Wings of Destiny

Ch- 1 |Freya|

Flutter, the heart reacts,

But my mind disagrees,

He spells trouble loud and clear,

Trouble is not what I need.

Freya

Scrub.

Scrub.

Wash.

Scrub.

Scrub.

Wash.

No , but the damn mark refuses to leave. Was I unlucky? Most probably. But I can’t just leave it after he threatened. I can’t buy a new one, it was a Versace original. It clearly said dry clean but I was hand washing it. Why? Because I was not going to pay for dry cleaning of a douche.

I loved helping people but washing his t shirt was annoying me.

Ink lightened but it was still there like a sore spot.

Clearly Alexander was a bully. He has the aura of a bully, the one that hurts people just for the fun of it. But then there were his violet eyes...safe, I felt safe looking in them.

Stupid emotion to feel on seeing a boy you have never met before and then he asks you to wash his t-shirt on first meeting.

I ironed the shirt tiredly, my heads almost red from all the scrubbing.

I was planning to throw it in his face tomorrow and tell him I tried my best.

But did things ever go as we plan, not in my case they don’t.

***

I was nervous as hell when I walked in school the next day. The boy did say, Welcome to Hell. I can’t spend my senior year being bullied.

I walked carefully to my class and sat down on the only empty seat next to a boy. He looked up from his books and smiled. He had light brown hair and hazel eyes. He was cute, kind of guy Brenna would go for.

“Hi, you are new.” He finally concluded.

I nodded, “Freya Morenson.”

“Micheal Saunders.”

“I heard you got in trouble with Alexander.” He said with a sympathetic smile.

“I wouldn’t say trouble but he did asked me wash his clothes.” I said not sure I was liking his pity.

“He is dangerous.”

“And what the hell is so dangerous about a guy same age as ours.” I retorted and immediately regretted my harsh tone.

Michael was not at fault.

“Well, he had been to jail a few times, he even beat up guys and admitted them in hospital. He even taunts and troubles teachers and principal. His dad was some kind of mafia or something, Alexander suppose to take after him.” Michael told me like a gossip loving girl.

“If he is going to be a Mafia , why the hell is he school studying?” I asked sounding like I was defending him.

“His foster parents are the one that want that. They are filthy rich and love him too much.”

I didn’t answer to that. His parents were dead and he was in foster care. It sucked and I felt sad for some reason. I always do, I care for people even when I don’t know them. My dad made me that way.

Our history teacher came in and Michael was trying to write something hiding a notebook under his history book.

“I have to be done with this for newspaper meet today.” He mumbled.

“Can I help?” The words came out before I can stop them.

“Do you know anything about best soccer teams?” He asked like mocking me.

“I love soccer.” I stated defensively.

“Oh, then please add a little information in your words, like a review. Then I can put it up as a comparison to our soccer team.” He said scribbling furiously.

So I ended up writing a newspaper article and helping my newly formed friend Micheal.

***

Lunch break and I was safe from Alexander. Maybe, maybe he was skipping school. Lunch was going to be difficult since I had no group of friend to sit with. But I had to get over it so I made way to the end of hall and sat on an empty table.

I did get up to help two girls carry their tables but they just smiled and left.

I chewed on to my sandwich scanning the crowd. A feeling of loneliness hit me when I saw everyone talking and laughing with their friends. I wish that someone was here with me as well. Why the shrink sent me to be all alone if she wanted me to be not-depressed?

And like my wish backfired, Alexander walked in the cafeteria. He might be a bully or a jerk but he was undoubtedly gorgeous. He was almost regal, like a prince, a dark prince in his black V neck T-Shirt. He smiled at his friend , Josh and girls ogled him shamelessly.

Then he stopped on a table and pulled out a chair. I sighed in relief as he didn’t notice me and wished that he forgot about his t shirt. But then he stopped and surveyed the cafeteria. My heart stopped as his eyes slowly made way to mine.

I looked down as soon as I realised he was going to look up, my heart thudding painfully.

I can feel his gaze on me, I knew he was walking over and I decided to put up a facade of the sweet girl I was.

“Do you think I will forget you?” He said in a tone that was not threatening , rather it was said softly and with a meaning behind his words.

“I tried washing your T shirt.” I said no idea what else to stay.

“And?”

“And the marks are still there.” I said in a small tone.

“So you are still alive?” He said angrily.

He had anger issues.

“It was just a shirt.” I sounded defensive.

Why was he being such a prick about it?

“And it was my shirt, so how are you mess it up.” He said glaring at me.

Sweet girl Freya, be the nice girl.

I got up and bravely touched his arms in a gentle calming way.

“Listen Alexander, I am sorry and I will –will try to pay for it if that’s what you want. I can help you in any other way you want. You don’t have to be so angry about it.” I said trying not to cower or shiver.

Besides the whole cafeteria, this time Alexander was also speechless. He just stared at me like I was an asgardian with mind stone on my head. I gave him a small smile and he looked at me startled.

I let go of his arm as this was getting awkward and then turned to leave seeing this was my chance.

But this broke the trance.

And next thing I knew, water bottle was emptied on my head.

I had to gasp the sudden hit of water on me and blinked to clear my vision.

“You are trying to sweet talk me? Dozen girls have tried and this little sweet seduction would have worked if you were moderately average looking but alas, you are not.” His tone was filled agitation and anger.

I tried to stop the tears forming in my eyes in utter humiliation. I wanted to yell and tell him that he was nothing and just a menace but I was too exhausted with all the drama. I just picked up my stuff and throwing away the bar I half ate I walked out of the cafeteria with as much dignity as I could.

***

“He is an ass.” A girl came down and sat next to me.

She was a rebel kind of girl. She had various piercings and three visible tattoos. Her eyes were kohl rimmed and she was dressed in black from head to toe.

“Is he like that to everyone?” I asked with a small smile.

“Mostly. He would have ignored you if you didn’t smash into him other day.” She answered nonchalantly.

“What are you doing?” I asked the rebel girl once I noticed she was carrying a lot of art stuff.

“Preparing for school Masquerade ball.”

“You have a Masquerade Ball?” I was stunned. I knew this school was for rich people but a dance for no reason was ...extravagant.

“Yup every year. It is organised my Comhan family, a school tradition.”

“You don’t sound too excited about it.” I noticed her tired indifferent tone.

“I am not. We decoration team have lot of work to do and usually we don’t end up going after the tiredness and girl like me doesn’t even get dates, so.”

“I can help.” I offered like I always do but this time because I wanted to.

She looked surprised but then her face was blank.

“Tessa.” She held out her hand and she I shook it.

“Freya.”

***

Another day and I can’t get the stain off. And I didn’t want to see his face again without it. I looked up online to search for second hand similar t shirts but even second hand it was not possible for my mother who was already paying my expensive tuition.

So I just went leaving everything to fate.

This time I was not that lucky and it turned out Alexander was in my chemistry. First I hate the subject and now he was in the class. Thankfully he and Josh were sitting together, so I don’t have to sit with him.

I looked around for empty seat but there was none. Wasn’t the teacher informed about a new student?

A balding man walked in almost hopping on his foot.

“Take a seat please.” He frowned at me.

And then realised there was no seat.

I notice Josh mutter something in Alexander’s ear and he smiled evilly.

“Sir I am not feeling well, I will be going to nurses office. She can sit here.” He said and I felt like I just died.

“No.” It just blurted out loudly from my mouth.

“What?” Teacher asked and I shook my head as if nothing happened.

I dragged myself to the seat next to him and sat down heavily.

The chemistry teacher started teaching and I as usual tried to live through it. My body was stiff with tension and I was waiting him to do something evil.

“So you think ignoring me will work?” He whispered bending close to me as teacher busied himself writing on the board.

“Trying doesn’t hurt.” I mutter.

“Don’t show me attitude.” He said and I ignored him.

“So, Miss .” Teacher looked at me.

“Freya.” I offered my name.

“Miss Freya, equalize this equation.” He said and I felt lost.

Equalize I can do but in front of whole class was a different story.

I felt nauseous all of a sudden.

“But sir, she is was not even listening to you. She was trying to flirt with me.” Alexander said it casually.

Guys snickered in the class and I blushed beet root red. I turned to glare at him but he just give me his evil smirk.

“I am not surprised Freya, you are just like every other girl.” He said and gestured for me to sit.

I was angry, I am seldom angry. I felt embarrassed yet again. This boy was torturing me , pushing me to edge.

“I told you get my shirt or I will continue with this.” He challenged me.

I didn’t answer him back.

Suddenly his pen slipped from his hand and fell rolling next to me. It was out of his reach and I wanted to kick it far away from him.

But I did what my mind told me. I just bend down and picked it up and gave it to him without a word. From my peripheral vision I knew that he was surprised by my action.

“What is wrong with you?” He whispered to me.

This time I turned to look at him squarely, blinking back any tears I had and said, “You.”