By how Oliver is refusing to talk to me, I guess he's mad.
Regardless, so am I. My talk with Mia aside, I'm still furious with what he did. If he wants to ignore me and stay angry, then he's very bloody welcomed to do so. Specially because I'll be doing the same.
["You did provoke him!"]
So what? I've been provoking him since I got here, Jack.
["Yes, I know, but he takes this tournament seriously, Hel."]
And? It doesn't change the fact that he used something he shouldn't have against me. My siblings, really? Ugh. I want to jump on him and break his beautiful face with punches, and throw him at the wall, and kick him in those bloody balls of his.
["He is also angry, Hel. Try to understand."]
Understand? He should understand my anger too!
"Uh, Wilhelmina, dear," Mr. Yves called, making me glare at him.
"Yes, professor?" I said through greeted teeth.
He gulped, "Could you tone down your bloodlust a bit?"
I frowned, "My what?" I hissed confused.
"You know, this eerie feeling you are emanating from all the pores of your body, that are screaming that you want to murder someone, and you might do exactly that to the first person that pushes your buttons? Well, it's overwhelming the entire class, but Oliver, if you can't see. And again, he isn't overwhelmed because he's emanating the same shite," he blurted.
["True. Everyone even pushed their chair far from you. Even Felix did it. It was getting quite heavy. Both from you and Oliver!"] Ugh.
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, "I'll try," I hissed.
"Thank you, dear!" He let out a sigh of relief, probably because he expected me to burst, and possibly jump with my fists on Oliver, which in fact would be a description of what I want to do.
["But you won't because you have self-control, right?"]
I said nothing. Dead silent.
["…Right?"]
✵ 𖣔 ✵
When the bell rang and Wicked Witch of the Westside by Ellise rang in the speakers, given how every day there's a different ring with a song the wardens chose, I got up and everyone groaned, still expecting me to just outburst. "You are all free to go!" Mr. Yves exclaimed. "Good night, kids!"
He said, as this was our last period of the day, and it was a doubled one. But when I was going to leave with my iPad, Oliver got up and held my arm on a tight grip, and before I could complain, he opened a portal using the rune he has in him body, and faded inside with me, leaving Jack purposely behind.
["Good luck with that, mates!"] Jack yelled mischievously.
And as Oliver closed the portal behind us, he launched me away, so far that I hit my back on the bookshelf, the same one he had fucked me on that day, and exactly how I wanted to do to him. This bloody arsehole.
"We need to talk about-" I didn't even let him finish as I propelled myself with my magic and threw him to the other end of the top of his tower, making him hit his back on the frontal frame of the bed. "I see, you want to do it like this!" He pushed his iPad and phone aside, on the bed. His eyes going from turquoise to ruby with his angry temper.
"You bloody fucker," I hissed, "you caused this!"
He scoffed bitterly, "Me? Don't blame me for what you started it!"
"It is not the bloody fucking same, and you know it, vampire!"
"Yes, it is, serpent. But you can't see that when you are blind with your own bloody anger, can you? No!" He faded to me again, holding me by my neck with the hand he has his ruby bracelet on, taking me off the ground and pressing me harder on the bloody bookshelf. "You can only see what you want. You only care about what you think," he growled.
Wrapping my legs around him, I pushed myself from the bookshelf with all my supernatural strength, making so I would be on top when I made him fall to the ground on his back.
"Is it me who only sees what I want now, you fucking bastard?" I growled, holding the wrist he was still holding my neck with, and coming very close to his damn face. "You used my fucking siblings against me just because you got angry at a bloody game!" I hissed.
But he held my neck tighter and hit my forehead with his, switching it up and making me stay down, as he caged over me, "Oh? Really? Your siblings?" He mocked, "You really act like that's what they are to you. You don't act like an older sister would at all!"
I saw red and again, I used all of my strength to push his body far away from me, making him hit his back on the damned bookshelf this time, my neck free. "You do not have the right to say that to me!" I got up with some struggle. "It is up to me to act the way I judge right. What? Do you expect me to accept Philippa's kids with open arms? She killed my mother! I will never do that!"
"The kids are never to blame for their parents mistakes!" He hissed.
"But knowing that doesn't lessen up my disgust every time I have to see their faces," I yelled, conjuring my katana, too far gone to even think, and instantly he conjured the sword I gave him. "And even though you know how I feel, you still chose them," I scowled.
"As if you gave me an option after you took the kids," he swung his sword, embedding it with darkness, and it was the first time I saw him using it. "Your view of your siblings aside, they are strong and on both on the top 15 of the Academy. Which you can't even see because you are fucking blind!"
Not really caring about the type of magic, I simply embed my katana with my magic, whatever it was I couldn't care less, and I attacked him, but he countered. "You shouldn't have picked them, you bloody son of a bitch, that remains. I don't give a shite if they are strong or not, you should have known better as my mate!"
He scoffed bitterly, "Oh, really?" His sword hit my katana with enough strength to push me three meters away, but I propelled myself with telekinesis and attacked him again, and he attacked me back, "Do you only use our mating bond when it's useful to you?" He hissed. "When we are fine you act as if you were all fine with it, but when we fight you come and fucking use it against me, like a bloody little bitch!"
"What is that supposed," when his sword came to hit me again, I straight up kicked the blade hard, making him be pushed away, and sent a slash with whatever magic I was using at him, but he evaded it, and it ended up hitting the bookshelf, destroying some books and making it all fall to the ground. Fuck that, "to mean?" I finished my sentence after a second.
Oliver growled, and hit me with a slash of his dark power, and it would have hit me if I hadn't countered it with my own power, "And you dare to feign ignorance on this?" He growled, threw his sword aside and conjured the two daggers I also gave him. "I am not your plaything, Wilhelmina. You can not play with me like this!" He faded and attacked me, but I was prepared, katana away and daggers in hand, perfectly countering him. "I will not let you do it!"
"I am not playing," I screamed with enough anger to break the windows of his tower, all glasses around, including the damn mirror at the side wall, still with no control over this damn sound magic, but he didn't even flinch. "I've made it clear that I was going to break this from the very beginning, Oliver-Sean, so you don't come with that shite to me. You may have chosen to ignore, but I kept my word. Just because I didn't bring it up every second doesn't meant I changed my mind."
I mean, I did stop looking for it. But it's just for now. I still want to deal with this. After all, it is dangerous to him.
"I'm talking about how you used our bond against me," he hit me hard with the brute strength he put on his daggers, and I jumped away, before the arsehole could actually land a cut on me. "Just because I pissed you off, after you pissed me off," he yelled, and I'm not joking when I tell you the whole place shook.
"And?" I mocked. "I did it to piss you off. Seems like it worked!"
His eyes widened and I could scent his fury emanating from his full body, "You insane bitch," he scowled, "are you fucking joking with me? Bloody fucking hell, Wilhelmina, the mating bond is not something to be fucking with just because you are mad!" He yelled furious.
So furious that his veins were popping, and I almost laughed. Again the key word is almost. "What part of 'I am not joking' it is hard for you to possibly understand?" I mocked as angry as he is, kicking him away from me, but this time he didn't move as far as I wanted. "I know how serious this bloody fucking bond is, son of a bitch. And that is precisely the reason why I want to break it. It's for your protection!"
Oliver was on me in a second, throwing my dagger away from my hand, then he caught me by my hair in a hard grip and made me stare at him, and I enlaced my legs on his torso instantly, "You don't get to chose for me. This is not solely your decision to make," he said it all in a deadly whisper, angry like I've never seen him. "There is no way out of this, Wilhelmina. You are stuck with me, you like it or not. I am not letting go of you, get this inside your little head, you evil scheming serpent bitch."
I glared back, taking advantage of the fact that he bought me this close to grab his neck with my right hand, while he only tightened his grip on my hair more, "It is not about liking it or not. It doesn't matter if I do. This is not the bloody fucking point, Oliver-Sean, why can't you fucking see it from my side? In fact, me having any feelings for you will only make me want to break it harder!"
"And do you?" He asked through clenched teeth, seemingly not as bother with my hand strangling him as he should. Though I wasn't bothered with him doing that to me either, angry solely because of what he did earlier.
"Do I what?" I arched my eyebrows, in a furious confusion.
"Do you have feelings for me? Genuine feelings?" He asked serious in a way I've also never seen him before, not even when we discussed before.
I froze, clenching my jaw and only glared at him. And as I looked inside of me, I knew the answer for his question, of course I knew. There was no not-falling-in-love-with-him, it's impossible not to. Even more as he made sure to actually try his best to make me fall for him. But if I'm to be crudely honest, I think I would end up falling for him even if he didn't try anything… even if there was no mating bond.
And the realization of this scares me. Scares me too much, because it'll only make it fucking hard to let go off him. It might also be the real reason why I've been postponing looking for a way to break our bond. Even though I know it'll be the best sort of action.
When my grip unconsciously softened on his neck, his entire angry demeanor changed, just like the way he gripped my hair felt different. "You do," he whispered, his eyes glowing with understanding, "you fell for me, didn't you?" But there was no mischievousness in his voice.
I gasped, feeling exposed, "No!" I hissed. "I did not!"
But it was too late. He saw it. "You're in love with me."
"Bloody hell no!" I yelled helplessly. "I am not!"
"Liar," he whispered and shut me up with a ferocious deep kiss.