My Ice Prince
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– Who said I was hot? Why would you be? – I said mockingly, too, and then frowned. – Let go of the door and leave. You're not welcome here.
– Don't you think you're a little jumpy? – The vampire asked, still smiling cheekily.
– It's probably because I hit my head on the pavement when some idiot hit me today! – I retorted. – And by the way, that idiot is in front of me right now! So get out! – I tried to close the door again, but the insolent man interrupted me again. His arrogance was pissing me off.
«No, look at the arrogance!» – I thought angrily, wanting to punch him in the arm or slam it against the door.
***
– Do you really think you're stronger than me? – I asked with interest, laughing inwardly at the girl's nervousness.
She was wearing some kind of obscure colourful men's T-shirt, jeans, and her hair slicked back, looking like an American high school cheerleader.
– I'll call the police» the girl said seriously.
Her eyes threw lightning bolts. How easily she explodes!
– Then you should go to the station: they're in a big meeting right now, and they're not likely to come just to throw me out» I teased at her.
She rolled her eyes. How theatrical, by God.
Suddenly I heard a shrill female voice in Misha 's house yell her name.
«What the hell?» – ran through my head.
– Who's that at your place? – Frowning, I asked, having no idea who could have been there with her, a vampire.
– That's none of your business! – The girl cut me off irritably.
A second later, a short-haired girl appeared behind the golden-haired hysteric's back. A mortal.
I frowned unhappily: since when did young vampires invite mortal girls to be their guests?
The vampire's guest, judging by her homemade clothes, had been staying with her for a long time. What kind of idiocy is this?
– Misha, who is it? – Asked that strange girl.
'Misha, then ,' I thought contentedly.
The young vampire stood in front of me with a face so full of anger, as if her hands were itching to choke me.
– No one. It's just this guy who came by to ask for directions to the center» Misha told her icily. – I hope you understand, mister? Good night!
– No, I think I forgot again. Could you repeat the instructions again? – I've decided to play by her rules.
She's not gonna get rid of me that easily.
At my words Misha tightly pressed her lips and pierced me with a fierce look.
– Let me explain» the girl standing behind the vampire suddenly suggested. – I was born here and have lived here all my life. Almost. So you need to…
– No, Mary, I'll do it myself, but can you fill the bathtub for me? – Misha told her insistently, then went out on the porch, closed the door right in front of Mary's nose, and now stood in front of me with no slippers and only socks.
– You should at least put on some shoes, for decency's sake» I said calmly.
– Listen, you! I don't know why you came here, or how you knew where I live, but don't you ever come here again! – She said in a quiet, shaking voice.
– Who is this girl? – I asked insistently, wanting to find out what was going on behind the door of this house.
– None of your business! – Misha snapped at me. – And anyway, I told you: don't you dare even talk to me, do you understand? Never!
– What do you know about me to talk to me like that? – I was indignant.
– You're right, I don't know anything! But my family forbade me to communicate with you, and I think they had enough reasons for that ban! I don't know what you've done, but I'm not going to talk to you!
– I wonder what you've been doing for the last two minutes. – I grinned: she was ridiculous in her hysterics. – And how old are you, if you still listen to your parents?
– None of your damn business! – Misha said again, raising her voice; I must have hit her with a question about her age: she was boiling with anger.
– All right, calm down. I don't like dealing with hysterical women» I sighed tiredly.
– You're the hysterical one!
– If you knew how to talk normally and wouldn't yell, I'd give you this» I handed Misha her envelope,
The girl looked at the envelope in surprise and incredulity, but took it, and then looked at me with such anger in her eyes that I realized: Misha realized that I was a little curious.
– You read it!
– I don't deny it» I smiled, amused by her reaction.
– How can you… I just don't have words! – The girl was indignant, shaking the envelope in my face. – What an asshole! That's it! I've had enough!
She went into the house, slammed the door behind her, and locked the lock with two clicks.
– Very mature! – I laughed softly, knowing that Misha could hear me perfectly well.
– Get out! – she replied just as quietly.
– See you later, hysterical girl» I said, getting into the car.
– Go to hell! – followed by her angered reply.
«And not so defenseless as she seems at first sight» I thought with a smile. – We'll meet again, Misha. Even though it's pointless.»
Now I was finally certain that she was very much like her sister in appearance, but at the same time she was different: real, a little naive, not yet able to find the right words and arguments: even her swear words were not offensive at all. The girl must have watched a lot of movies and taken all the swear words from them.