That's a promise. That's a promise. That's a promise. That's a promise. Cupid replayed her own words in her head. What the fuck had she just gotten herself into? Things were not going the way she had planned.
Hadeon should be the one falling into her trap, but now it felt like she was falling into his. Where did she go wrong? Cupid did everything right. Looked sincere, check, acted sincere, check, gave a heart felt -secretly fake- apology, another check.
Cupid even wore her Alia heels, and one does not scheme like they do in Jimmy Choos.
Cupid took a deep breath. Relax. It's only natural for him to be hesitant. He'll be mine in no time.
She just has to prove to him that she's worthy of his friendship. That's a promise. On second thought, maybe some promises weren't meant to be kept.
Parisa quickly entered their shared dorm and slammed the door shut. With her back against the door, Parisa breathed heavily like she had just ran a marathon.
"Hey, you good?" Cupid asked. As she got up from the couch, she got a better view of her friends disheveled appearance.
The usual blonde hair that was always done neatly looked like Parisa raked her hands through its several times. Her cheeks looked flushed and she had a strange glow to her.
"Parisa?"
The blonde snapped out of her trance like state she was in, blinking repeatedly before acknowledging Cupid. "Yeah, yeah. I'm cool. I'm fine. I'm great. Just need to....go shower really quickly."
Parisa ran to the restroom and the sound of the locks click filled the new silence in the room. What the hell was that about?
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"Goodmorning!" Cupid held out the glass pan of fresh strawberry cheesecake towards Hadeon, who was standing by the front entrance of the school. Like he always was.
She had to take a leap of faith and hope Hadeon even liked cheesecake. As Tiana from 'The Princess and The Frog' said, "the quickest way to a man's heart, is through his stomach". Who didn't like fresh sweets baked for them? It's the perfect friendly approach.
Hadeon eyed the cake before chuckling. "My favorite, how did you know?"
Favorite, really? Fucking score!
"I have my ways." Cupid handed him the cake. "Friends make eachother things." She laid on the most sweet smile she could muster.
Hadeon hummed as if he agreed with her. His tongue stuck out to wet his chapped lips. The bitter cold January air didn't help him.
Cupid stared at the red small bloody crack in the middle of his plump lower lip. She found herself licking her own lips as well, they were no where near dry.
Taking out her lip balm from her coat pocket, Cupid handed it to Hadeon who, again, eyed it for a second.
"You want me to use this?"
"Yes." Cupid confirmed. "Friends share things, no?"
Hadeon smiled before handing back the cheesecake for Cupid to hold. "This won't make my lips crazy pink or anything, right?"
She shook her head. Though that might be a good idea next time. Let him walk around with big pink lips like a fool.
Watching Hadeon felt oddly like like watching a slow-no scene of a handsome actor on a windy beach. She found him strangely hot at this very moment, and Cupid didn't have a fucking clue as of why.
Was it because he was putting on something that touched her lips? Or was it the way his lips were moving, or how they looked? How his bottom lip was slightly bigger than the top?
The boys lips weren't the only thing attractive about him. Cupid wasn't blind. Obviously everything about him looked. His lips too. They just looked, biteable. Was that even a to describe it?
Or, could it maybe be the way Hadeon was looking at her right now? Like she was biteable. His gaze made Cupid feel hot in the cold weather, made her stomach feel weird; things she's never felt before.
It bothered her. She needed to get the fuck away from him.
"Uhm, I gotta go. Classes. I've got classes." Cupid quickly handed Hadeon back his cake. Their fingers touching from the exchange.
Walking in a hurry to the school doors, Hadeon called out. "Hey, your lip balm!"
Cupid didn't bother turning around to go retrieve it. She didn't feel well and with a doubt, Hadeon was the reason. She walked through the halls, straight to the nearest girls restroom, to the farthest stall and locked the door.
She had to calm down. Why she was having this strange reaction to her enemy, Cupid had no fucking clue. It felt like there was a billion different fluttery creatures in stomach. Maybe it was repulsion! Yeah, that's what it is! Disgust had to be the reason why her body was all hot and flushed.
After convincing herself, she felt better, relieved almost. Cupid exited the stall to see a girl crying in front of the mirror. Crying was an understatement. This chic was full on snot bubbles, body shaking, sobbing.
Cupid had been so caught up in her own dilemma, she didn't even hear the girl from the stall she was in.
Her shiny red heart-o-meter stuck out like a sore thumb above the girls head. Completely filled with red, it shunned bright like a light house; the beating meter thumped wildly.
Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump.
This girl was completely, head over heels, in love. Cupid adored that. Having the gift to see love was a blessing she will always be grateful for.
"Are you alright?" Cupid asked. The obvious answer was no, but she had to start a conversation somehow.
Wiping the snot and tears from her face, the girl shook her head. She swept her long brown bangs from her face and accepted the tissue Cupid offered.
"Sorry, I look like hot mess." Her Russian accent think on her tongue.
"You're all good. Just, is there any thing I can help you with? You seem....upset."
Due to the girls bangs being so long, Cupid almost didn't see her till her eyes, she scoffed but her attitude softened a little after seeing that Cupid was being genuine.
"I'm in love." The simple yet complexed words blurted out of her mouth.
I know. "Oh. Well that's...great, but your not happy about that."
The girl gave her a sad smile. "How could I be? I'm in love with a man who doesn't love me back. He can't."
Oof. An unrequited love. Those always hurt. It was even worse when there is a never a chance in receiving that love back. Cupid had figured out that to most people, it felt like a hole, longing to be filled in their heart.
"Why can't he love you back?" Cupid asked
The girl looked hesitant to reply so Cupid quickly backed her question with, "if your comfortable sharing, that is."
"His loyalty like bull. Stubborn. He not planning to act on his feeling. Instead, he's going back home. Russia."
This was Cupid element. Her true calling. She had almost forgot how exciting it was helping others in the land of love.
"What is your name?" Cupid has a sneaking suspicion that she knew this girl from somewhere.
"Irina Semyonov."
Bingo. Cupid did know her from somewhere. Irina Semyonov. Fifth daughter of a Russian CEO, and -though many don't know- her family has the Russian mafia on speed dial. Recently moved to Manhattan for business, but Cupid didn't think Irina was gonna stay her very long.
Irina was less than pleased when Cupid match made her brother, and her brothers now wife together back in middle school. Just a young Irina who didn't want her closest family member to abandon her. Irina looked obviously over it now.
Cupid leaned her hip against the sink. "Well Irina, seems it was fate that serve crossed paths. I'll let you in on a small secret. I can help you make him yours. Is that what you want?"
Irina didn't answer for a moment. Cupid was almost sure that Irina might bolt out of the bathroom, but instead she stayed, because temptation came in many different forms.
The gleam in Irinas eyes said enough. One couldn't simply avoid live no matter how hard they tried, and lots were willing to do anything to receive it.
