(6 Jan 2019)
CURRENTLY NOT ACCEPTING TRADES.
It was not a pleasant idea but, it was the best way to get out of the school unnoticed. As a matter of fact, it was the only way to get out of school, noticed or unnoticed.
So, Alice did just that - Stealthily slipped onto the cemented parking lot. As she started making her way towards the other side, an angry, husky voice called out to her.
She muttered a soft curse and pretended to not hear the voice. Futile.
Damien came up from behind her and grabbed her hand, dragging her 60 centimeters to where his car was parked.
A groan escaped Alice's lips as pain shot through her wrist. She groaned louder when she realised her attempts to escape from 'The (handsome)Beast' was futile and a total waste of her efforts.
"You never listen do you?" He grunted as he jerked the door to the passenger's seat open.
Alice involuntarily shook her head. Bad move.
He towered over her, and waited for her to get in. When she did get in, he jogged over to the driver's seat and slid in gracefully. Jerking the gear into place, he moved out of the small compound and drove home in silence.
Damien had no idea why he became so grim all of a sudden. His mood suddenly shifted as soon as he received a text message from his girlfriend that morning.
What was worst was that it contained 4 pathetic words, 18 disgusting letters. It all, however summed up to only one thing: 'I wanna break up'.
It was as embarassing as it had been pathetic. Somehow though, he was not as disturbed as he thought he would be. It was more of his ego than of his heart. His girlfriend had broke up with him first; which would definitely plummet his reputation into the dirt.
Then, another confusing thing happened, he thought of Alice. That made him more frustrated.
Alice sucked her front teeth in discontentment. She folded her hands grumpily and slumped herself onto Damien's sofa. Apparently, he had brought them to his house and would not let Alice go home just yet.
Why was he torturing her like this?
Damien handed her a can of coca-cola but she would not have any of it. Alice stuck out her chin stubbornly.
With a nonchalant shrug, he jumped onto the sofa next to her, sending her flying a few centimeters up.
"Why'd you bring me here?" Alice asked, disgruntled.
"I needed your company."
"Oh, that's rich," She huffed sarcastically.
"I broke up with my girlfriend."
Her heart skipped a beat at the sudden news. Why was he telling her? What can she do? Why was he doing this to her?
"Oh..." She managed.
"About that proposal yesterday. How 'bout eloping now?" He joked and smiled sheepishly.
That was the final straw. The mixture of feelings overwhelmed her but, only one was clearer than the rest: Anger.
"Will you stop it Damien?! Why do you keep saying things like that?!" She exclaimed and faced him, her breathing coming out short.
"Wha-" Damien looked at the ball of fury in confusion.
Alice stood up.
"I don't get you Damien! How do you get off saying and doing things like... like that to me?! I don't understand you! In fact, I don-don't even understand myself!" Her voice cracked as tears threatened to flow out.
"What's wrong with you Al?" Damien asked, incredulous.
"Thruthfully? You! I don't get it! Everytime you find a girlfriend or break up with a girlfriend, you tell me the news. Why?! What makes you think I even want to know? And then, you tease me and make a joke out of me! Why?!"
"Do you know how hurtful it gets sometimes? Do you?! Of course you don't! Cause you don't feel the same way I do!"
"And what are those feelings of yours?!" He retorted back, standing up.
Instinctively, Alice took a step back, but did not falter.
"Of course! You're too thick headed to know that I love you! I've always loved you since. Oh, god knows when!"
Alice saw the distinct change of Damien's expression - from shock to disbelief and then to something else that she could not comprehend. She hoped that it was not disgust. Still, she did not want to regret her outburst. She needed to clear this out with the idiot standing in front of her. The idiot whom she loves.
"And you know what's wierder?!" She started again, tears brimming, begging to escape. "I hate that I lo-"
Damien was not about to let her finish. The urge to kiss her was so overwhelming, he grabbed her narrow shoulders and planted his mouth firmly onto hers.
When he heard her confession - if that even qualifies as one - he felt so shocked at first, and then elation took over. She loved him!
Alice was frozen his arms but, a distinct quiver shook through her petite body when he licked her lower lip impulsively. Oh, how much he wanted this. He wanted her.
He had dreamt of kissing her full lips a few times but, he did have the guts to admit even to himself. Finally though, finally, his dream came true.
Another quiver and Alice parted her lips slightly, giving him the advantage to slid his tongue through her warm, moist mouth. It felt heavenly.
He separated his mouth from hers but, his hands were still tight around her shoulders.
"-ve you so..." She whispered.
A cute frown plastered on her forehead as she stared at his mouth.
What in the world had just happen? Alice pondered as she continued staring at Damien's full mouth.
She felt... blank.
"I don't know either, Al..." Damien whispered as if reading her thoughts. "When you confessed, I felt so happy, I wanted to kiss you..."
Alarmed, her eyes flickered to his eyes and saw confusion.
"What does that mean?" She tried, her voice husky.
"Maybe... I don't know… I love you too?"
Both of them stared at each other, both taken aback by his sudden relevation...
The next thing they knew, they were all over each other again.
The two girls stared at her. Madeline’s convertible stood in front of Damien and Alice.
“No. No way woman! He’s not coming with us,” Madeline said.
“Yeah. He’s a jerk!” Sarah added.
“Hey! I’m here you know!” Damien pouted.
“So? Someone needs to put you in your place,” Madeline said.
“And you need to stop acting like an ass in front of Alice,” Sarah added.
“You girls are mean. I didn’t do anything to her,” Damien pouted.
“Sure!” Madeline said sarcastically.
“Can you hear the heavy sarcasm in her voice Damien? Because that’s exactly how ironic your sentence just sounded,” Sarah added.
“You girls ar-”
“Alright! Enough!” Alice interrupted. “It’s hot and I’m cranky because someone woke me up pretty early today and you guys are making my headache worse with your little quarrels!” she paused. “Damien, in the car! Madeline, drive! Sarah, just… stop!”
She huffed in frustration as she and Damien got into Madeline’s convertible.
These two girls were her best friend since they were in kindergarten. They knew about her crushes, including Damien. However, they also knew the how evil he could get. Many times, they tried to point out all the bad points about Damien, including the fact that he was a natural heartbreaker, but, love can be a very complicated thing.
“Fine! Well… Where’re we going?” Sarah turned towards Alice at the back seat.
It was her turn to decide this week, and frankly, she did not know where to go.
“Well, since Damien is here… Let’s try to not go shopping,” Alice stated.
“No! Since Damien is here, let’s go shopping. We need someone to bring our bags for us,” Madeline pointed out, her intent apparent in the way she stared daggers at a grinning Damien.
“Fine by me…” he shrugged nonchalantly.
“Good! Because most of the guys we invited could not even stand half a day without complaining about us!” she continued as she started up the car and drove out of the neighbourhood.
“She hates me doesn’t she?” Damien whispered into Alice’s ears.
She felt a shiver run through her spine.
“Nah… It’s just a girl thing…” She reassured him.
He gave her a sceptical look and tried again. “She hates me doesn’t she?”
“Yup,” Alice said without hesitation this time.
For the rest of the day, they shopped and shopped and shopped. Surprisingly, Damien did not complain and even took the liberty to treat them to lunch.
Alice grunted as she wove her way through the school's corridor. She hated Mondays. They were such a drag. She fumbled with her locker's code when a pair of hands suddenly appeared at either side of her head, disabling her from opening her locker door.
She instantly recognised the owner of those hands. With a resigned sigh, she turned - slowly and deliberately - to the culprit. With a fake smile, she looked up - way up - at him.
"What do you want now?" She asked, irritation edging in her voice.
"I'm picking you up today. After school."
She stared up into his eyes and saw, darkness and grim. After a moment's hesitation, he moved away from her and walked down the corridor, towards his class.
There was definitely something going on... She wished she could read minds.
With a resigned sigh, Alice jerked her locker open, took out the important books and headed towards her class.
Being a heavy thinker can be quite disturbing.
Wait for part THREE. (: