Colliding Rulers

Can't Keep My Hands to Myself

Gevia's P.O.V

"I'll see you next week, Gevia!" Joshua waved me goodbye and went away.

He was going to the south gate while I was going to the west gate. It was still a bit early so I'd decided to go to a salon and celebrate my first victory against Alex. I didn't understand why Alex backed away during the debate. Anyway, I was still happy. At least she wasn't touching me while touching other girls.

That would be unsanitary and disgusting. Utterly disgusting. Who was she to touch other girls while she touched me? f*****g hell. That is a no from me. I approached the gate, but I wanted to drop by the comfort room first. I whistled as I made my way to the nearest one. Nobody ever uses the comfort room here, so it was always free and it was clean. I would complain to Daddy if the comfort room was dirty.

I went inside one cubicle and as I was about to close it, a hand stopped me from locking it. I was in too shock to even push the hand away. But I smelled her, so I let my guard down. She got inside the cubicle and locked it behind her. I could see her face, her handsome yet pretty face.

Our eyes locked. She took a step towards me while I waited for her to close the gap. Once I felt her breathing on my lips, she wrapped her hand around my waist like she usually does, but today- today seemed a little different. I could see her and she could see me. Our expressions were for us to see.

There was something in her stare that I couldn't quite decipher. Before I could process what it was, our lips touched. It was a slow moment. As our lips continued to lock, she kept pulling me closer to her body. I can smell her even better right now. She smelled good. My hands automatically, as if it was the most natural thing to do, locked on her neck, pulling her closer. I wanted her more. I had this insatiable hunger for her that I couldn't quite quench.

Her hand slowly went down to my ass, squeezing one cheek. I only realized now that her fingers were long and slender. She grabbed one cheek as easily as grabbing her phone. I felt hot and bothered. She was squeezing my ass tightly. She didn't have plans on letting go.

"Mhmm," a sound came out of my mouth.

My hands went to her hair, messing it all up. She never styles her hair, but it was always kempt. She pulled me again, letting my stomach hit something hard. It felt like a stick, but bigger in diameter and harder. I found myself grinding on that hard thing and moaning into the kiss.

"You thought I was touching others?" she asked in a gruff voice. She was doing something to me, and I have no power over it. I felt weak.

"Uhhnn," I shuddered when she squeezed my ass again.

She went to my neck, kissing me lightly. I bit my lip to avoid anymore unnecessary sounds.

"Why aren't you answering me?" she sounded authoritative to me.

"I did," I cracked, not being able to extinguish the flame inside me.

"You won't have to worry. It's only you." after she said that, she gave me one last kiss on the lips before leaving me again.

I was, yet again, left hot and bothered. She didn't swat my hands away when I was touching her hair and her neck. Was that a sign that she was okay with me touching her?

I inhaled and exhaled, calming my racing heart. I forgot that I needed to pee.

"Motherfucker."

After I did my business there, I went home. I threw myself on the bed and stared at the ceiling. What was I doing with my life? I didn't even notice things about Alex. I had to hear that from Joshua. Was I that clueless? No. I grew up hating Alex. Being constantly compared. I don't want to know anything about her. Not even her birthday.

But.

But I think that's a little bit different right now. I want to know why she's touching me. I want to know why it was only me. I want to know what goes through her mind every day. I want to know why she had that scowl on her face earlier today.

"Argh!"

I got up and went to the salon anyway. I revitalized my hair with world-class hair-repairers. I had my nails done and I had my facial treatment done as well.

As I walked, I felt people's stares. I know I'm beautiful, but do they have to ogle? I am not uncomfortable, I just think that they should be doing something else instead of wasting it like that. They should definitely do something about their ugliness. It's suffocating. You know? Be more like me.

But then I heard a familiar voice. It was unusually chirpy and unusually happy. My head turned towards where I heard it, and I was right. It was her voice. And my eyes- they saw someone else. It was another woman. Alex was holding a bag that I clearly knew wasn't hers.

Was she carrying the woman's bag?

I thought to myself. They were both laughing, giggling. I haven't heard Alex laugh before. A sincere laugh. But I could see that she was laughing her heart out right then. Her smile reached her eyes, something that I hadn't seen before.

I felt like something broke inside me. Something loudly shattered inside me that I so wished that I didn't hear. I was stoned to where I was standing. I couldn't move. The sight before me looked so painfully foreign, but I couldn't dare look away.

The woman was laughing with Alex, slapping Alex's arm. Alex didn't mind though. It didn't look like it hurt, but Alex wasn't doing anything about it anyway. I vividly remember Joshua saying that Alex didn't want to be touched. Of course, there would be exceptions, like family.

But as far as I know, Alex doesn't have a sibling. So, who was that woman? The woman looked pretty, like- really pretty. Stylish too. She had a fit body and muscles, I could tell. She had godly curves and it made me self-conscious somehow.

All my life, I thought I was above everyone. This woman was entirely different from everyone else. She was above me. I felt small. I felt like I was insignificant. Was this what everyone else felt when they were next to me? Suddenly, I'm seeing things from a different perspective.

"Eh," I told myself, trying to shrug off what I saw. I grit my teeth, obviously not making that honest.

I wasn't being honest with myself. Why was I not honest when it came to Alex?

"f**k this."

I said before walking away. I went in the opposite direction, in hopes that I wasn't going to see them again. Why was she here in the first place? I thought Alex didn't know how to have fun? Apparently, I'm not the one making her happy- what the actual f**k am I saying? I'm not into Alex like that. For f**k's sake, I'm straight.

To make matters worse, I bumped into someone. I was pissed at the moment, so I flared at the person, not knowing who it was.

"Hey! Watch where you're goi-"

"Fancy seeing you here, Gevia," her usual cool smile was in front of me. Her pearly whites were shining.

"I don't fancy seeing you here. Get lost."

I turned my heel and was about to go when she grabbed my hand and spun me around. My hands went to her shoulders, which were hard, and my eyes got locked into her eyes. She took a glimpse of my lips before smiling even wider.

If I could just wipe off that beautiful smile, I'd be happy.

"Why are you in such a hurry, Princess?" my left eyebrow twitched at what she said.

"What are you talking about? I'm sick of your face in school. I don't want to see you outside of school."

People were staring at us. Two people hugging each other in public, bodies so close and having eye to eye contact. I couldn't help but take a sneak peek at her lips. They were red, and looking as soft as ever. She caught me looking at her lips, which made her smirk.

"I thought you already had enough of me?" she was teasing me in broad daylight.

I felt weak again. Talking to her at this close distance takes a toll on me. My strength was slowly fading away, and the urge to smash our lips together felt genuine.

"Let go of me, Samson." I spoke of her surname harshly. She clicked her tongue before letting go of me.

As if her touch was dirty, I dusted off myself. I thought that action was enough to make her feel disrespected, but no. She scoffed, but she had a big smile on her face. Her smile was never ending. She kept on smiling, like that woman did wonders for her. It irked me. It disgusted me that I was being touched by someone who was touching someone else.

But I couldn't bring myself to stop craving for her fingertips.

"Are you, perhaps, pissed?"

I replied in a very, very sarcastic tone,

"No, not really. Truthfully speaking, I just don't want to talk to you right now. So, goodbye."

I turned around again and walked. I walked and walked. I walked for another five minutes, and there was still no sign of someone stopping me. I was so ready to go home and ready to send a dead flower to her doorstep, declaring war.

Isn't this the part when Alex would stop and explain things to me? Saying that I misunderstood something? I let out a loud grunt before going inside my car. I was beyond pissed.

"What the hell is happening to me? I'm becoming someone that I'm not and the worst part is that it's all because of that motherfucker!"

I turned on the car and started rounding up the corner.

"STOP!" Alex was suddenly in front of me. I hit the brakes in a hurry and in a panic before exiting the car.

"ARE YOU f*****g OUT OF YOUR MIND?" I checked for any bruises, any cuts, basically checking if I was about to get fined.

Bitch was still smiling like there was no tomorrow. She pushed me onto my car's hood and kissed my lips. People were staring, but I didn't care anymore. I kissed her back as intensely as she was doing to me. She pulled me closer.

"She's my father's right hand. No worries." she told me before grabbing my thigh and caressing it.

"I wasn't asking."

She hums into the kiss before ending it with a soft bite on my lower lip.

"Just wanted to let you know." she winked before walking away shamelessly.