“Mr… someone’s calling me.” I tell Ravine. She raises an eyebrow but eventually leaves me be. It was the end of the day, as well as the day for a weekend. I was all alone in the room as I stare at Ravine totally disappearing from my sight and pick the call.
“Yes… sir?”
“Meet me at the park on the way to your house. I’ll be waiting there. You know we need to talk.” The man speaks in a tone I could believe was serious. I wanted to convince him to speak to me over the phone and not face to face. I’d be damned if I have to talk to him directly.
“No. Please you don’t understand-”
“I have nothing more to say. But please.” I hear him say as he cuts the call almost instantly. Sighing, I might as well think of something to give a viable reason to my lovely protective best friend.
“What are you sighing about?” I jump in my shoes.
“Ravine!” Banging the table top, I irritatedly pack my back. It was haphazard and poking my back once I slam it against myself.
“What!? What did I do!?” She gasps way too loud when she thinks she realizes.
“Did you just get a boyfriend and not tell me!?” My jaw falls to the floor.
“Don’t you ever think of anything else? I’m not that desperate yet, you know.” I say, catching up with her to converse.
“Um… by the way I want to go home a little later today. Maybe I’ll go to the library-”
“I’ll come with you! Let’s go!” She was more excited to come accompany me.
“No, I-”
“Oh you stuttering mess. I’m coming with you even to the end of the world. You don’t have to worry about being alone ever again.” She leans her head against my shoulder. Normally I would hug her and tell her she is the best person in my universe.
But I hope she just understands me sometimes too. I only hope she learns to read a situation.
“Uh… lemme just grab something real quick, okay?”
“O… Kay? I’ll wait for you in the library then. I’ll stop the librarian from closing the door then.” Says Ravine. Internally wishing she would never curse me over again, I run straight out of the building and send her a little text.
“Babe, I had some work to attend. Love ya!” And I ran as quickly as possible. I was way too curious to hold myself back. I need to learn what he thinks, about me and this relationship.
My hot temper rises when I see Mr Johnson giggle away his life with another woman beside him on the bench. The park was quite eerie. I can’t let the fact slide because that stranger can sit anywhere she wanted to. But no, she wanted to sit beside him or rather he requested another booty call from her.
The shift in my mood was tragically inversed. I stomp my way towards them, adjusting my falling spectacles and stand in front of the man. He was wearing a peach trench coat to pair with his white shirt and brown trouser pants. I love his style, always in love with his style.
But it’s not the point.
His face is drawn out of colors as he stares up at me. He tries to stand up but I block his actions.
“It’s alright. Sit down.” I say to him. The young woman beside him was slightly older than him. Maybe in her late twenties. I should say that he’s got range.
“Who’s she, Zayn?” Asks the woman. Oh~ They’re already so comfortable with each other to call each other by first names. It makes me sick to the stomach.
“She’s… my student. She has a hot temper.” The man says, lying right off the bat to this woman. Even as he said that, a glorious, swoon worthy, sinister smirk resides on his face. To top it off with a cherry, he places his leg over the other.
We stare at each other in the position we sit or stand in. It was a good fucking sight for anyone who passed by. It looked like a forbidden lover’s quarrel.
“I’ll… step aside for a while.” Zayn turns his gaze back to me when the woman leaves. The smirk doesn’t leave his devious face.
“Who was she?” I ask, unable to control myself.
“Just someone.” Is he playing with words? Then I’m not in the mood to play. That someone might be his cousin or even a stranger as I thought she would be. To warm his bed.
“Who. Is. She.” Next, I demand. He shakes his head and stands up to me. His face being way too close to my face. His index finger taps on my temple as I sneer.
“We are nothing.” He says.
“Who?” I talk back and I know he didn’t expect that.
“You’re assuming things that have no base. I must believe you think she’s my bed warmer, am I correct?” He calms himself down and asks as I nod.
“You’re foolish. She’s a cousin of mine who I ran into while waiting for your slow arse.” He says as my jaw drops to the floor.
“That was rude of you, sir.” I say, taking his hand to make him walk around. He gets the signal as we behind walking to my house. The weather was cold and so were our thoughts about each other.
“Well… Why’d you call me here?” I begin, because I don’t want to be viewed by anyone else with him. My classmates are going to be a worser choice to run into.
“I’m sorry for the lead I gave you.” He dives into an apology without beating around the bush. I take a deep sigh inside and bite on my lower lip.
“That was pretty shitty of you, sir. But I’m just as responsible as you are. I should have stopped your sense of sexuality when you told me to get into the blanket. I had the chance to get another blanket for myself, but… things just happened. I hope we are not uncomfortable.” Because I definitely was not uncomfortable. It felt blissful for me, as if I know what it feels like to have a boyfriend. Because of him, I was able to raise my standards higher.
“I am not uncomfortable with what happened. But there’s something in my heart which always screams that it belongs to you.” He says, his hand over the small of my back. I look at him to see if he was just flirting with me. But no, he was dead serious and meant his words well.
“Uh… I’m not sure how to tag this feeling. But yes, I feel it too.” I say. We walk in silence after that.
The alley right around the corner was mine. A few lonely buildings with quiet owners seemed to notice none of my actions with my own professor. I hate such nosy neighbors who fill in the parent with everything the child is doing. I hate them.
Because my freedom shall become limited.
Out of the blue, Zayn pulls me into a junction between two buildings and plummets me into the wall. The bag was crushed, my back was being stabbed by my irregularly racked books. And on top of that, his warm lips upon mine were something I never expected to taste on a cold winter afternoon.
He parts away, his eyes sultry whilst mine remain wide. I was shocked, no reaction forming upon realising that my Professor stole my first kiss!
Was this even allowed? I’m still underage.
“We’re still illegal. That’s why I’m stopping at just a peck.” He clarifies before I screamed. I should have screamed, because that way maybe he will kiss me longer to keep me shut.
I should have screamed.
Instead of the right words, I scream next, “I hate you!” And I run away.
I could hear him chuckle in his sexy voice and his head falling down to face the ground. He was not guilty of his actions. He rather enjoyed it.
The smile atop my lips stays even after I enter my house and begin to run towards my room. I was glad I was alone, mom nor Louis weren’t home yet.
Kicking my shoes away, my bag on the floor, I begin squealing like a seal into my pillow.
“What’s gotten into me…?” I question myself. I wasn’t myself right now. The calm and composed me would have understood the situation and walk through it. Instead of a cakewalk, I make it a walk on eggshells for myself.
“I’m so stupid.” I cry, for no other reason than to kill my excitement so I’ll become normal again.
A few seconds later, I hear the notification go off on my phone. It’s a message from… Zayn.
[Hey,]
[I hope you don’t loathe me for stealing your first kiss]
He says. How does he know it’s my first kiss? Maybe my reaction gave it away easily.
[Um… I don’t. I liked it]
I type with all my emotions concentrated into the text. It felt cringe with no emoticons beside the message. But it’s my original me.
I was supposed to be emotionless for all that I know.
However, I was to receive an incoming call from him. I panicked real hard. This isn’t me!
“Ahem. Hi!” I sounded awfully excited. Is this what means to be in love?
“Hi, sweetness. I’m sorry I seemed cunning in the park. I had no reason to be like that to you in front of everyone.” He says. My eyes turn into glaciers of heart lava.
“It’s fine. It’s really fine! I mean I would react to something similar if you called my cousin my bed warmer too.” I accidentally reveal what I was thinking about them.
“So you did think like that.” He mentions as I slap my forehead.
“I’m sorry too.” I simply say.
“Well, let’s forget about that. Are you wondering what we are right now?” The man asks through the phone. I was genuinely defocused to answer. I was thinking about us too, actually.
“Yes I am.” He must be a magician to read my mind all the time.
“Open the door. I hope no one’s at your house.” He says. Wait. Did he follow me back to my place?
“Okay!” He chuckles when he hears my thundering footsteps following the house. Indeed, he did remember the route to my house or he followed me.
“I remember your beautiful house, miss. It’s very homely.” He says as I open the door. He then cuts the call.
“Hi.”
“Hi.” We greet each other again.
“C-come in.” Damn my stutter. He follows me back to my house and to my room as I look at him dead in the eye.
“Cassandra,” he looks down at my hand which he wants to touch. I initiate the moment as he breaks into a wide grin, “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. It’s only been a few days of our encounter, but I’ve fallen awfully in love with you. I can’t say I don’t know what I’ve fallen for. There are way too many things to count.”
I smile, teasing him a little. “For example?”
He scoots closer to me.
“For example… these big brown orbs behind your spectacles.” He proceeds to remove my spectacles.
“And these little cute lips that I just tasted…” the pad of his thumb slowly glides along my lower lip. I summon the beast in me to lick his thumb which he later enjoys in usage of exploring my mouth.
I close my eyes and breathe, breathing in scent and his presence.
I sniff deep inside his manly cologne. I can smell his heartbeat that races as I Suck on his thumb like a hungry kitten. I can see him embrace me internally before he did so physically.
“And these hands that made me believe,
That God made everyone perfectly fitting for each other and I found my fit piece.”