Adaline
“You better run, bitch.” One shouted and I needn’t be told twice, because I start running. Jemima was behind me, trying her best to run while wearing heels.
The fangirls were after us , running and shouting, which made my skin crawl in fear.
We passed a bathroom and Jemima went in there , along with me.
Jemima went into an empty bathroom stall while I tried to find one that is empty as well. No luck.
Damn, I’m dead. Damn, I’m dead.
I knocked at the bathroom stall’s door that Jemima went in.
“Jemima let me in.” I shouted and beat on the bathroom stall’s door.
The fangirls’s shouts and footsteps could be heard outside the bathroom like a herd of horses running which made me beat harder on the door.
“Jemima! Jem! Please, I don’t want to die!” I shouted for Jemima. My heart was beating so hard , that I thought it will rip my chest and fly out to the sun.
I heard some footsteps and then silence. The door slammed open and I swallowed nervously, turning my head slowly to the side to look at the door. Who stood at the bathroom’s door?
The fangirls.
How were they?
Angry.
On who?
On me.
Why?
Because I annoyed them.
What did we learn today?
Don’t mess with fangirls. Lesson learned.
The fangirls were glowering at me, their eyes narrowed to slits.
I raised my hands up in surrender and chuckled nervously. Some of them made a step forward, like they were the predator and I was the pray.
That thought made me remember a few days ago, when Ayato saw me naked. I blushed at the mere thought.
“C-c’mon , girls! I was j-just kidding.” I squeaked out and made a step back. There was silence. The calm before the storm.
“J-Jemima…” I whispered to see if she would respond. She didn’t.
I swear to God , Jemima. Open that fucking door.
The fangirls began to scream, making me scream too. Luckily, Jemima opened the door and dragged me in. She closed the door and locked it. The fangirls began to beat on the door, to scream and to swear.
I glared at Jemima, despite the fact that I was about to die, and I still am. “Took you long enough.” I gritted my teeth in annoyance.
Jemima sheepishly smiled and shrugged. “I had to pee!”
I widened my eyes at her in disbelief. “You needed to pee?!” I shouted angry with her. She looked down and bit her lip, blushing. She raised her hand and pressed the button to flush the water. I shook my head and restrained myself from strangling her.
I concentrated on the situation I was currently in. The fangirls were still beating on the door and shouting, which didn’t do any good to my scared state.
The door was shaking more and more and I was scared that it would break.
Please God, help me and Jemima.
The door began to shake more violently due to the pressure the girls put on it by beating.
Please, God. Please!
There was silence making me think that they left, but the luck wasn’t on my side today. The room was filled suddenly with gasps, squeals and screams.
“Okay , ladies. Let her alone.” Ayato’s arrogant and deep voice was heard, making some shivers travel up my spine. No! Don’t get worked over his voice!
So that’s why the room was put into a silence immediately.
I peek into the little line form hole the door made, to see what is happening. I could see a little bit of Ayato’s face over the crowd that were outside of this door.
“The slut insulted us and also pretended to be your girlfriend.” The girl snarled. Ayato raised an eyebrows nonchalantly, making himself earn some dreamy sighs.
“She’s not a slut. Unlike some of you who had already lost their first kiss and virginity. And they still make the deed with random men.” Ayato rolled his beautiful deep brown eyes.
“She didn’t even had her first kiss?” One began to laugh, making more and more laugh. Tears stung at the corners of my eyes but I tried to push them back. I felt some arms wrap around me.
“Shh. Don’t worry. They just speak nonsense.” Jemima cooed in my ear, making me smile and hug her back.
The laughter still continued until Ayato spoke.
“Enough!” Ayato’s voice boomed through the walls of this bathroom, then there was silence. “Get out!”
“B-but-” A girl tried to comment but was cut off.
“I don’t care. It’s really something bad that she haven’t had her first kiss?! No! She is waiting for a special guy to give it to him. Not to everybody! If it’s someone from the school I go to and if it’ll spell a word about this, I’ll make your life a living hell , understand?!” Ayato spoke this in a calm voice but you could hear the venom lacing his voice. I shuddered in fear at the sound of his warning voice.
I think the girls nodded their head , because after a few seconds Ayato spoke.
“Good. Now get the fuck out!” He shouted and all the girls scurried off. After the girls got out and the silence took over the bathroom, there was a sigh and a knock on the door.
“Cherry? Are you there?” My insides melt at the nickname and I pursed my lips.
“Y-yes.” My voice trembled, the fear still coursing through my veins.
I totally forgot about Jemima so when I turned to her , I saw her smirking. She mouthed ‘Cherry’ .
I blushed.
“Please, get out.” I was shocked that he said please, but unlocked the door , opened it and stepped out along with Jemima. I felt Ayato’s eyes on me as I stepped out, looking down. Jemima cleared her throat.
“I’m going to search for Paula. Give me a text when you’re ready to leave.” And she left, leaving me and Ayato alone. I began fidgeting with my finger, looking down at the floor. I was too afraid to look in his deep brown eyes. What I was afraid from, I didn’t even know myself.
Maybe it was because he kind of saved me and Jemima, or because he took my side in front of all that girls. I didn’t know why. But the only thing that I know is the warm feeling in my chest and butterflies in my stomach, that made me feel … something that was unknown to me.
One time happened to me this thing. And that was years ago , when I was with my crush. Whenever I was with him, I felt safe and loved. He hugged me in a day and told me he loved me. I actually believed him and , the feels and the young age, got the best of me and I told him the L word back. Big mistake. His friends went out of their hiding spot and began to laugh. It was all a bet.
I began to cry. I went home, crying. I was a mess for a few weeks, my sister being the only one I wanted to speak to. She began to be popular and that was why I wanted her to not say that I was her sister. I wanted no drama again in my life. I began to build some walls around me, and tried to make them more and more harder to break.
But he came back. He said that he was sorry. That the bet was a mistake. It was all a mistake. He said that he actually loved me. Such a fool I was then. I believed him, again. I forgave him. We began to date. I was so in love.
We were so happy. Nothing could disturb us. He tried to kiss me many time, but I didn’t let him. I was scared. Scared that I wasn’t a good kisser, so I pushed him away every time he tried to kiss me and said that I wasn’t ready, when in fact, I was. He alsways would tell me that it’s fine, yet I could see past his façade. He was hurt and angry. I felt very guilty
One day, I went to him , happy to say to him that I was ready to give him my first kiss All the lights in his house were off. Weird, I thought. I knocked on the door, ignoring the feeling in my gut that said that something is off. After a few minutes of no one coming to respond, I peeked through a window. Guess who was eating faces with a girl?
My crush.
My “love”.
My boyfriend. (Now ex-boyfriend)
Tyler Morris.