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“You’d have fallen through into ice-temperature water,” Marco says in his stern, coach voice. “Do you know that it takes seconds to freeze and drown? Even if I had been willing to jump in after you, which I hadnot, I might not have gotten to you in time.”
“Even in theory, you are always so chivalrous,” I murmur.
Then I must have spoken too much, because my stomach gives another lurch. I lean down, preparing to throw up again, and surprisingly his arms stay around me. If anything, his grip grows stronger, more steadying.
“I’m not an idiot, is all,” he says. “Why should I jump into suicide-cold water just because you kids are too stupid to live?”
“You kids?” I murmur. “You are a year older than me. Yougohere.”
He sighs, sounding irritated as hell. I wish I wasn’t about to throw up, because I really would enjoy seeing him so annoyed with me. In fact, the thought alone makes me so excited, I think I forget to throw up.
He lets me go abruptly, and stars dance in my vision. I stumble, and he makes no move to catch me.
I straighten slowly and look at him. He has this ‘enough is enough’ look on his hard face. Gosh, he is beautiful. It should be illegal to be as gorgeous as he is. And I know from gorgeous. I have met some of the biggest stars on the planet face to face. Actors, athletes, idols, princes. You name him, I’ve seen him. You thirst for him, I’ve been bored by him.
But this one… His is a raw kind of beauty, all bones and square chin and stubble and blue eyes. He has this animal magnetism to him that makes me weak in the knees in a completely different way than throwing up does.
“Well?” he asks, breathing through his nose as if he’s trying not to say something he’ll regret.
Say it, I think excitedly.Insult me. Let go.Let’s find out what it’s like to be normal.Marco knows who I am, of course, but he’s never once acted differently towards me for it. Maybe that’s the main reason why I am so excited to go to practice every day, even though he is such an ass.
Insult me.
And then I think of the things written on my shower wall, and my enthusiasm evaporates. Someone has insulted me already today, haven’t they? Not that these were normal insults. I can’t even do being bullied in a normal way.
“Well what?” I ask him, blinking rapidly to restore my vision.
“Are you going to faint or not? Make up your mind,” he sighs again. “I have places to be.”
A hot feeling of irritation rises within me, and I embrace it, because it helps me stand up straight and stop seeing black. Instead, I see red. Is that what it’s like to be treated like a random person and not a royal? Don’t get me wrong, it sucks being treated this way. It sucks major time, especially coming from such a rude, arrogant person like this Roman god here, but to me, so far, it’s refreshing.
It's different.
It’s normal.
“I’m sorry for inconveniencing you,” I reply. Sarcasm.Nice, very nice.“I don’t remember asking for your help, though. You could have just let me fall, hit my head, and then plunge into the pool and die. That might open up your schedule to go to those important places of yours.” Yes yes yes! I love the words that just came out of my mouth. Are there more? Let’s find out. “Someone recently said that these college kids are stupid, and now I see it. Oh, wait. You’re a college kid yourself, aren’t you?”
Slam dunk.
I have literally never been prouder of myself.
Marco snorts, then turns on his heel and leaves. Oops.No, wait, I want to fight with you some more, I want to yell after him.That was not nearly enough.
But he’s already gone.
The adrenaline of talking back to him disappears at once, leaving me weak and dizzy. I turn around and stumble to the bin to throw up a couple more times. Then I drag myself back to my room, where I retch some more and then faint in the shower.
And no one is there to catch me.
/we the rotten royals/
Not King Mihail single-handedly causing the third world war.
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