XV | Your Annoyance Satisfies Me in a Unhealthily Manner

Pride-Niklaus's point of view

♕︎ ♕︎ ♕︎

Strawberry, cinnamon, and a hit of bourbon.

She smells amazing. Addicting. Like everything I've ever wanted, and all I can't have. Holy and divine and enchanting.

I'll forever be full-heartedly grateful for Diana and Samuel having made us a pair, and I'm pretty sure they tricked the balls for us to fall in those pairs, there's no other explanation. And the idea of making our houses collaborate?

What a mastermind plan. Chef kiss for that cherry on top.

Now Scarlet is stuck with me and won't be able to runaway as she always does. Homework? Together. Projects? Together. Competitions? Together. Classes? Together. Houses? Tied together. And to make it even more amazing, the boys all paired with four of her girls, and my sister paired with her brother. How amazing is this? I'm having a hard time containing my grin and I bet it's pissing her off.

Scarlet won't be able to runway after taunting me anymore either. This will be the best year of my life, I can already tell. Let's see how much she will be able to keep her façade up near me. How long will she be able to contain herself if she's already looking at me as if I was the most appetizing meal around. Does she even notice the way she's looking at me?

So much wrath. So much angst. So much desire. So much denial.

As we left the classroom to go to the Advance Chemistry IX lab, my phone rang and I took it from my pocket, going to the side while the boys, my sister and Nora talked with their respective pairs, since Scarlet instantly teleported to the lab after professor Ophelia's class was over. And I would have done the same, but I felt like walking and giving her some time alone.

Diana of Space: Happy?

Me: Overjoyed.

Diana of Space: Don't mess up.

Diana of Space: We shouldn't even be meddling.

Diana of Space: But you two are our favorite kids in here.

Me: *heart eyed demon sticker*

Me: You are my favorite Goddess, you know that?

Diana of Space: I would be genuinely offended if I wasn't.

Me: No worries regarding that then.

Diana of Space: Be careful with her, alright?

Diana of Space: Don't cross the line.

Me: I am not Filthy Fox, darling.

Me: I may counter Scarlet's anger and mess with her back,

Me: But I will never do anything against Scarlet's will.

Me: Even the times I stab her it was only because she stabbed me and I had to be even with her. After all, I can't let her just stab me and be okay with it. I may not die but that shite hurts.

Diana of Space: *giggling gif*

Diana of Space: I would be worried if there was a way for you to die.

Me: If there was, she would have used and killed me already.

Me: And if there is, she will find it and try using it later on.

Me: I am not letting her do that, though. I'm not a pushover.

Diana of Space: She wouldn't like if you left it for that either.

Me: *mischievous grin emoji*

Me: As if I didn't know that.

Me: She wants to pour that uncontainable wrath of hers into someone and that someone needs to be up to the challenge, and stomach it all and challenge her back, so she won't feel guilty for being such a mean-spirited corrupted bad bitch.

Me: I happen to be that someone.

Diana of Space: Let's see where will that get you.

Diana of Space: You have a year, dear.

Diana of Space: It will be hard to manipulate the results next year.

Diana of Space: For now, she's stuck with you and with no way out.

Diana of Space: Make the best use of this opportunity we are giving you.

Diana of Space: Break through her walls and get under her skin for good.

Me: You are the best deity female-wingman ever, darling.

Me: It'll be kind of hard, but I won't give up.

Diana of Space: You've been obsessed with her for almost 13 years, dear.

Diana of Space: Giving up is the last thing I expect you to do.

Me: Obsessed is a strong word, darling. I prefer enchanted.

Diana of Space: Unhealthily addicted suits you better.

Me: *dramatically offended gif*

Me: It does, doesn't it?

Me: But I am enchanted nonetheless.

Me: I can't help but love the way she push my buttons.

Diana of Space: And tries to kill you in all ways possible?

Me: That's part of our thing,

Me: I'm almost sure she is as attracted to it as much as I am.

Diana of Space: Again, don't mess this up, Persephone deserves better.

Me: Nice to meet you, my name is Better *winking emoji*

Me: Don't worry, darling, I am exactly what she needs, and she deserves way more than just 'better'. She deserves the world, and I'll give it to her. Even if she keeps trying to kill me, I'll take every single stab with pleasure.

Diana of Space: Masochist much?

Me: I prefer receptive to her love language which is dagger-on-my-hearts.

Diana of Space: Fancy words to sum up a masochist.

Diana of Space: No. I'm wrong. You like inflicting pain, just not on her.

Diana of Space: Sadomasochist it is then.

Me: I prefer overprotective who doesn't mind spilling blood if needed.

Diana of Space: Don't let anyone know we had a hand on this, got it?

Me: My lips are sealed.

Diana of Space: Just not the way you wanted, uh?

Diana of Space: *naughty grin sticker*

No wonder the Gods of Fertility, Love, and Sexuality are her children. It's definitely in their blood to be naughty on those topics. I don't mind it though.

Me: But it will happen,

Me: By the end of the year.

Diana of Space: Good luck with that.

Me: Luck is only needed when you're unprepared and might fail.

Me: I'll make this happen, I can tell she feels something.

Diana of Space: Oh, she does. It's called hatred and bloodlust.

Me: Ha, ha, ha, how funny you are, darling.

Diana of Space: Get off the phone and head to the lab, dear. Go to class. Make this work and again, don't mess this up.

Rolling my eyes, I locked my phone and put it back on my pocket, then I opened a portal and teleported to the lab once and for all, finding Scarlet already on our set seat, face blank as she stared at the front of the lab room, iPad and phone on the side with the pen, and the ear pods on. By the faraway look in her golden eyes, she's lost in her mind again, her ADHD making it hard for her to stay focused.

She's always showed high levels of ADHD. Since we were kids, but while she used to be more hyperactive before, now the strongest is the attention deficit. I can relate to that, my ADHD is definitely more on the hyperactive side of it, but I get it. The anxiety too, though to me the problem are the panic attacks at night.

It's not for nothing that even before Inferno, I had a dorm just dorm myself because Diana and Samuel knew what happened to me, and the reasons, which not even my sister can possibly imagine. So, they got me a room for myself, in a way no one, not even my twin, would learn about my situation.

Scarlet was so out of it, that she didn't even notice when I sat down next to her, so, I stole the left ear pod from her ear and put on mine, only to find Ava Max's Belladonna playing. "What is wrong with you?" She growled when she snapped out of it with my action.

"Belladonna is good, but her best song is her feat with Witt Lowry titled Into Your Arms, though her singles Kings & Queens and Cold as Ice are also pretty good," I told her as I held the ear pod out of her reach when she tried to take it back.

"Pretty mature of you," she groaned. "Give it back."

"I don't feel like it. I want to hear the song too, and there're two ear pods."

"'cause I have two ears," Scarlet said matter-of-factly.

"Really? I thought I was the only one," I grinned and suddenly the song changed to a sped up remix of The Hills by The Weeknd with Where Have You Been by Rihanna. "Now, this one is good. Who could have thought you would have such a good taste in music," let's pretended I didn't hack all of the playlists she has on Spotify. "I'm stunned."

"Go to hell, but give me my ear pod back before you leave, Pride-Niklaus. And for your information, I have a good taste in everything," Scarlet glared at me.

Ah, I love when she glares at me aggressively like this, even if it makes me want to do things I can't do yet. Key word: yet. "Really? What's your favorite blood type then?" My question caught her off guard. "You are a vampire, no? You drink blood. So, what's your favorite blood type?"

"How would you even be able to judge if I have a good taste on that, when you wouldn't be able to tell, since you don't drink blood," she arch a beautiful but scrutinizing eye brow at me.

"That's not answer!"

She glared at me and I glared at her back. Purple thunders crashing with a golden sun. "What? We've known each other since you were 8 and I was 7, and you don't know such a basic info on me? Tsk. What a half-arse nemesis I have," she used my words from earlier against me, tauntingly.

Of course I know which blood she drinks, but I want to hear it from her. "What? You can't even answer such a simple question? Tsk. Aren't you top 1?"

Scarlet narrowed her eyes, "AB+. The blood I drink is AB+."

And she is allergic to O-, A-, and B-. "Oh? Good taste indeed."

"How would you know that?" She scoffed.

"Because I am a AB+ blood type," I licked my lips, tilting my head softly. "And I consider my blood type the best," and for a quick second her eyes fell to my neck temptingly and I saw the glimpse of red on them again for the second time, but she averter her gaze and brought the straw of her bottle to her lips, taking a sip from it. "Is that blood?"

It took her some time to answer, "I am also half dragon, Pride-Niklaus. I do not live of blood. I can drink and eat other stuff just fine."

"I know that. If you were a pure vampire I would have already killed you, but your lips are slightly red, that's why I asked," and I can smell blood on her.

"It's my cocktail of AB+ blood, strawberry, vodka, lemonade, and two spoonful of milk jam to sweeten it," she spoke after drinking a bit more and my eyes watched as she licked a bit of the cocktail from her full lips. "Normal vamps can't drink this as they can't digest fruits, but I'm not like them and compared to just drinking the blood bags of Sky-Eden's blood bank, drinking shakes and cocktails like these are a better option for drakyres. At least it's like this for me and the boys. Either this or," she touched her neck.

"Drinking warm blood from a living source?" I spoke her unsaid words.

"Yes," it was all she said before drinking a bit more and taking her crimson red iPad with a golden crescent moon on the silicone case. Then she opened it with facial recognition and changed the song to Who's Afraid of Little Old Me? by Taylor Swift, before opening the archive of advanced chemistry in the Academy's app that contain all the academical books we need.

She didn't ask for the ear pod back, probably because she's avoiding the whole talking thing, so I did the same, unlocking my black iPad and opening the academy student app. We are here to study after all. At least while we are in class.

Besides, professor Kristo Gjebrea is an eccentric nine-tailed black fox, who despises both me and Scarlet because to him we're condescending arrogant troublemakers who thinks we are better than everyone else─ which is low key true, ─and who always looks for ways to make stuff difficult for us.