I hate my mouth. Seriously, I hate it.
"Friends?" They all gasped, moved.
"Did she just call us friends?" Yumi asked the others.
"Aw, she has a heart," Dimitry mocked.
"I did not say anything," I growled. "Don't get your hope up."
Felix, that ended up behind me again, as he gave his seat to Henrihk and was siting between him and Igor who's behind Oliver, grinned, "It's out, girl. Too late. You can't back away now."
{"Your mouth always give gives you up,"} he purred.
"Shut up, vampire," I hissed at him.
But he held me tighter to him, "It's okay to confess, you know?"
"I am not confessing anything," I mumbled annoyed.
"Kind of late for that," Bell chuckled.
"My daughter is so stubborn," the bastard mocked with a grin on. "So, do you have another one?" He waved the wooden palette when the ice cream was before.
I glared at him but summoned two more ice creams of the flavor he loves, and one more blood-flavored for Bell, who was still having hers. "To think I would be used as a piggy bank even by my father, tsk," I clicked my tongue. Then, without another word, I summoned two palettes identical to the ones I bought for my team to Henrihk, Dora, Ivar, Sabrina, Agost, and Nicolette.
"Aye, you're the best, Hel!" Henrihk beamed.
Turning my head, I grinned at him, "You did good on the wolf."
He blushed, "Oh? Thank you!"
"Hey, that's not fair," Rio growled. "Why did you only bought it for them? You bought Abellona a ice cream for vampires. So unfair."
{"I'm also jealous."}
And?
Rolling my eyes, I summoned two pallets of blood ice cream for each of the six vampires. O- for Rio, A- for River, O+ for Irene, O+ for Nevena, B- for Dimitry, B+ for Igor. Two of each, as I had paid attention to what they drink when we were on the cafeteria and while training. As well as the fact that Shiryu's blood is O+ and Yuliana's is B-, matching their mates' taste.
"Aye, my heart is touched, new girl," Rio said dramatically.
"How did you…?" Irene gasped surprised.
"She's perceptive," Oliver and father said at the same time.
Rolling my eyes, I ignored their genuine surprise, "If you make one more surprised sound, I'll feel offended," then I side-glared Rio and his cheeks turned red. "Breaking necks, uh? Quite the kink you have there. It was cool how you killed them. Too bad they can't really be killed given the academy's protective bracelet, but it was cool."
"Did you just… compliment… ME?" His jaw dropped. Eyes wide.
Turning around, I looked at Oliver whose eyes are on me, "What?"
{"I am jealous, Wilhelmina. And you didn't get me anything."}
Why would I get you a blood ice cream?
{"You got two for them."}
Because they are hungry.
He frowned, {"Well, I am too!"}
I know. But why would I get you an ice cream?
{"Wilhelmina!"} He growled annoyed.
I raised my wrist to him, and his eyes turned ruby red instantly.
{"Wilhelmina,"} his voice came slow, full of desire and danger.
Why would I get you an ice cream, when you can feed from me?
He held my wrist softly with his free hand and bit me, eyes on mine.
{"You are messing with my mind."}
I can feel what you feel, so I can tell that much.
{"I don't know if I can hold on until the final match!"} As if his anger wasn't enough to tell me that. {"I'm angry. And breaking."}
Yeah? I can tell.
{"Aren't you too cruel to me?"}
I licked my lips, avoiding his gaze but allowing him to keep his grip on my wrist as he drank from me. Keeping my mind blank, not to give any single thing away. Not yet. It's not time yet.
{"Time for what? For you to break us?"} He tensed up.
I'm not going to talk about that until Sunday.
{"I can't wait until Sunday. I'll get angrier and I'll lose it."}
That's my intention.
{"I won't stop loving you no matter what you do, you know that, right? No matter how furious or sad I get because what you're doing to me, because of you're hurting me, I'll never stop loving you, Wilhelmina!"} The intensity of his words made me freeze.
After some a minute, I answered him; I know.
{"Then why are you fighting against it? Why?"}
I said nothing, and when he had enough of my blood, he kissed the wound he made softly and not even five second afterwards, it healed. I don't mind the wound on my neck, it's like a mark of him, but I do mind it on my wrist. At least while we're in public.
{"So, I can leave my marks everywhere when we are alone?"}
You've done that countless of time already. Why ask?
{"Because I want to hear you say it."}
Yes, you can, arsehole. For as long as this lasts.
I added the last part just to torture him a bit, and it worked.
{"Could you stop doing that?"} Let's play innocent.
I'm not doing anything.
{"I don't want to play games, Wilhelmina. Not with you!"}
If not with me, with who then? Little butterfly from India?
He stared at me as if dumbfounded, "You're still jealous."
I scoffed, looking away, "I am not jealous of you!"
"You are absolutely jealous," he beamed.
"No. I am not!"
Bell chuckled, "Honey, what did the witch tell you?"
I gasped, turning to her, "No. Don't say it. Shut it!" I exclaimed as quick as a lightening. "Not a word. Keep it to yourself. Come on, let's make it our secret, alright? Alright, Bell?"
She blushed, still giggling, "You are really stubborn."
"So everyone has been telling me," I mocked. "But keep it shut!"
"Keep what shut?" Everyone, including father questioned.
I held Bell's hand, still glaring at her, "Nothing. Nothing, right?"
"Nothing at all," she followed my lead.
"Yes, nothing!" I said satisfied and adjusted myself on my seat. "Everything is fine. Everything is cool."
"What did the witch tell you?" Oliver and father insisted.
I clenched my jaw, "You heard Bell, she said nothing."
"What witch?" Agost asked confused.
"You met a witch?" Nicolette joined the discussion.
"The witch said nothing," I insisted. "Nothing that you need to be aware of… today. I'll tell you on Sunday, after the ball."
{"What did she tell you?"}
Nothing.
{"Wilhelmina, don't keep me in the dark, damn it!"}
I turned to Bell, "So, did you get a confirmation?"
Her cheeks turned blood red, "Yes."
"So… is it a yes, yes? Or a yes, no, we're wrong?"
Bell gulped, "A yes, yes."
"Oh shite!" I jumped from my seat. "Oh shite! Shitshitshitshit!"
She glared at me, "Tone down a bit, will you?!"
I covered my lips with my hands and sat down again, "Oh shite!"
["What is it? What is it?"]
Nothing.
{"What is this about?"}
"Bell," I gasped staring at her eyes.
"I know," she rolled hers.
"What are you two scheming?" Father frowned.
"Me? Nothing. Bell? Amazing things."
She glared at me, "Hel!"
I bit my bottom lip, "Want a helping hand?"
"No. Thank you," she growled embarrassed. "But if I come to need that, I'll tell you. I know you will be up to help me when it comes to this."
"Oh, hell yeah, I will," I winked. "Feels good to be right."
"You're still wrong about many things," Oliver growled.
"Yeah? Never said I was perfect," I scoffed, arms crossed.
"You did said you were a perfect weapon," Rio pointed.
I glared at him, "Because I am. A weapon, I mean," then I pointed to father. "He's the only one in here who knows how much of a perfect weapon I am. If you doubt it, ask him. I did kick his arse after all. Father is the best person to tell you about I."