ROSE I hit a bed of sand. “Ooph!” Fuck, it hurts! I curled into my usual foetal form to ingest the pain as a mesh of vicious grunting and growling rumbled not far from where I am. Rum! They’re ganging up on him! Worried sick, I pushed myself up, wincing in pain, and searched frantically for the giant, black wolf. Then I saw him fighting off the grey wolf—he jumped from the swings to the see-saw and then swiped his claws at the back of the grey fur animal, who then backed away in pain. The dark brown wolf appeared out of nowhere and jumped onto Rum—. “Rum, look out!” I screamed in worry. And Rum shook her off in one violent swing, then threw his hind legs at the attacker and shoved her hard at the steel pole of the swings, and she grunted in pain. But before Rum recovered, the grey wolf pounced on to him once more. “Look at what we have here?” I turned to the voice and gasped in horror. Niro was moving towards me, his yellow eyes boring through my face as the ugly
ROSE In three strides of his long, athletic legs, the superstar arrived in front of me and glowered like I was his mortal enemy. “And what’s up with you? Why are you letting all these idiots flirt with you?” I returned him an even glare. You’re the idiot! I didn’t ask them to flirt with me. Why don’t you reflect on the standards of beauty of your kind? They seemed to have a strange taste in women—I’m the plainest and the most boring chick in B.A.D.! Bell put her arm around me and pulled me close. I was caught in surprise that I didn’t know how to react when she whined, “That’s so rude of you, Rummy. Sharing is caring, isn’t it?” I giggled carelessly, forgetting all about Bell. Rummy?! That’s hilarious! Oh my god, wait till Joy hears this; she’s gonna start calling him Rummy too! Then, Rum pulled me to his back and barked, “Stop staring at her! Leave!” “Alright, alright, I’m going.” She tilted her body like the second hand of a clock to send me a flying kiss. “It was a love
ROSE The Men’s Room? That self-centred jerk! There's no limit to his superstar craziness! I stared at the text message, feeling conflicted. Should I text or call him back, to see what he wants? Would that upset him? He did ask me to come. In the end, my stubbornness to keep my promise won me over. I arrived outside the male toilet and whispered as loud as I could, without catching any attention, “RUM!” “Jesus Christ, I should've gotten an assistant with longer legs…you move ten times slower than an average human—," he grumbled and then growled, "Just get in here!” “But it’s the male toilet!” “There’s no one here. And no one is coming our way. So come on!” he urged, sounding dead urgent. So I ran in and asked in a lowered voice, “Where are you—?” The door flew open and his hand stuck out to wave at me. I dashed towards it and clamped my mouth to stop a scream of shock: Christy was sitting on the toilet, unconscious. Rum tugged me in and locked the door. “What happen
ROSE Rum whispered back, “This isn't some Power Rangers or X-Men shit… it’s just the way we are. Some people can count twice as fast while others have an eye for details. That sort of thing. It’s a biological difference. We do not have special powers.” “Okay. Let me rephrase: what other abilities do you have?” The sheer curiosity was burning my head. Rum sighed and muttered, “Goddamn it, Rose. We just had a close call. And I’m still feeling traumatised by it. Can we not talk about this right now?” His head was resting on the headrest and his eyes were closed. I pouted. It was his messy relationships with women that nearly exposed his wolf! Why is he the victim? If he had stuck with one woman—Oh! No, no, no… he can’t! He’s an international celebrity; the love of millions and millions of people. Having a girlfriend would mean the end of his career! Then, he would have to go home! I don't want him to go home! I want him to stay! I need him to stay. A few seconds of silence l
ROSE It was then I felt the slight tremble of chill in Rum’s body. I knew what it was… I was trembling the same way as I followed my homeroom teacher to the headmaster’s office for the first time; I was caught in possession of a cigarette stick and a lighter, both of which I was muling for one of my bullies back in high school. Rum was right. A hug was all we needed to get through this. And I would gladly let him have it now. Without thinking, I rubbed his back in the same comforting way as dad did when I was frightened by a ferocious dog that tried to take my snack. “You did well, Rum,” I whispered and felt his arms tighten some more around me, nearly flattening my lungs. ****** “Yes, Rum had a migraine attack. So he rushed out to get some fresh air. We’ll be heading back in—.” I looked up and Rum was holding up five fingers. So I said, “In five. Yes, Peggy. I’ll tell him. Yes, he looks much better now. Alright, see you in a bit.” I ended the call and turned to the su
ROSE After the meeting to discuss the female lead for his new role in a TV show, Rum had another recording session before he called it a day. When we were finally back in the van returning to his penthouse, it was already two in the morning. He yawned and stretched the stiffness in his back muscles as he whispered, “If those bozos ever take you away like Magnus did today, you shout for me. Immediately.” “Because you can hear it!” “Yes. And it’s faster.” He slumped back into his seat and yawned once more. “Damn, I need to hit the gym tomorrow. My muscles are turning to flabs.” I stared at him, appalled. Yeah, right. When he hugged me, all I felt were strong, firm muscles. Anxiety hit me. He was lamenting as though he'd still be here tomorrow. But what if he won't be around tomorrow? What if this time he failed and Magnus took him home? He glanced at me and exhaled wearily, “What’s with that face?” Looking ahead, he solemnly said, “No one’s taking me away.” My nose gre
ROSE Rum caught himself before he turned away from the unwanted visitor to shoot a warning look at me. "Shut up, Rose," he reminded me in a low voice. "NO. I WON'T." I glared at the greyish white werewolf. Pushing myself forward to make my point, I continued chiding the wolf that was supposed to be the wiser one. "Like Rum said, you're not his father. So unless Rum's father personally told you so, you have no right to say what you said. Do you know how hurtful that is? You’re talking about Rum’s father!" Rum jumped onto the counter and barked at me, "Shut the hell up!" And he swivelled his focus back at the greyish-white wolf. I don’t care about Rum’s warning. I want this werewolf to apologise to Rum! Anyone can tell that Rum loves and respects his father a lot. I won't sit by and watch another person use that to hurt him. What’s wrong with choosing your own way of living? It’s your life, isn’t it? You have the right to make a choice, even if it’s not a popular one! "NO! I wo
ROSE “That’s fucking racist,” Rum breathed. “Of course, we go to school! Seriously. We are decent beings. We have our lives too, you know.” I felt his eyes roll heavenward at my ignorance. I tried to pull back, wanting to apologise to him, but he tightened his hold to keep me in his arms. So I whispered in his ear, “Sorry.” “Don’t do that.” “Do what?” “Talk into my ear.” “Why?” “Jesus Christ…,” he grumbled. “My ears are sensitive, that’s why! A-And… you’ll ruin my hearing!” Oh shit! I wouldn’t want to ruin his songs for the other fans! I hastily flipped my cheek, so I’m facing the elevator, and apologised profusely. “Anyway, yes, we do go to school. And we take classes. Not the subjects you humans take.” My interest was piqued again. I asked eagerly, “What kind of subjects?” “Hmm… there’s history, language, practical studies—.” “Practical studies?” “Here, you call them Math and Science. You learn them separately. Back home, we learn them together as one class.”