Viper's Kiss

Chapter 10

I had painstakingly woken up the next day with what I liked to call a hangover despite not drinking but did it matter? At the end of it all I still felt like s**t when I woke up so I'll call it that. My head was pounded and my limbs felt like lead when I woke up. Even the sun felt like it was burning me despite being shielded by my curtains. It took a lot for me to drag myself out of bed and into the shower but that was only after spending 3 hours just laying down subjecting myself to watching Big Mouth because I didn't want to move out of bed. 

It wasn't until the clock on my bed displayed 1pm that had me crawling out and practically slinking on the ground, that I told myself I had a commitment. I had managed to drag myself to the bathroom, dawdle on the toilet for a good while before deciding that I needed to clean myself. I wanted to rid myself of the stressful week I had and wash off all the nerves that had built up over the past few days. 

As the water cascaded down my body, I could no longer feel the pain in my back. The skin that had once felt tender to the touch was now back to normal which was surprising considering I thought it was going to take my longer. Who was I to complain though? I made sure to soak my scrub thoroughly before running the loofah over my skin making sure not to miss a single spot. From my neck which had been sore from a good scrubbing to over my curves and down to the end of my body. 

After cleansing myself off for 20 minutes and spending another 20 hosting a concert for myself behind a curtain of steam as my special effects, I had exited the tub, wrapped myself in a towel and went into my room. It didn't take long for me to lather myself in lotion and all the other cleaning necessities then get dress. And honestly after that shower I had felt like I could do anything, even dealing with the Grim Reaper's half brother who I know for sure is going to aggravate my soul out of my body later. 

Once I got in my room I quickly dried my hair, put it in a ponytail and got dressed. A simple T-shirt and sweatpants. I placed my laptop in my bag and secured the rest of the stuff I would be needing. With one last glance around my room I walked out and went towards the kitchen.

There was a plate of food on the kitchen counter; pancakes, eggs, sausages. Next to the plate was a glass of orange juice, and oddly enough despite it being the afternoon the food was still warm. "Mom," I called out as I walked to a drawer nearby and pulled out a fork. I didn't get a response even as I waited a few more minutes. "Must be at work," I sighed cutting a piece of the pancake stack and placing the fluffy cake in my mouth.

Maybe it was the comedown of the week I had, but the pancakes despite the lack of syrup had tasted amazing. It took me a few more bites and the entire portion of the eggs to feel full. Pushing aside the untouched sausages and scraps of pancake, I took a long sip of orange juice.

"I know you're ass didn't just sit here and polish off my breakfast," a voice came from behind me. I choked on the orange juice, turned around and saw my mother setting a couple of bags on the ground. Her brow was raised with curiosity and she mock folded her hands in front of her.

"What if I said you're cooking was amazing?" I smiled sheepishly.

"I'd say I know," my mother walked towards me and pulled a sausage from off the plate. She frowned at the lack of eggs before shaking her head, a small smirk light on her lips. "You're lucky I'm so tired."

"You love me." I pulled my backpack off the ground and slung it around my shoulders. "I'm heading to the library for some schoolwork."

"With Zarina?"

"Nope. A classmate. It's for some tragic love assignment," I quickly said and kissed her cheek. "Although I might go see Zarina later."

"Alright be safe. If I'm not home when you get back then you know I'm at work."

I left the house quickly and made my way over to my car. I sat down, threw my bag in the passenger seat and started the car. It was now that my nerves were starting to catch up to me, and despite the constant reassurance I was giving myself it felt like I was being punched in the gut. Nonetheless I pulled off towards the library.

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It didn't take long for Dameon to arrive at the table I picked out for us. I had all the papers set out along with a pen and the moment I went to pull out my laptop his chilly air had graced my presence stopping me in my tracks. "Hi," I mumbled out, sitting up straight completely forgetting my laptop for a second. He nodded at me before taking a seat across from me. He was dressed in a black hoodie and light grey sweatpants, his hood was pulled over his head almost covering his face. I did however notice the glasses that he was wearing despite the fact that I've never seen him in glasses in all the years I stole glimpses at him in school.

"So did you have anything in mind?" I asked, biting the cap off my pen. Once again he didn't say a single word instead he just stared at me his gaze shifting from my face to my mouth then to my eyes. I could feel my insides flipping over, either out of anger or confusion.

"You know what let's just pull some books from the shed first." I quickly stood up and grabbed the assignment paper off the table. I was determined to get work done today whether or not he would comply was up to him however I knew that I wanted this to go as smoothly as possible. And I was going to make him talk to me, one way or another.