7. Cursing the door
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He raked his eyes all over me, definitely admiring my appearance. That much I could tell.
I had to resist the urge to squirm under his gaze. His eyes quite dark, giving away nothing.
I cleared my throat when I thought it was enough of letting him ogle me.
He did not look bad himself. Dirty blonde hair, a sharp jaw, plump lips. Look at them!
He ran his tongue over his lower lip, noticing where my eyes were. I immediately looked away.
An image of Adrian's perfect lips lazily crossed through my mind. Why! I like the one in front of me better.
Both of us know this guy doesn't stand a chance in front of Adrian.
Shut up!
Okay! You know Adrian is still the best.
Brain! I have a sincere request. Just shut the hell up and stop annoying me by giving me these inputs.
His lips, so seductive, I think..
Which are unnecessary. Totally useless.
It gets under your skin though.
Am I actually talking to my brain, arguing like there is another person living inside me?
Well yes I talk to myself. I think it's healthy to talk to yourself from time to time.
I do debate with my brain. But no, I don't have anyone living inside me other than myself.
I had considered the theory of me being a werewolf but apparently I'm not. I'm a completely normal person.
I jumped back as I felt a hand touch mine. He was tall, insanely tall. Standing in front of me, he smiled. Crooked!
I don't like his teeth. Nope!
Adrian's teeth are just perfect, aren't they?
I totally know right! They.. Okay wow! I did agree with my brain. I'm on my guard now. I won't easily be swayed anymore.
Again I was brought back into this world, when he clutched my hand. I don't like this!
"Totally" he smirked into his phone. When did he start talking on the phone? I better stop zoning out.
I felt panic greet me as he chuckled, looking up and down, measuring me I bet.
I pulled back my hand and his latched onto my waist in no time, making me gasp.
"Let me go, you imbecile!" I yelled, pulling back. He suddenly let go, frowning.
He looked scared. Scared?
"Yes sir" he visibly shook, holding his phone with both hands.
He looked at me again and took a step back. "Shorts? yes sir" he eyed me.
Oh my god! I hope this isn't some kidnapper. But he's describing me. In fact he's not describing me, he's confirming that it's me.
"A baby pink shirt, y..yes s..sir" he shut his eyes, muttering a prayer, I could tell.
What was happening? "Sorry sir, I didn't know.. I.. Sorry sir, no I really..."
Ha! He was stuttering. Shaking with fear.
"Right away sir!" he sounded professional, like an army general. The firmness in his voice was something I adored.
Creepy? I know.
I have no clue why I am not running away from him, but he's describing me! This has got something to do with me I know.
And this was no coincidence, was it?
At first yes, now he seems to be receiving orders to let you be.
No s**t Sherlock.
"Ma'am, if you would" he handed me the phone. I looked at him, something definitely skeptical about this whole ordeal.
"Please" he begged, making me frown.
Geez! Calm down will you? You ain't going to die. Yet.
Mwahahaha! A crazy villain laugh remember. The place is being engulfed by the purple clouds. Dark purple.
Wind blowing, shattering the things around.
"Ma'am" he pleaded again. Ah right. I'll continue the thought later. It was interesting, really.
I had never considered me to be a villain. Something different.
I took pity on the one who kneeled before me, nodding. I patted his head, giving him a sense of comfort.
I took the phone and placed it to my ear. "Hello?" I talked.
No response. Fishy!
Rude!
First off, who ever is on the line wanted to talk to me and when I'm talking they don't reply?
Crazy!
"Hello?" I dragged in a sing song voice.
I don't have all day alright? "Rise o child" I smiled at the man before me and he looked at me like I was the insane one.
He rose anyway. "The one on the phone is not speaking you know" I said, handing him the phone back.
"Yes sir" he said again, listening to the man on the other line, who did not talk to me!
He handed me the keys to the car he was driving, bowing slightly as he walked away.
Okay.
"Um excuse me?" I called out to him and he visibly sped. "Hey!" I ran behind him. "Your car!" I exclaimed.
"Sir told you to drive home carefully and not speed too much" or something like that he yelled, before he literally ran.
Actually ran. Like I was plague.
It was funny to see a man of his build run like a mouse, scared of his own shadow, he must be.
"Not a bad day after all" I shrugged as I hopped into the driving seat.
I swear I'll kill Adrian.
It has to be him. Who else knew I could drive? Nobody!
Sir told me to drive carefully. Oops, slowly and not speed too much. Ha!
He is dead, DEAD!
TWICE in two hours he has made me want to kill him. That is a new record.
Three cheers to Adrian Miller.
Yay!
You know those three small animals that used to come on Dora the explorer, cheering. Adding, the background music.
It had been quite some years since I had driven.
Um, question.
Which way should I go?
I don't know the route to his place.
There's something called GPS.
For once, in its entire time, my brain has said something useful.
One more thing.
I have to pee!
Can't hold it any longer! Don't blame me, Adrian dragged me out of my house with giving me any time.
I stopped by a restaurant, finally glad to be able to use the restroom. Why not eat something?
Sir would have had breakfast anyway. I sat down, enjoying my black pudding. That's my all time favourite.
Adrian couldn't come and get me himself? He had to go and send some annoying person to come and help me.
And that huge person, runs away, shoving the keys in my hands and asking me to drive home carefully.
I sighed, not a problem. The days of the previous years had not been half as eventful as this.
Except that one time with Jeremy.
And now that you guys have reached this far, with me, I am glad and will be telling you what had happened with Jeremy.
So.. start flashback. I'll take on a journey to my past, follow me.
Did I hear an aye aye captain?
You guys are amazing swear.
Come on, vámonos.
Everybody let's go.
Come on, let's get to it.
Where are we going?
To my college.
Swiper no swiping.
Oh man!
Uh huh. You guessed it right. That song is stuck in my head. Well I was a fan of Dora the explorer when I was small you know.
Oh and remember the map song. What was it.
If there's a place you got to go.
I'm the one you need to know.
I'm the map. I'm the..
Oh shut up for god's sake!
Okay wow brain! Why so pissed of?
Anyway, I'll take you to my college, see the huge gates right there, yep. That's my college.
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