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Never once in the vast number of years I'd known Daemon had he ever called me 'beautiful'. Correction: Not even once had I ever heard Daemon call anyone other than his mom and an apple custard pie 'beautiful'.
In my case, he'd always called me 'cute', 'adorable' or a once in a blue moon 'pretty'.
Beautiful in its on right was a word that far exceeded the definition of 'pretty' or 'hot'. When you call someone 'pretty', you are referring to their looks and that it was passably better than average. When you call someone 'hot', you're dwelling on their external features, but when you called someone 'beautiful' it usually delves into both the exterior and the interior of the person, both inside and out. Or at least, that is what I believe.
And Daemon didn't just call me 'beautiful'. He called me and I quote, 'irresistibly beautiful'. So you could understand why I was pacing my room twenty minutes after the encounter in the Matthews' house.
I wasn't even ready and I knew that Jenny and Jesse would be outside soon. Like ten minutes soon.
What in the world caused Daemon to say what he did? Was he on drugs? Delusional maybe? Or did he watch one too many soap operas and was afraid of losing me, so he threw the beautiful card?
I knew even as I thought it that the last one was never gonna happen, on the account that all Daemon ever watched was ESPN or any sport-related channel.
Did he by any chance lik-
Get your mind out of your daydreams, Marie!!!
Great now I was talking like Jerk Jesse!
As soon as I thought the last thought, my phone exploded with a specific ringtone I'd customized for the devil himself.
I looked at my watch. They must've been downstairs.
"Where are you candy canes?" His voice nearly blew off my ears as soon as I answered the phone.
"Still in my room," I replied.
"What are you waiting for? Christmas?" He asked, before chuckling.
"Very funny Archer!" I said drily. "I'm running late. Go on ahead. I can find my own way to school."
"How? On Santa's sleigh?"
"How original, jackass!" I hung up, not wanting to deal with him right now.
I heard their silver BMW pull out of their driveway and sped down the streets.
My phone dinged, alerting me to a text.
Need a ride?
My eyes widened at Daemon's text.
How did he know I needed one?
I looked out my window, sighing in relief when I noticed his Jaguar not parked anywhere nearby.
I did not need to see him right now. Heck, I didn't wanna see either of them right now.
I rushed to the bathroom, and took the fastest shower ever in my life before putting on the first thing I got my hands on, a pair of black leggings and a crop top.
Then I grabbed my purse, phone and school bag before rushing out of the door, bidding a hasty bye to the parents.
Good work, Santana!
I patted myself on the back on a work well done as I chanced a look down the street again for a black Jaguar.
It would take twenty minutes if I ran to get to school. I immediately regretted the pumps I'd slipped on in my rush. Running was not going to be taking place in these shoes!
Not good Santana!
Home room would be starting in exactly thirty four minutes and if I walked faster than a normal paced walk yet slower than a run I could make it in thirty two and a half minutes. But that would be only if I didn't stop for a breather.
Fifteen minutes in I was sweaty, ankles killing me and exhausted.
My normal daily workout would be the hiking up and down the stairs leading to and from the science labs. It wouldn't include the bike ride and hike to school I was having today.
This was killing me. All the muscles I'd hardly used were screaming out in pain.
Something rumbled from behind me. It sounded like a fast car.
Shit! I concluded.
I could hear the car slow down beside me and stop.
Turning around slowly, I expected to see a black Jaguar.
But instead a silver BMW stared back at me, with a furious looking Jesse glaring at me.
He nodded for me to get in. I looked back at him and glared.
Get. In. He mouthed the words slowly.
No. I mouthed back.
Get. In. Mistletoe.
No.
Get. In. Or. The. Jig's. Up.
That made me rushing towards the car. I tried to open the door but it was locked. From the inside.
Open. Up. I glared at him.
Say. Please. Marie.
Screw. You.
That's. Your. Job. He smirked devilishly at me as he arched a brow.
Jerk!
I didn't have time for this. Thanks to him I'd lost two minutes and had only under twelve minutes to get to school. I started to power walk.
A car honked from behind me.
"Get in Marie. We're running late," Jesse said beside me as his car moved beside me.
"Thanks to you and your shenanigans." I briefly glared at him before continuing on.
"Okay, sorry. Now get in or Jenny will kill me!"
"I'd like to see that," I smirked at him.
"Get. In. Jinglehead!"
I eyed my watch. I was running late anyway, so I pulled open the door and got in, settling comfortably into the leather seats, my weathered muscles sagging in relief.
"You're stinking up my custom made leather Marie!"
I glared at him. "You're such an egghead Jesse!"
"An egghead? What about this deliciously handsome face resembles an omelet?"
"Oh shut it!" I looked out the window.
"There's some deodorants and whatever hygienic swabs in the bag in the backseat. It's for.... Jenny. Have at it and stop damaging my car seat!"
I frowned at his jerkish antics before digging into the bag and using it. I didn't wanna smell like a homeless troll while walking the hallways.
I was surprised at the contents of the bag.It was all brands a guy would buy when he didn't know what to buy for girls. I found it weird that Jenny would use this brands. Maybe New Yorkers used them.
After I used them, and made myself smell a tinsy better, I stuck a tongue out at Jesse childishly.
He actually burst out laughing.
"You know, you seem less a jerk for letting me use Jenny's stuff," I said.
He stopped laughing. "It was Jenny's. Besides, I can't have a girlfriend who smells like dog vomit. It's too unbelievable and doesn't sell our fake relationship."
"Scratch what I said. You are a spoilt asshole, Archer!"
How can he look good and handsome like a modern day Prince Charming but as soon as he opens his yap is a fire-breathing dragon?
"Glad you know it Marie!" He turned back to the road, his face as neutral as a heartless jerk.
Maybe he was a heartless jerk!
* * *
"That twin of mine is an asshole!" Jenny exclaims as we sit down for lunch.
"What? Why?" I asked, curiously. I enjoyed the topic of the conversation, Jesse plus asshole being in the same sentence.
"He said that he didn't wanna carpool with you," she replied.
"But-"
"And he didn't even bother to let you know we were leaving."
I told him to leave without me. Why hadn't he told Jenny that?
"I mean," she added, "how does he expect to keep your relationship together if he's being that much of a jerk, right? I'm so sorry Santana!"
"I can explain-" she cuts me off as she raises a hand.
"Plus when we reached school, he told me to get off cause he had to rush somewhere else. He seemed to be in a hurry!"
"He picked me up," I replied.
"Yeah, after ditching you in the first place."
"Before I forget, I borrowed some of your perfume," I informed. "I'm sorry."
"Which ones? Chanel? Ralph Lauren? Gucci?" She asked.
"Uhmmm... No," I went over the memory of the bottles I'd used in the car. "The one's in Jesse's car."
"Oh, I don't remember leaving any there. What brand?"
I repeated the ones I could remember.
She chuckled. "Sweetie. Those aren't mine. I'd never use those. I'd get skin rash," she smiled at me, as if I must've been dreaming them up.
She didn't use those? She's allergic? Then whose were those? And why did Jesse lie about them belonging to Jenny when he should've known she was allergic?
Did he buy them for me? I smiled involuntarily at the thought.
Maybe my fake boyfriend wasn't such a heartless jerk after all.