Wings of Destiny

Ch -3 |Freya|

I thought I was getting away,

From my sad past,

But here I was struggling,

In the spell that was cast.

Freya

“What is wrong?” Tessa asked as I made my way in the school almost like a zombie.

“I am Alexnader Comhan’s personal slave for this week.” I told her in a dead flat tone.

“Yeah, I heard.”

She was indifferent to all my problems and usually kept to herself.

“I am worried what all will he make me do.”

“You will soon know, here he comes.” She said and left me alone to face the devil.

“New girl, here carry my books.” He shoved the books in my hand.

I carried it silently ignoring the brat.

“You can’t ignore me as my slave.” He said smirking at me.

“My next class is Bio AP.” I said out the first words that came to my mind.

“So?” He asked stopping in front of me.

“I am making conversation, like you said not ignoring.” I gave him a clipped answer.

“Don’t sass me New girl.” He said angrily.

I decided to ignore him because I was losing temper with passing second.

After a while he asked, “Where are you from?”

Apparently whole school knew that I was his slave so I was seated next to him in the class and he instructed me to take notes.

“From alternate universe.” I tried Flash reference on him hoping he doesn’t get it.

“Earth 2?” He snickered and I held myself from glaring at him.

I ignored him again and started taking notes.

“Excuse me. You are supposed to take my notes.” He said snatching my notebook away from me.

I bit my tongue to stop the curse word ready to spill out.

Ignoring someone is the best thing, they eventually give up. Or I could follow dad’s advice and be so nice to him that he starts feeling guilty. But I realised he was a pro at this, hurting people. He will not feel guilty and I was in no mood to be nice to him.

I started writing in his notebook trying to capture the words teacher was saying in a speed.

“Is that a hickey?” He asked and my heart stopped on my throat.

What the hell? And then I remembered how several people asked me about the mark over my collar bone.

I ignored him again but he was one persistent soul.

“You are with a boy?” He asked, his tone dark and furious.

I kept writing not even bothering to look at him. What is it to him if I had a boyfriend or a husband?

“Fine, you will see you don’t mess with Alexander.” He whispered.

Suddenly he placed my mobile from table into my lap and stood up.

“Sir, is it okay to chat in between the classes?” He asked and I was still not sure what he was talking about.

“Of course not.” Our Bio teacher turned and frowned at Alexander.

“I thought I should let the new girl know about school rule so that she doesn’t use the phone to chat in between the classes.” He offered genuinely.

I cursed under my breath. Ignoring him was hazardous.

“Detention Miss Moresnon, after the class.” Bio teacher yelled and I turned to glare at Alexander who gave me a sly smile.

How come someone so good looking is so heartless?

***

I was kind of glad that being on decoration community helped me to avoid detention as the ball was only ten days away.

“He is going to create more trouble. You should find a solution. Do something that he will himself free you from this slave thing.” Tessa suggested.

“I have no idea what to do. Should I try talking him out if this?” I asked really worried.

On the first day he got me in detention. I have never ever been in detention. What will my mother say?

“Talking to him is like walking into a wall, you will be hurt and wall will not move. But you can always try or just trouble him so gives up.” Tessa suggested.

“I don’t think he is the type of guy to give up.” I told her uncertainly.

“Yeah, you are right about this too.” She said with a look of pity for me.

“New Girl, come.” Alexander shouted and I sighed at more trouble in my life.

“Take this and wait for me while I practice.” He said handing me a duffle bag.

“I have to go home Alexander, it is far from here.”

“I don’t care, you are my slave remember.”

“How can I even forget?” I mumbled making him glare at me.

“And try ignoring me again, I will show you it’s not the best option.” He warned me in a dangerous tone.

He started playing basketball with his team-mates, while I had to run and serve him towel and water bottle. All this while I couldn’t help but admire that he was well built. He had all the right muscles but he was also lean and tall. There was a grace with which he played the game, almost mesmerizing to watch.

As he scored another basket, his eyes found mine and I looked away thoroughly embarrassment that I was checking out him out.

“New girl, cheer for me!” He shouted and guys behind him hooted.

All the thought about his looks vanished and desire to strangle him was back.

“And how do you suggest I do that? As you can see I am not cheerleader material.” I answered him acidly.

“I don’t care how. You are my slave, find a freaking way.” He ordered.

I sighed deeply. Me and attention didn’t do well. I felt nauseous about the whole thing.

“Come on, I haven’t got whole day.” He said coldly.

“I don’t do how to do that. Make me do anything else.” I almost pleaded.

“All you can do is cry, isn’t it?” He mocked me with a disgusted look at me.

So my sensible mind over came with fury and I picked up the ball lying at my feet. I threw at him with all the force that I can manage. He caught at obviously but atleast he was startled.

“Go to hell!” I snapped at him and dumping his duffle bag I stormed out of the place.

I knew I just brought more trouble on myself.

***

I was exhausted, who wouldn’t be. I completed my work and now I completing jerk head’s work ; another part of slave deal.

My eyes were dropping from sleep but I had work to do.

It was already two and I have to wake up early and reach school before the ass-hole as he instructed.

What did I do to deserve this?

I had to do a lot of explaining to my mom about the whole detention thing and I felt like crying out loud because it was not even my fault.

I wrote last of the lines and snapped the book shut. Alexander might be a devil incarnate but he was intelligent. He was in almost all the AP classes with me. I can’t work that much daily. Tomorrow I had to join in the new job I found at local diner, with that homework of two AP students was almost suicidal.

Mentally cursing the bad boy I drifted off to sleep.

White wings, pure white wings.

My eyes blinded by the light they emitted but as the light dimmed I saw a beautiful smile and...

No, that can’t be.

A pair of beautiful violet eyes.

I jerked up from sleep. I can’t possibly be dreaming about violet eyes because as far as I know there is only one guy with that eyes.

Groan!

Alexnader Comhan please leave me alone.

***

The next day was worse. I walked up to his locker and he asked me to clean it.

“Why?” I asked irritated.

“Slave, remember?” He was too happy about it.

I handed him his homework. My head was throbbing with pain with lack of sleep and over work.

I needed to talk to him.

“Alexander.” I said and he turned immediately ears to what I had to say.

“I can’t complete your work today. I have shift at Barney’s.” I was hoping this will go easy but obviously that didn’t happen.

“So, not my problem.” He stated coolly.

“Why are you doing this?” I almost said with a pained tone.

And for a nano second I thought I saw hurt in his eyes but next moment I saw his usual coldness.

“Because you lost the match fiore, remember?” He asked with a devious smile on his face.

My heart constricted with pain.

“Don’t call me nicknames Alexander.” I said spitefully making him glare at me.

I was getting adjusted to his glares now.

“You want to know the real reason, huh?” He asked stepping closer.

“I do.” I mumbled stepping back a bit.

“I hate seeing you in school. You don’t deserve to be here and you mess with people’s head.” His words hit like a ice shard, hurting more than it should.

No one hated me before. I was the kind helping girl back at my school. I looked at his violet eyes, the eyes that looked so loving in my dream looked at me with hatred.

Tears brimmed in my eyes at his words.

“Okay.” I manage to choke out the words and hurry away from him before I ended up crying like a fool.

As I walked away I heard him yell and hit a locker. What did I do to make him hate me this much?

***

“Help me please.” A blonde and beautiful girl stood in front of me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked always ready to help.

“My friend is crying in the washroom and she locked herself in.” The blonde was in panic mode.

“Okay come on lets go.” I said walking with her.

“Penny, come out. Look who is here?” She said as if I was Rihanna ready to give a concert.

“Who?” The girl inside asked not sounding like she was crying.

“The slave.”

“Finally. I was suffocated here.” Penny said and walked out brushing off her white pleaded skirt.

“What the hell? Is this a joke?” I asked getting annoyed.

“No, you being around Alexander is a joke. Stop flirting with my boyfriend.” The blonde said with disdain.

And suddenly she pushed my inside the washroom Penny just walked out off and locked me before I could gain balance and stop her.

“Enjoy some time here. I hope this teaches you a lesson.” She said evily and I heard her walking away, sound of her heels diminishing.

I would have panicked but I did have my second hand phone and I called Tessa.

She came instantly to help me.

“Who did this?” She asked with a frown.

“Some blonde who calls herself Alexander’s girlfriend.”

“Ah! Hailey. She is not much of b***h but she is possessive about Alexander.” Tessa explained looking for any potential injuries on me.

“I am fine.” I confirmed and she nodded in relief.

The badass looking girl was actually a softie.

I walked out of the washroom and decided to let Alexander what his antics was doing. I did find the boy heavily making out with another girl, not blonde.

I would have been naturally embarrassed by the whole thing but I just barged in the empty classroom making the two jump apart. Alexander glared at me as I snapped a little picture of these two.

“I am pretty sure some other girl called Hailey locked me up in bathroom because according to her I am flirting with you. So clear that up Master and set me free before I send her this pic.” I smiled evilly proud of my plan.

I will soon be free from the tyrant.

Instead he laughed, not a warm, good laugh but a evil laughter.

“And do you think this will bother me, this little threat. Hailey knows I like playing around. But you dare threaten me fiore.” He walked like a predator towards me making me squirm.

Shit, nothing works on him.

He snatched the phone for me and threw it on the ground and just to make sure it gets broken he crushed it even further under his feet.

I had no phone now. I was angry and again I was feeling tears form in my eyes. All he did was hurt me and annoy me.

“Later babes.” He told the girl behind him who looked baffled about the whole thing.

“Come on, we are leaving.” He said grabbing my wrist and I almost hit with a shock.

“where?” I tried to wriggle out of his hold but it was too strong, pretty sure to leave a mark.

“To get you a new phone.”

“What? Why?” I asked bewildered at his nature.

“Because I needed a new way of communicating with my slave. I might now need you at anytime, maybe even after midnight.” He said giving me an evil smirk while dragging me along.

How is that I always manage to dig myself deeper in a grave?