“Hey, have you seen Dainy.” I am standing in front of Dainy’s house. I was in the middle of practice when I saw her and Sabastian having it out. Not sure what the hell was going on. I wanted to run and go to her but I couldn’t.
The game was in less than a week and coach was getting aggravated with our newbie, Curt Dawson. The guy was a 9th grader that just moved to Liston Hills. His parents were known internationally for their generous contribution to the world’s aids organization a few years back. Rumours in the tabloids hinted the family had tight connections with the USA’S most notorious crime family, the Sanati’s.
Why they decided to move here was something I wanted to know. It was only after practice did I decide to forgo my shower and rush to Dainy’s house.
Now I am standing by the door, looking at Aiden, his hair is ruffled and his face is pulled into an ugly scowl.
“She’s at the cabin, with Sabastian, I suggest you give them space. They need to talk.”
I frown as my gut clenches, knowing that it is my insecurity. Doubt has an ugly side, especially when it is directed to my friend, and my girl.
“Does she love him?” Not sure why the words leave my mouth, why I even bother asking her brother.
“Yes, she has loved him for years, but I know Dainy has loved you for longer, he was the one in the background. While you chased panties Sabastian has been playing for keeps with my sister. And frankly, I am glad it isn’t an Orniel who she’ll choose.” He slams the door in my face and for once I don’t lose my fucking shit.
Sabastian’s words ring in my head, “She is mine.” He said it that night on the roof top of his house. The day Sabastian finally came clean about his feelings for Dainy, and it was true when he said that I knew deep down she was his. I just chose to ignore what I already knew because the truth was something that didn’t work in my favour.
Dainy does love me, but I know she loves Sabastian too. The question is what to do about that. I won’t just give up, I am an Orniel. I get what I want and I want Dainy Hallow to be mine. She is mine dammit.
I am not just going to give my girl up, not without a fight and maybe even then. I get to my car and jump in. I need to clear my head and think, before I do something stupid, like going to the Cabin and finishing what I started with Sabastian.
“FUCK.” I slam my hand on the steering wheel as I speed down the road at an insanely high speed. I head straight toward town. The night is clear, a contrast to the state of my mind.