Upon Your Fears.

Meeting her was a whole new feeling. Meeting her was upon his fears.

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8. Eight

Thalassa's P.O.V.

I woke up, sweating. I quickly looked at my arm, no scar. It's impossible, I couldn't possibly have dreamt about him? I wasn't exactly the type of girl to fantasize over the bad boy in school, especially since I'm out of school. 

This was anything but my life. My brother was fifteen years old, and his name was Sam, I guess I stayed up too late reading mythology books. My name is Thalassa though, one chance I didn't mess that up. 

"Thali, honey, pick your brother up from school, will you?" My mother called from downstairs. 

That was quite a deep dream, I wasn't exactly confident. If men intruded my house, I would let them, sadly. I was deep in thought that I didn't realize I was already in the car. I snapped out of my thoughts, starting the engine. 

I pulled into school, seeing my brother exit the building. I knew he was getting bullied a lot, he just wasn't into the stuff popular kids do nowadays, and to me, it was more than perfect. He had a future ahead, at least. 

He pushed the glasses to the bridge of his nose, shyly walking towards the car. Next thing I knew, a football flew in the passenger window, breaking it into tiny pieces. I gasped, leaning back as I shut my eyes tightly, trying to hide my face from receiving any piece of glass. Sadly, one cut my thigh slightly, nothing too bad though. 

I quickly walked out of the car, dusting my shirt, making glass fall off. I looked up to see him, the dumb ass from my dream, picking up the football. My brother's glasses were crushed on the floor, making me see his black eye clearly. 

I was furious, I thought I was going to outburst. I've never felt so much anger towards someone, it was a burning sensation, a one that I was ready to explode. I looked at him, my cheeks reddening furiously. 

"Are you alright, Sam?" I tried to calm down, asking him. 
"I'm fine, Thali, let's just go home." He sighed, but that didn't make it for me. "Don't embarrass me further, please." 

People were crowding around, I was going to give them a piece of my mind. Oh hell yes, this is going to hit them like a fucking blue whale running them over in a monster truck. Since when did I start cursing?

"Why?" I shouted after him, watching as he turned around, raising his eyebrows surprisingly. 
"What do you mean, why?" He smirked, such a bastard. 
"Oh, I don't know." I said sarcastically. "Just breaking a car window, annoying my brother with your shitty excuses of insults and, oh, right, your pointless life." 

The crowd made an oh sound, his eyes squinting in disapproval. It was a low blow, I do admit, but that drug dealing bastard deserved to get put into place. If he thinks he can do whatever he wants, he is damn wrong. 

"If I have such a pointless life, why don't ask your friends about it? Oh wait, you don't have any." He shot back, proud of himself. 
"So much saying from a drug dealing bastard." I raised my eyebrows. "You don't have any, either. They're in it for the weed, sorry to contradict any false ideas you have, puta."

I had a habit of speaking Spanish when I got angry, my Latina sides weren't exactly pretty, let's put it like that. Hispanic people had quite the attitude. 

"So you're calling me a slut?" He laughed dryly. 
"If you want it in other words, it would be my pleasure to call you a man whore." I shrugged turning around and pulling Sam along with me. 

The dream kept replaying in my mind, their personalities were kind of similar, though. Jerk, bastard... you know. I noticed that Sam kept quiet, and I knew I shouldn't have made such a scene, but I guess it just took over me. 

"Sam, I'm sorry-"
"Forget it, Thali." He snapped, causing me to sigh. 

The walk home was silent, heavy and quite awkward. My mother was going to freak out about the car, but I wasn't the one to blame for that. That jerk was. When we got home, sam stormed off to his room, dropping his bag at the bottom of the stairs. 

"Where's the car?" My mom raised her eyebrows. 
"A jerk threw a ball on the window, which made it broke, I caused a scene because he bullies Sam, now I walked home with him and he's mad at me." I said in one breath, a slight gasp escaping her lips. "The worst is that I had this dream with him in it-"
"You had... the dream?" She whispered creepily, making me frown. 

She ushered me to the kitchen, where she sat me down at the table. She looked rather nervous, which happened to be contagious in this situation. Everyone has dreams, no? I mean, just because a drug dealer was in it, it isn't supposed to change anything. Maybe my mental health, but apart from that...

"Love works... specially in this world." She sighed. "Quite oddly, actually." 
"Just get to the point, Ma." I rested my cheek in the palm of my hand, squishing my face in an unnatural position. 
"You don't exactly choose who you love." She mumbled, fiddling with her hands. "The girl dreams a certain dream when she reaches your age or so, and when they meet, the boy will... have the dream too." 
"What the hell?" I furrowed my eyebrows, looking at her freakishly. "Mom, stop messing with my head, seriously." 
"I wish I was kidding, honey, but I'm not." 

What the hell?

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UGH, MY BABY'S 20 ALREADY! *TEAR, TEAR, SNIFF, SNIFF*. SO, THIS IS QUITE AN UNEXPECTED TURN THAT I JUST, CAME UP WITH ;) AN UPDATE FOR JUSTIN'S BIRTHDAY, WHAT A AN AWESOME TIMING! SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING, QUITE HECTIC WITH SCHOOL, BUT I HAVE THE WEEK OFF, SO I'M GONNA TRY TO WRITE ANOTHER ONE NEXT WEEKEND! 

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