Blumen Fire

Chapter 3 ***

Eila swept down the streets, her heart thudding in her chest. "That Oliver was suspicious," she muttered over and over under her breath, ignoring Maya's death stares and the dreamy look in her eyes. Eila sighed. "What did that boy do to you?" her voice conveyed more than the words.

Maya laughed a little. Her sister was overreacting. It was just a small peck... Right? Just to be nice..?

"Why are you so obsessed over him doing something to me? He just kissed me-" Maya slapped her hand over her mouth. She had forgotten to not tell Eila and probably made things worse.

Eila stopped dead in her tracks. "And?" she asked in a voice that could freeze over the Sahara.

Maya said, "H-he only kissed me.. A-and that's-it."

"And you did?" Eila breathed.

"Y-yes.." she looked up, stuttering, "I thought i-it was okay since he was b-being so n-nice a-and all.."

Eila turned around. Her expression was unreadable as she hissed, "This boy is going to have a word with my knife."

Maya stopped, and said loudly, "Stop acting like this!" Maya realized that... she said something very wrong, and started to jog.

Eila started walking in the direction of Oliver's house again, swift as a cheetah, deadly serious, her face as cold and stony as a piece of concrete left in the winter.

Maya started panicking and ran ahead of Eila. When she got there, she started knocking frantically and Oliver answered the door.

"Oh, hi!" he said, surprised, and a grin spread over his face. "What are you doing here? Not that I'm not pleased to see you, of course," he said hastily, running a hand subconsiously through his tousled hair, and Maya froze, captured by his eyes and...

"Eila.. She's- she's coming to possibly kill you for kissing me!" She blurted and started panicking once again. "S-he's- gonna kill you!" At that moment, Eila barged past her sister and grabbed Oliver's shirt.

"Did you touch Maya?" she asked casually.

Oliver stumbled back, gasping for air. His face paled as he nodded.

"How did she react to you?" growled Eila. "Did she do anything?"
Oliver inhaled sharply...and shook his head.

Maya screamed, "Oliver!"

"She didn't touch me," Oliver told Eila, his voice deadly calm. "I forced her to me. She didn't want to do it." His eyes darkened with each word. "We are nothing."

The words pierced Maya like a knife. "He's lying!" she cried. "I kissed him, I did it out of my free will!"

Eila paused, hesitation drawing at her fingertips. Then she threw him aside. "Are you hiding something from us, Oliver?" she asked menacingly. Oliver leaped to his feet with surprising agility.

"N–no," he stumbled. "I–that's the truth–she doesn't like me, I forced her to come back here–"

Maya was enraged now. "I did it 'cause I wanted to! Why isn't anyone listening to me!?" She let out a shaky breath. "He could report us if you keep doing this!"

"Report us, Oliver, and you'll be having a little session with me and my faithful knives here." Eila let her eyes pierce his for a moment. Oliver nodded confidently, and she pushed him back, feeling a thudding in her chest like never before. What was happening?! Was she..jealous of Maya? His face flashed in her mind, and with it, a cyclone of emotions that she pushed back with all her might.

With trembling legs, Oliver regained his balance and rose to his feet, leaning against the wall, his face crumbled in pain. A small whimper escaped Maya's lips, and her wavy locks fell onto her shoulders, framing her face as she backed into the corner of the walls.