Chapter Fifty-Six
Fiona’s Point of View:
“Finally,” Eleanor had said, relieved that we managed to get in early.
We were in our seats at exactly 7:36. While waiting for the show to start, James and Eleanor were arguing about who was smarter and would not get caught if they had decided not to buy tickets and sneak in.
Sometimes, it’s like these two forget that I am nearby. James was Eleanor’s new boyfriend and had been so helpful with the achievement of our plans.
I love how they are with each other; they could not talk to each other for some minutes and look like bad enemies to each other, and the next minute, they could pass for Jane Austen’s Mr. Darcy and Elisabeth Bennett.
I must say, I envy it sometimes, the Jane Austen’s side, not the MGM’s Tom and Jerry side.
“Who do you think it is?” Eleanor asked me back at that moment. I was lost for a minute there, lost in my thoughts.
“Think about what?”
“See James, I told you Fiona is not her usual self.”
“Come on guys, I was just thinking. We all think about things, right? I am better than my usual self today. I would not be with you guys here if I weren’t.”
“Fiona dear, you know we are your best friends, and you could tell us anything. We might help, you never know,” Eleanor had added with a look so innocent I was tempted to tell them.
“I am fine guys. We should focus on why we are here and see how the show’s about to start. James, do not give me that look, I am not one of your many admirers.”
At this point, I was looking for a diversion, to do the magic.
My mom, I was sure, knew something but was not ready to tell me about it just yet. I wonder why.
I believe I am of age to at least have some explanation for things like this. In her defense, I think she’s just scared that I am too young to worry about such matters.
Truth is, I have managed myself well with the nightmares, and I am very sure I can handle whatever it was she kept from me. She was not the one having to deal with all the issues I was being burdened with.
“Don’t tell me it’s about that big ‘muscled’ guy we saw out there,” Eleanor added.
“What!? No, I do not even know the guy. But he looks great…”
“Un-huh girl, see you like him already,” Eleanor interjected again.
“Looks like Fiona is about to get a boyfriend,” James said, giving me the wink, that dirty wink.
“No one is getting a boyfriend today; we are only here to enjoy this and go home. You two seem to always collaborate against me, as you don’t like me. Not another word from either of you,” I warned her, seeing Eleanor was about to say something.
Just when I thought I could watch the show in peace, some guy sat beside me. Turning to see who it was, I met a pair of beautiful eyes.
I said beautiful because he had the type of eyes that would make a strong lady go weak in the knees. His eyes were like if Rihanna and Brad Pitt had decided to have a son and Angelina Jolie was his grandma.
He seemed to take notice of the stare and looked like he enjoyed it. It was the guy from outside, that same guy!
“Are you lost?” he asked, giving me a flirtatious look. God, he looked more handsome when he did that. Not like I was interested anyway.
The question had brought me back to reality, how very prideful of him to ask me that.
I did not like guys like this, who thought they were the prize and could get any lady they wanted him.
“Excuse you…” I had opened my mouth to explode when the concert started. He was a very lucky guy who was about the monsters in my mouth.
I was an angel but a monster when provoked. Something struck me. I had never been this provoked. I had looked at my inky hands to see them fisted, and he saw it too.
“An angry one too,” he added.
I decided to ignore him for the rest of the show and just concentrate, but it was hard to do.
Anytime I turned to glance at him, I would meet his bold stare and immediately pretend I was not just trying to look at him. This continued until the show ended.
“What did you think of the show?” Eleanor asked.
“I did not think you saw it but our friend here was too distracted to even watch. I am sure she has no answer for you,” James had answered, smiling evilly and looking in the direction of the strange guy.
This guy would not take his eyes off me and looked like he could eat me any minute. His stare affected me so much that I feared he might want to harm me.
I decided to stay in my thoughts and ignore Eleanor and James because I did not have the strength to argue about little things like that. Besides, I had to hurry home before Alex became worried.
He always told me to never stay home late, and Uncle Victor had to convince him to let me go.
“You did not tell me your name, butterfly.”
You know who it is, no one other than the guy from the show.
“Seems you already got one for me, dumbo. How about we just stick to it?” I don’t know why, but he is aggravating and vexing me.
I wish I could just hit him in the belly or something to show my utmost distaste for him.
“You could just hit me, you know,” he said again, this time leaving me speechless.
Was this guy some kind of magician? Does he read or hear thoughts? How could he know what I so much wanted to do for him?
“How did you know that?” I asked, still angry and curious as well.
“Psychology, butterfly. I have studied women for years,” he added with a grin.
There he goes again, with that face and pride. Now, she wanted to hit him, and he did it with so much joy that he enjoyed vexing her.
“Do not ever call me that again and…”
“Babe, it is time to go home.”
That was my savior, James. It was kind of a defense mechanism we had developed over the years for me and Amber.
Whenever we were in a difficult situation, he would come in and wrap his arms around our waist to pretend to be lovers.
As much as I hated the idea in the first place, situations like this made me love the idea, and thank God for James.
I had gotten home to find Alex in the sitting room pacing up and down and looking worried.
“Alex?”
“Christ Fiona! I have told you to always keep your phone close when you are not home. I was about to go to the venue myself to see if anything had happened to you.”
I went over and held him in a tight hug, saying,
“I am so sorry; I did not know when you called. It must have been from all the noise on the ride back home, but I am here now.”
Only then did I feel his heartbeat returning to normal. He was always like this, hypersensitive when I did not pick up my calls or when he could not reach me.