I walked towards the park and found my usual sitting spot which is kind of isolated from the other park area.
It is a beautiful white bench made in an artistic manner with patterns engraved in it. Beside the bench there are flower beds that spread through the whole park surrounding the walking paths. I wonder why no one sits at this bench. When I started sitting here I remember people gave me curious and scared stares which I didn't understand.
Maybe this bench is haunted!
I laughed at the thought. This isn't possible. And if there is really something here I would love to meet it. I always wanted to meet a fairy or some kind of supernatural creature except evil spirits.
I took off my slippers and was walking on the grass barefooted beside the flower beds when I felt something sharp piercing my foot. I let out a surprised cry and sat down on the grass examining my foot.
It was a sharp thorn penetrated in my skin which was looking blood red now with hues of purple and blue. Maybe walking barefoot was a bad idea. But I never learn my lesson.
I was sitting there gathering the courage to pull it out when I heard a deep voice behind me which sent chills down my spine.
"I can help," the voice said.
I turned my head to look at the person who spoke but as soon my eyes landed on him my breath got caught up in my throat.
Standing there was Mr Xavier Millers in all of his glory. He looked like he came straight out of bed, his hairs tousled and his familiar icy blue eyes looked slightly swollen. I noticed his face gave off a disappointed expression as soon as he saw me.
Maybe he was expecting someone else!
Huhh he can expect Donald trump for all I care.
I rolled my eyes at him but my heart was beating wildly in my chest. This was the first time he spoke to me. I didn't remember anything Alex said at that time. All I could hear was my heartbeat, him sitting beside me and noise of birds chirping.
"No thanks I can handle myself." I managed to say. I was aware of the fact that he sat beside me ignoring what I said.
"Let me see," he said.
He sounded so close. I dared turning my head and instantly regretted it. He was so close. With the close proximity I noticed fading scars and bruises on his face. I wondered how he got those. But everything zoomed out as soon as I saw him in the eye. They were shining compared to the dimly lit surroundings.
His eyes are beautiful!
I didn't feel the need to correct myself because it was true.
He was doing the exact same thing. I felt like he was searching for something in my eyes. Regaining my senses I blinked and quickly looked away moving a little away from him.
"I told you I..." my words were left unsaid when he grasped my arm pulling me close.
A little more closer than needed...
His cologne filled my nostrils. He smelled like a fading perfume on clothes.
A perfume I can get addicted to...
"Hey! What the hell? Let go of my arm." I exclaimed, wiggling in his grip. He looked at me, his face inches from mine. My body was inclined towards him due to him pulling me towards him.
His expressions were furious, showing that he didn't like people opposing or disobeying him. All the things I have heard about him seemed true at that time and I felt scared remembering what he did with Alex.
"Stop moving," he said while I was trying to retreat my arm back from his grip, his eyes softening at me. He surrounded his arm from which he was gripping my arm around me to stop me from moving and pulled out the thorn with his other hand.
I gasped and he immediately pressed his thumb on the wound from where blood started to come out. My back was pressed against his chest, his arm still holding me. I wanted to push him away but I couldn't.
Suddenly he retrieved his arm back standing up and wiped his bloody thumb on his shirt. I felt cold hitting my body without his body surrounding mine.
I was suddenly confused by his behavior. At first he was warm trying to help me without me wanting it and now suddenly cold again. But I was more confused by myself. I should be mad at him but instead I called his name when he turned to leave.
"Xavier,"
Stupid stupid stupid me!
He turned back with a questioning look on his face. The hard stoic Xavier was back. It almost felt like a dream when I saw his eyes softening at me.
"Thank you," I said, being honest. Despite the fact that he did this without my will but I was secretly hoping that someone would pull it out for me.
He looked like he was making up an answer.
"Do you have a ride home?" he asked, ignoring my thank you.
And then I remembered that I don't have one. I didn't need a ride before but now it was difficult for me to walk back home with my foot wounded which started hurting and itching.
"Actually I don't need a ride, my home is nearby." I didn't show him that I wanted a ride. I was already feeling so awkward.
"But you will need one now, get up I will drop you." he said putting out his hand towards me.
I hesitated taking his hand and pulled mine back as soon as I was up. I was afraid of the sparks his touch was giving me. I looked around and it was almost dark. Maybe I should go with him and it will be just a short ride. I assured myself.
I followed him, who was already walking away without waiting for me. I was trying to reach him but he was fast and I was slow due to my foot. Maybe he realized my absence because he stopped and looked back.
"Almost there," I said laughing nervously. I just don't wish that kind of situation upon my worst enemy.
He came back towards me and picked me up bridal style without giving me a chance to speak. I was shocked and speechless while he looked unfazed and was waking calmly like I don't weigh more than a few pounds to him. I mean I am not fat but not skinny either.
He set me down near the car and opened the door for me. I was looking like a practical example of blushing, awkwardness and regret sitting in his car trying to say something.
"Don't you dare touch me without my permission again." I finally said trying to sound threatening but it came out really lame. I wanted so bad to laugh at myself.
"I was just trying to help," he replied with a straight face not looking at me.
"Why?" I don't know what I was thinking when this stupid 'why' escaped my lips.
He turned his head slightly looking at me with confused expressions. He looked so innocent with that face. Almost like if he was not Xavier Millers anymore. I was about to say something more stupid when my home came into sight.
"That's my home," I said motioning him to stop.
"Take that as my apology." he said, not looking at me and I heard a sound of unlocking car doors. Without saying anything else I came out of the car and stood at my door until his car was out of my sight.
What just happened?
Xavier~
"...just fucking show them that boiling blood is not just a phrase".
I heard a feminine voice out of Raven's mobile phone. Both of them were sitting there watching some viral video from our school. I had thought to spend the weekend peacefully but how is it possible when I have them.
I was sitting away from them checking emails on my laptop. I was managing some office work because dad's manager is out of town with him so I am looking after everything here. But the voice was distracting me. Whoever she was held a boldness in her voice which fascinated me.
"Dude you need to see this. I told you this girl is something else." Raven plopped down next to me and pushed his phone in front of my eyes. We had a heavy argument about Alex's situation but he didn't take anything seriously and now he was sitting with me as usual forcing me to see pointless shit with him.
I saw the video because I knew he would not leave me alone otherwise. She was the same girl, Alex's friend roasting Samantha aka the bitch of Crestview high. I learned from Raven that she is not his girlfriend and I don't know why but all of my anger dissolved upon hearing those words.
"Well, I agree man, just look at her. She is like a hurricane." Dylan added.
I can't deny that. The video was made from a front angle which showed her face and figure clearly. Her face was calm and fearless with her posture radiating power and grace just like a Queen. For some reason I felt like I saw a reflection of myself in her.
"Whatever," I said the total opposite of my thoughts and pushed Raven's hand away. "I am going for a walk." I told them leaving the living room. I need to clear my mind. She is messing up with my mind.
More like with my heart!
"Be back soon babe. I will wait for you at dinner." Raven called behind me, imitating a high pitched girly voice. A chuckle escaped my lips. He can't change but do I want him to? No.
I drove towards the park. It's been a long time since I went there. I used to go there every week sitting on my isolated spot listening to music and trying to escape my life.
I parked the car outside and started walking towards the bench. I noticed a small figure was sitting on the grass near my bench. Noone ever dared come near my sitting spot before.
Coming closer, I saw it was a little girl sitting on the grass with her foot in her lap trying to pull out something that pricked her foot. My heart beat picked up pace as she reminded me of a beautiful memory. Hope bloomed in my chest.
{FLASHBACK}
I ran out of the little house my father rented for us to live in for the time we were staying there. He used to take mom and me with him wherever he went after something tragic happened with his friend.
It was a beautiful place surrounded with natural beauty. I just wanted to stay there forever but without my parents.
Mom told me that dad was sending some men to pick me up so I had to get ready. She didn't tell me where I was going but I was afraid of dad.
He used to take me to fights with him and make me see him fighting so that I could learn his tactics. But the sight of sweating bodies and blood made me sick. So I decided to run away.
After mom dressed me in a formal suit and went to another room, I took this as my chance and ran away from the house. I passed by many farms and trees. I didn't know where I was going but I kept running until I reached a lake.
I saw a little girl lying down on the ground holding her small foot in her hands. Her friends were sitting around her with worried expressions on their faces. They looked about my age. I was almost eight at that time.
I walked towards her and saw a small thorn was stuck in her small foot. I sat beside her and she looked at me. Her eyes were a piercing green, filled with tears. Without saying anything I immediately pulled out the thorn from her foot. She started crying more and I was afraid that I might have hurt her.
I was about to run again when she stopped me by holding my arm and smiled at me.
Later, all of them introduced themselves to me as princesses and princes. She told me that her name was Princess Belle and her Prince the beast was missing that day so I played as her prince. We also got married because according to them the story ends with the prince and princess getting married so that they can live happily ever after.
I spent a lot of time with them playing in the mud but my dad's men found me there and took me with them. Before they dragged me away she gave me a small rock as our wedding gift which I hid in my pocket.
{FLASHBACK ENDS}
I don't remember their faces but I remember her eye colour and parts of our conversation.
I offered her my help so that I could see her face but this time a pair of dark brown eyes looked back at me instead of those piercing green ones. My face fell instantly, all the hope leaving my body.
Maybe I will never find her again.
It took me a little while to realize that she was the same girl from the school because it was getting dark outside and most of her face was covered with her dark locks.
And here I came to escape her unwanted thoughts!
She declined my offer of help but I sat down beside her ignoring what she said because her face showed that she needed help. She turned her head and looked at me while I searched her eyes hoping that I got her eye colour wrong before but she looked away and tried to move away from me.
I don't know what came over me when I pulled her back gripping her arm. She almost collided with my chest, her hairs flying with the air and touching my face. I felt her breath on my face and a sweet scent of her hairs filled my nostrils. I wanted so badly to sniff her hair. They smelled so good.
She struggled in my grip and I told her to stop, leaving her arm and surrounding mine around her body holding her in place because I was afraid if I had gripped her arm any harder it would have broken. She felt so small and fragile against my rough hands and huge figure.
I pulled out the thorn out of her foot and put my thumb on her bleeding wound. She gasped and I tilted my head to look at her face. Her eyes were shut together tightly.
Soon the realization of my actions dawned upon me. When I saw Alex forcefully holding her hand back at school I was angry at him but now I was doing the same thing to her. Immediately I stood up cleaning my thumb on my shirt and turned to leave when she called my name. My name sounded weird from her mouth. She had a hint of another accent in her weak American accent.
I turned towards her and she thanked me but I was thinking about something else. It was getting dark and her foot was wounded. I asked her if she had any ride and her answer gave me the cue that she hadn't so I offered her lift.
Maybe a little chivalry won't bite!
I saw she was hesitant about taking my hand which I offered her to get up but took it nevertheless. Her hand felt so soft and small against mine. But she pulled it back immediately after getting up.
I didn't want to let go yet!
My hand fell to my side and clenched into a fist. I was not liking the things she was doing to me, to my heart.
She is making me vulnerable without even doing anything!
I will just drop her home and will never talk to her again. I assured myself.
I walked away fast but realized that she was not behind me. Looking back I saw she was far away walking slowly. I could tell she was walking with difficulty so I went back and picked her up, gaining a sense of deja vu.
I felt she was tense in my arms but didn't say anything. She spoke after a while when we were sitting in the car driving back.
"Don't you dare touch me without my permission again." She said trying to sound threatening but to me it was just like a small child threatening a beast. However I was impressed by her courage. At Least she was not swooning over me like other girls.
"I was just trying to help," I told her sincerely.
"Why" she asked and I was confused. What did she mean? I tilted my head to look at her and she also had a confused expression on her face. She was looking adorable with her big eyes widened at me waiting for my answer.
"Take this as my apology." I replied to her 'why' without thinking. I myself was confused with why I did that. Maybe it was really just an apology for earlier.
But I highly doubted that!
She left without saying anything else and I drove off with more tangled thoughts then before...
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