” She looked confused.

“Basketball, play with me. If you can score even one basket, you are free to go.” I said smirking at her.

“And If I don’t.” She sounded worried.

“And if you don’t then you will do what I ask.” I said the words and saw her eyes go wide in fear.

What the hell was she thinking?

After a while she huffed.

“Fine, let’s play.” She said dropping her art and craft stuff and walked over to pick up the ball.

The people around hooted.

As we started playing I knew within few seconds of the game that who will win and I had the perfect idea in my mind as to what I needed her to do.

As predicted, the whole free period was gone and I scored seven baskets while she struggled to even snatch the ball from me. It was kind of cute to watch her struggle.

Cute, s**t that was wrong!

“I won New girl.” I walked closer to her and again felt the gap in my heart vanish.

“What do you want me to do?” She asked looking scared for some reason.

What , did she thought I would ask her to make out with me or something. That was not humiliating, that was damn privilege.

“Be my personal slave, for a week.” I said with a sneer.

Her jaw hung open as she stared me shocked.