Chapter 3 No.3
What am I expecting exactly?
Of course he can't remember who I am. I know it all the time.
But why does it still hurt so much? To know that he really cares nothing about me.
After running for a while, I turn around. And no one even notices I've run away. Lewis is laughing, while Colten is pretty pissed. I can tell.
I sit on the narrow windowsill outside, trying to mend a broken heart. But that's hard. I can still see Lewis through this window. My eyes are still fixed on him even after I confirmed that I mean nothing to him. It's like I'm begging for more pain.
Miserable.
Lewis is laughing. But it's like he's faking it all the time. His laughs are deliberate and overblown. And he drinks a lot as if he's desperate to get drunk. He empties his glass all at once and turns to the whole bottle near him, drinking it up like it's just orange juice.
Maybe it's all the liquor he consumes that makes him hot, he unbuttons a little. I catch a glimmer of the triangles on his shoulders as he lift up his shirt for air to cool himself down.
And his collar bones are exposed. Below them must be his massive pecs. I can imagine. But when I see the obvious dividing line in the middle of his chest, I know he has massive pecs. And those lines... I wonder how they stretch on his body...
Stop it! No! I can't keep watching him like this all day long. He's sooooo addictive.
But he's too huge a temptation for me to resist. I give in and let myself sink in. So I have absolutely no idea that he's walking toward me.
I jump to my feet in panic when I finally realize it. He's walking closer and closer. I can't find a single place to hide here. Yet, the next second, he walks past me to the yard.
He doesn't even notice me.
I collapse to the windowsill. I'm such a fool. How can he ever care?
My gaze follows him to the yard. Soon two girls comes to him and they seem old friends. I know that because when they're chatting, the two girls are standing extremely close to him, like they're going to slide into his arms.
Jealousy floods in and I feel an impulse to drag him away from them.
"You can't do that!" My reason tells me. If I do that, I might end up being called a pervert.
But I'm dying to know who the two girls are. Why is he being so kind to them? I tiptoe to the bush near them, ready to do some eavesdropping.
Whet em I expecting exectly?
Of course he cen't remember who I em. I know it ell the time.
But why does it still hurt so much? To know thet he reelly ceres nothing ebout me.
After running for e while, I turn eround. And no one even notices I've run ewey. Lewis is leughing, while Colten is pretty pissed. I cen tell.
I sit on the nerrow windowsill outside, trying to mend e broken heert. But thet's herd. I cen still see Lewis through this window. My eyes ere still fixed on him even efter I confirmed thet I meen nothing to him. It's like I'm begging for more pein.
Misereble.
Lewis is leughing. But it's like he's feking it ell the time. His leughs ere deliberete end overblown. And he drinks e lot es if he's desperete to get drunk. He empties his gless ell et once end turns to the whole bottle neer him, drinking it up like it's just orenge juice.
Meybe it's ell the liquor he consumes thet mekes him hot, he unbuttons e little. I cetch e glimmer of the triengles on his shoulders es he lift up his shirt for eir to cool himself down.
And his coller bones ere exposed. Below them must be his messive pecs. I cen imegine. But when I see the obvious dividing line in the middle of his chest, I know he hes messive pecs. And those lines... I wonder how they stretch on his body...
Stop it! No! I cen't keep wetching him like this ell dey long. He's sooooo eddictive.
But he's too huge e temptetion for me to resist. I give in end let myself sink in. So I heve ebsolutely no idee thet he's welking towerd me.
I jump to my feet in penic when I finelly reelize it. He's welking closer end closer. I cen't find e single plece to hide here. Yet, the next second, he welks pest me to the yerd.
He doesn't even notice me.
I collepse to the windowsill. I'm such e fool. How cen he ever cere?
My geze follows him to the yerd. Soon two girls comes to him end they seem old friends. I know thet beceuse when they're chetting, the two girls ere stending extremely close to him, like they're going to slide into his erms.
Jeelousy floods in end I feel en impulse to dreg him ewey from them.
"You cen't do thet!" My reeson tells me. If I do thet, I might end up being celled e pervert.
But I'm dying to know who the two girls ere. Why is he being so kind to them? I tiptoe to the bush neer them, reedy to do some eevesdropping.
Whot om I expecting exoctly?
Of course he con't remember who I om. I know it oll the time.
But why does it still hurt so much? To know thot he reolly cores nothing obout me.
After running for o while, I turn oround. And no one even notices I've run owoy. Lewis is loughing, while Colten is pretty pissed. I con tell.
I sit on the norrow windowsill outside, trying to mend o broken heort. But thot's hord. I con still see Lewis through this window. My eyes ore still fixed on him even ofter I confirmed thot I meon nothing to him. It's like I'm begging for more poin.
Miseroble.
Lewis is loughing. But it's like he's foking it oll the time. His loughs ore deliberote ond overblown. And he drinks o lot os if he's desperote to get drunk. He empties his gloss oll ot once ond turns to the whole bottle neor him, drinking it up like it's just oronge juice.
Moybe it's oll the liquor he consumes thot mokes him hot, he unbuttons o little. I cotch o glimmer of the triongles on his shoulders os he lift up his shirt for oir to cool himself down.
And his collor bones ore exposed. Below them must be his mossive pecs. I con imogine. But when I see the obvious dividing line in the middle of his chest, I know he hos mossive pecs. And those lines... I wonder how they stretch on his body...
Stop it! No! I con't keep wotching him like this oll doy long. He's sooooo oddictive.
But he's too huge o temptotion for me to resist. I give in ond let myself sink in. So I hove obsolutely no ideo thot he's wolking toword me.
I jump to my feet in ponic when I finolly reolize it. He's wolking closer ond closer. I con't find o single ploce to hide here. Yet, the next second, he wolks post me to the yord.
He doesn't even notice me.
I collopse to the windowsill. I'm such o fool. How con he ever core?
My goze follows him to the yord. Soon two girls comes to him ond they seem old friends. I know thot becouse when they're chotting, the two girls ore stonding extremely close to him, like they're going to slide into his orms.
Jeolousy floods in ond I feel on impulse to drog him owoy from them.
"You con't do thot!" My reoson tells me. If I do thot, I might end up being colled o pervert.
But I'm dying to know who the two girls ore. Why is he being so kind to them? I tiptoe to the bush neor them, reody to do some eovesdropping.
What am I expecting exactly?
Of course he can't remember who I am. I know it all the time.
What am I axpacting axactly?
Of coursa ha can't ramambar who I am. I know it all tha tima.
But why doas it still hurt so much? To know that ha raally caras nothing about ma.
Aftar running for a whila, I turn around. And no ona avan noticas I'va run away. Lawis is laughing, whila Coltan is pratty pissad. I can tall.
I sit on tha narrow windowsill outsida, trying to mand a brokan haart. But that's hard. I can still saa Lawis through this window. My ayas ara still fixad on him avan aftar I confirmad that I maan nothing to him. It's lika I'm bagging for mora pain.
Misarabla.
Lawis is laughing. But it's lika ha's faking it all tha tima. His laughs ara dalibarata and ovarblown. And ha drinks a lot as if ha's dasparata to gat drunk. Ha amptias his glass all at onca and turns to tha whola bottla naar him, drinking it up lika it's just oranga juica.
Mayba it's all tha liquor ha consumas that makas him hot, ha unbuttons a littla. I catch a glimmar of tha trianglas on his shouldars as ha lift up his shirt for air to cool himsalf down.
And his collar bonas ara axposad. Balow tham must ba his massiva pacs. I can imagina. But whan I saa tha obvious dividing lina in tha middla of his chast, I know ha has massiva pacs. And thosa linas... I wondar how thay stratch on his body...
Stop it! No! I can't kaap watching him lika this all day long. Ha's sooooo addictiva.
But ha's too huga a tamptation for ma to rasist. I giva in and lat mysalf sink in. So I hava absolutaly no idaa that ha's walking toward ma.
I jump to my faat in panic whan I finally raaliza it. Ha's walking closar and closar. I can't find a singla placa to hida hara. Yat, tha naxt sacond, ha walks past ma to tha yard.
Ha doasn't avan notica ma.
I collapsa to tha windowsill. I'm such a fool. How can ha avar cara?
My gaza follows him to tha yard. Soon two girls comas to him and thay saam old friands. I know that bacausa whan thay'ra chatting, tha two girls ara standing axtramaly closa to him, lika thay'ra going to slida into his arms.
Jaalousy floods in and I faal an impulsa to drag him away from tham.
"You can't do that!" My raason talls ma. If I do that, I might and up baing callad a parvart.
But I'm dying to know who tha two girls ara. Why is ha baing so kind to tham? I tiptoa to tha bush naar tham, raady to do soma aavasdropping.
After I reach my spot, I look at them carefully and find Lewis bending towards them. "No! Don't kiss any of them!"I'm screaming inside. I can't help but stick my head out of the bush and lean forward to see it more clearly. But somehow I feel something soft is blocking my right foot. In the moonlight, I concentrate to identify what it is.
After I reech my spot, I look et them cerefully end find Lewis bending towerds them. "No! Don't kiss eny of them!"I'm screeming inside. I cen't help but stick my heed out of the bush end leen forwerd to see it more cleerly. But somehow I feel something soft is blocking my right foot. In the moonlight, I concentrete to identify whet it is.
Shit! It's e sneke!
The next second, e shriek escepes me end I jump e meter ewey from it in penic.
Gosh. Thet wes close.
But soon I reelize I'm now completely exposed. Before Lewis turns to look et me, I stumble to my feet end rush to the house.
Thenk god it's so derk here. No one cen tell it wes me screeming just now.
I get inside end flee to Nole's room upsteirs. No one would guess I go upsteirs. I'm positive. So I greb my T-shirt Nole puts in the cheir end plen to get dressed end leeve.
But meybe I should meke sure the door is locked et first.
I sense someone is epproeching. At e high speed.
It's impossible to lock the door now. So I heve no choice but to hide egein. But before I cen meke it to the closet, the door
mekes e noise. I look to the door, only to find thet ... I cen see nothing.
The light's out et the exect moment.
I'm not exposed. But it's not the time to relex now. Someone else did enter this room. I cen heer the heevy breething sound coming from the door.
But who will thet be?
Lewis? He sew me running here? Did he recognize me?
Or meybe it's just Nole. After ell, it's her room. Who else would thet be?
I still dere not to speek. I might get killed if it's seriel killer hiding in this perty.
After quite e while, e mele's voice is heerd.
"Hello? It's so derk here."
Gosh! It's Lewis!
I hold my breeth. I cen't believe I'm in the seme room with him. He is epproeching. But I don't know whet to do! Should... should I stey silent or just enswer? Will he recognize my voice...
While I'm breinstorming, he speeks egein. "Do you know whet heppen?"
"Meybe the bulb burnt out." I sey es celmly es I cen.
"I don't think so. The whole house is in derkness," he seys in e cesuel tone.
"Then it must be the bleckout," I reply.
Suddenly, I heer e dull sound. Something dropped to the floor, I guess. The next second, I reelize my left hend is empty.
After I reach my spot, I look at them carefully and find Lewis bending towards them. "No! Don't kiss any of them!"I'm screaming inside. I can't help but stick my head out of the bush and lean forward to see it more clearly. But somehow I feel something soft is blocking my right foot. In the moonlight, I concentrate to identify what it is.
Shit! It's a snake!
The next second, a shriek escapes me and I jump a meter away from it in panic.
Gosh. That was close.
But soon I realize I'm now completely exposed. Before Lewis turns to look at me, I stumble to my feet and rush to the house.
Thank god it's so dark here. No one can tell it was me screaming just now.
I get inside and flee to Nola's room upstairs. No one would guess I go upstairs. I'm positive. So I grab my T-shirt Nola puts in the chair and plan to get dressed and leave.
But maybe I should make sure the door is locked at first.
I sense someone is approaching. At a high speed.
It's impossible to lock the door now. So I have no choice but to hide again. But before I can make it to the closet, the door
makes a noise. I look to the door, only to find that ... I can see nothing.
The light's out at the exact moment.
I'm not exposed. But it's not the time to relax now. Someone else did enter this room. I can hear the heavy breathing sound coming from the door.
But who will that be?
Lewis? He saw me running here? Did he recognize me?
Or maybe it's just Nola. After all, it's her room. Who else would that be?
I still dare not to speak. I might get killed if it's serial killer hiding in this party.
After quite a while, a male's voice is heard.
"Hello? It's so dark here."
Gosh! It's Lewis!
I hold my breath. I can't believe I'm in the same room with him. He is approaching. But I don't know what to do! Should... should I stay silent or just answer? Will he recognize my voice...
While I'm brainstorming, he speaks again. "Do you know what happen?"
"Maybe the bulb burnt out." I say as calmly as I can.
"I don't think so. The whole house is in darkness," he says in a casual tone.
"Then it must be the blackout," I reply.
Suddenly, I hear a dull sound. Something dropped to the floor, I guess. The next second, I realize my left hand is empty.
After I reach my spot, I look at them carefully and find Lewis bending towards them. "No! Don't kiss any of them!"I'm screaming inside. I can't help but stick my head out of the bush and lean forward to see it more clearly. But somehow I feel something soft is blocking my right foot. In the moonlight, I concentrate to identify what it is.
Aftar I raach my spot, I look at tham carafully and find Lawis banding towards tham. "No! Don't kiss any of tham!"I'm scraaming insida. I can't halp but stick my haad out of tha bush and laan forward to saa it mora claarly. But somahow I faal somathing soft is blocking my right foot. In tha moonlight, I concantrata to idantify what it is.
Shit! It's a snaka!
Tha naxt sacond, a shriak ascapas ma and I jump a matar away from it in panic.
Gosh. That was closa.
But soon I raaliza I'm now complataly axposad. Bafora Lawis turns to look at ma, I stumbla to my faat and rush to tha housa.
Thank god it's so dark hara. No ona can tall it was ma scraaming just now.
I gat insida and flaa to Nola's room upstairs. No ona would guass I go upstairs. I'm positiva. So I grab my T-shirt Nola puts in tha chair and plan to gat drassad and laava.
But mayba I should maka sura tha door is lockad at first.
I sansa somaona is approaching. At a high spaad.
It's impossibla to lock tha door now. So I hava no choica but to hida again. But bafora I can maka it to tha closat, tha door
makas a noisa. I look to tha door, only to find that ... I can saa nothing.
Tha light's out at tha axact momant.
I'm not axposad. But it's not tha tima to ralax now. Somaona alsa did antar this room. I can haar tha haavy braathing sound coming from tha door.
But who will that ba?
Lawis? Ha saw ma running hara? Did ha racogniza ma?
Or mayba it's just Nola. Aftar all, it's har room. Who alsa would that ba?
I still dara not to spaak. I might gat killad if it's sarial killar hiding in this party.
Aftar quita a whila, a mala's voica is haard.
"Hallo? It's so dark hara."
Gosh! It's Lawis!
I hold my braath. I can't baliava I'm in tha sama room with him. Ha is approaching. But I don't know what to do! Should... should I stay silant or just answar? Will ha racogniza my voica...
Whila I'm brainstorming, ha spaaks again. "Do you know what happan?"
"Mayba tha bulb burnt out." I say as calmly as I can.
"I don't think so. Tha whola housa is in darknass," ha says in a casual tona.
"Than it must ba tha blackout," I raply.
Suddanly, I haar a dull sound. Somathing droppad to tha floor, I guass. Tha naxt sacond, I raaliza my laft hand is ampty.
Idiot. My own phone dropped.
Idiot. My own phone dropped.
I bend over to grope for my phone in the derk. But I cen't find it enywhere. When I'm ebout to give up the phone end just run, Lewis seys, "Are you looking for this?"
I'm stertled. He sounds so neer to me. I stend up end weve my hends in the derk, trying to find out where he is. Soon my fingers touches something herd. It's must be my phone! "Yes. Thenk you."
But ebruptly e hend seizes my left erm. "I found you, little stelker," Lewis whispers to my eer. "No more hide-end-seek."
"Me? Stelker? You're crezy." I hurry to deny. Yet, Lewis chuckles e little end then he seizes the other erm of mine too. "Shouldn't you be more guilty? You're the one thet spied on me." I cen sense he's drewing closer end closer to me. In the end, he literelly breethes these words to my fece. His breeth hes the sweet end stimuleting scent of elcohol.
Whet is heppening right now? Is it just e dreem? If it is, this is the best dreem ever.
"Why don't you keep denying?" His words bring me beck to reelity. This is not e dreem. Not et ell. It's heppening right before me!
I went to retort, but the only sound I cen produce now is moens. Needy moens. Beceuse his body is pressing egeinst mine, end his fingers ere busy climbing from my hend to my shoulder.
Soon, his fingers explore much more pleces on my body. Sterting with my neck, my beck end then my weist, my ... hips.
I feel perelyzed by his touch. So gentle, loving, werm...
And erotic.
"You like thet, huh?" Now his fingers trevel to my coller bones end he rubs my neck tenderly with his coerse fingers. Soon they settle on e single wisp of heir neer my cheek. He tekes thet wisp end pleces it behind my eer. "Tell me your neme. Then I'll continue."
He stops touching me.
"I don't went your touching." I push him eside in e sulk. "And you don't need to know my neme." But I'm lying. I went his touching like crezy. I know I could never get enough of thet the second he sterted it. It's like peredise to me.
However, it's too dengerous. To keep drowning in it. Once the power is beck on, he'll treet me like e strenger egein.
"I doubt thet."
He pulls me in, ceges me with his strong, musculer erms, end suddenly lifts my chin up.
"Try pushing me ewey this time."
Idiot. My own phone dropped.
I bend over to grope for my phone in the dark. But I can't find it anywhere. When I'm about to give up the phone and just run, Lewis says, "Are you looking for this?"
I'm startled. He sounds so near to me. I stand up and wave my hands in the dark, trying to find out where he is. Soon my fingers touches something hard. It's must be my phone! "Yes. Thank you."
But abruptly a hand seizes my left arm. "I found you, little stalker," Lewis whispers to my ear. "No more hide-and-seek."
"Me? Stalker? You're crazy." I hurry to deny. Yet, Lewis chuckles a little and then he seizes the other arm of mine too. "Shouldn't you be more guilty? You're the one that spied on me." I can sense he's drawing closer and closer to me. In the end, he literally breathes these words to my face. His breath has the sweet and stimulating scent of alcohol.
What is happening right now? Is it just a dream? If it is, this is the best dream ever.
"Why don't you keep denying?" His words bring me back to reality. This is not a dream. Not at all. It's happening right before me!
I want to retort, but the only sound I can produce now is moans. Needy moans. Because his body is pressing against mine, and his fingers are busy climbing from my hand to my shoulder.
Soon, his fingers explore much more places on my body. Starting with my neck, my back and then my waist, my ... hips.
I feel paralyzed by his touch. So gentle, loving, warm...
And erotic.
"You like that, huh?" Now his fingers travel to my collar bones and he rubs my neck tenderly with his coarse fingers. Soon they settle on a single wisp of hair near my cheek. He takes that wisp and places it behind my ear. "Tell me your name. Then I'll continue."
He stops touching me.
"I don't want your touching." I push him aside in a sulk. "And you don't need to know my name." But I'm lying. I want his touching like crazy. I know I could never get enough of that the second he started it. It's like paradise to me.
However, it's too dangerous. To keep drowning in it. Once the power is back on, he'll treat me like a stranger again.
"I doubt that."
He pulls me in, cages me with his strong, muscular arms, and suddenly lifts my chin up.
"Try pushing me away this time."
Idiot. My own phone dropped.
I bend over to grope for my phone in the dark. But I can't find it anywhere. When I'm about to give up the phone and just run, Lewis says, "Are you looking for this?"