RowenaFor the first time in a while, I walked into the house without Eric. I dropped my bag by the door and kicked my shoes off—maybe a little too angrily, because my mom heard me.“Rowena? Honey, is that you?”I sighed and wandered over to the kitchen where my mom was preparing dinner. “Hey, Mom,” I said as I slid up onto one of the stools at the counter.“Hey, honey.” She stirred the pasta in the water and tapped the wooden spoon on the side of the pot. “Carbonara for dinner tonight. Your favorite.”Normally, the idea of my mom’s homemade carbonara for dinner would have gotten me excited; but I hardly had an appetite today after my fight with Eric. “Thanks,” was all I could manage.My mom shot me a surprised look. “What’s wrong?” she asked, then glanced around. “Where’s Eric? You two usually seemed attached at the hip lately.”I shrugged and rested my cheek in my hand as I idly flipped through a magazine that was sitting on the counter. “I don’t know where he is.”“Are you two figh
RowenaA pair of strong hands encircled my waist and whipped me around beneath the flashing lights. A moment later, as I came back to my senses, I found myself looking up at none other than Eric’s face.My eyes widened slightly. “Where’s Heather?” I blurted out.Eric simply shrugged and nodded over my shoulder. I followed my gaze to see Adrian and Heather dancing together, although a little stiffly. It wasn’t uncommon for warriors to switch partners during songs like this, but I hadn’t planned on it. I came here with Adrian, not with Eric.“Are you having fun dancing with Adrian?” Eric asked.I remained silent. I was still too angry to speak with Eric, and so I tried to turn to go back to Adrian—but Eric’s grip tightened on my waist, and he pulled me closer so that our hips were now touching as we moved on the dance floor.“I was having a great time, before you pulled me away,” I said in a slightly snarky tone. Although, I wasn’t so sure if I was telling the truth.If I was being hone
Rowena“You taste sweet.”I was left stunned beneath the bright flashing lights of the homecoming dance. In an instant, Eric was gone; I was alone on the dance floor after an intense kiss with…My brother?This had to be a joke. But even if it was, it was too far. The incident in my room on the couch was bad enough, but this? This was way over the line.Suddenly, I felt a hand on my arm. I spun around, breathless, to see Adrian standing there. He still looked a bit confused. “You okay?” he asked. “Your brother took you away so abruptly. Did he need to talk to you or something?”I swallowed and nodded. “Yeah, uh… We just needed to talk. I’m sorry,” I said. “I hope your dance with Heather was nice.”Adrian shrugged. “Want another drink?”“I, um…” I froze, staring down at my empty hand where the punch cup had been before but was gone now. The idea of sipping a bit more to calm my nerves was appealing, but…“I think I actually need to go home,” I blurted out.Adrian’s eyes widened. “What?
RowenaI sank down into the hard plastic chair of my little office and looked around with a sigh.How was this possible? For three weeks, I had been working my ass off in the manager’s office. For three weeks, I had been receiving top scores in my internship assessments. Hell, since I had come to this school, I had done nothing but prove my abilities and my worth.
RowenaEric’s hand felt like an electric shock as his fingers grazed across my cheek.I slapped it away. His eyebrows shot up in surprise as I wrenched my wrist out of his other hand and walked across the room.“Enough of that,” I ordered. “I’m tired of your pranks.”
Rowena“Eric, I want you to teach me how to swim.”My words came out so fast that even I was just as surprised at hearing them. Eric blinked at me as he propped himself up on one elbow.“What?” he asked with a slight chuckle. “You’re serious?”
Rowena & EricRowenaI dried myself by the poolside. In the stone fire pit on the patio, a crackling fire flickered beneath the night sky. It warmed my skin—soothing after nearly half an hour spent in the water.Eric, who was sitting in one of the chairs by the fire with his feet up and his hands clasped behind his head, smirked at me.
RowenaWith a grunt, I pushed the table up against the wall of my little closet office. I took a step back, dusting my hands off as I inspected my handiwork.“That’ll do, I guess,” I muttered. One of the janitors had let me take an unused table from one of the storage closets to serve as a makeshift exam table. It wasn’t ideal, but it would do; after all, I needed someplace to examine any patients that came in.