The Deception Game

7: Demon Freed From Its Cage.

I gave Travon a weak smile and a nod as response while practically jumped the rest whole flights of stairs, going to stand as far away as I possibly could from the boiling furnace ready to blast any damn minute as I waited for the luggage to be boarded off the plane. 

Not mine of course and neither Arsen's, poor boy I think didn't have more than a backpack. Oh no, no, no, it was bimbo Barbie we're waiting for. 

Now you may be wondering why I don't just hitch hike this place and leave in one of the five black sleek cars my brother brought with him. 

Yup darling, five. Either it's his showing off day or it's for our protection with the Kerrigan's following us everywhere.

Well, the answer to that earlier question is that I'm in absolute no hurry to get home. No hurry at all.

He's like a demon freed from its cage, God put it in. And God forbid if he unleashes his demonic hell on me, a war would break out since I'm not backing down, either. 

I snuck a peek at him from my lashes. Travon was far away from me to interpret any word he and Arsen stood discussing in hushed whispers, but not far enough for me to miss the lit fire burning in his hazel as his eyes connected with mine, his posture so stiff, that if you didn't know what the shit was happening right now, you'd actually might get an impression that someone shoved a rod up his ass.

I cringed severely, immediately averting my gaze.

Yea... No hurries. 

On second note, I won't even mind spending a night or two right here. Yea, I'm that desperate to not face him. 

I'm just gonna pass the time and stall this as much as I can.

And guess what's the best way to stall time. Yes! You got it right! Annoying the shit out of others.... Well Arsen that is.

He just finished talking to Travon, walking further away, towards one of the black car. Even with his back towards me, I could practically taste the tension in the air, or more specifically his anger. 

Whatever they just talked about, did not end well.

I skipped towards him and give him a megawatt grin.

"Hey, leaving so soon?" I asked, my voice containing disappointment in it.

It's not that I want him to stay or anything.

Cadence might first admit that she secretly loved me this whole time before that happens, it's just that I want a reason to keep my mind distracted from what will happen at home aka my doom.

Yea, I want company that bad that I'm asking Arsen. 

Please disgrace me and gouge my eyes out when you execute me, so I can't replay what I'm doing right now ever again in my afterlife.

He halted in his process of throwing his backpack in the car, his back still to me as his back muscles tensed under his tight shirt, his hand clenching in tight fists. 

And for a second I got worried.

"Yes, Sassy. Why? You going to miss me?" He smirked, turning around and it was the most amazing smile.

I think it just surpassed Ian Somerhalder's and I would've told him that if he just hadn't used that nickname.

Thank the Lords for granting him with an assholic personality.

"Miss you? That's like asking me to miss my bully of elementary school who used to make fun of my missing teeth." I scoffed, crossing my arms in front of my chest.