Gotcha
926 Words
Zayn Dawson
She had been gone for almost an hour. I sat motionlessly. My brain refused to resume its normal functions. Every brain-based activity had ceased indefinitely. I didn't know if I should be angry or rather amused. I just sat there expressionless. This was the first time a woman had done something like this to me. How can I react to something I've never experienced before? The feelings I was experiencing at that point were alien to me.
My hands still trembled slightly. The effect of her seduction was taking longer than expected to fade away. I tried to stand but my legs betrayed me.
I stayed on the spot while the sun retreated. My heart was back to its normal pace. I still couldn't think properly. Only one word kept going through my fractured mind. Wow.
An hour passed before I was able to recover enough to think about going back to the camp. The walk back was as empty and uneventful as my state of mind. Darkness had already started settling down on the earth.
Maybe I just needed a good sleep to reboot my mind. My body felt stiff from all the excitement she had put me through. Cara. She said her name was Cara.
"Hey, there cowboy." A voice came from behind me. I continued on my way completely ignoring whoever wanted to play cool and Western.
I was almost at the hut when a hand pulled me back. It was the younger blonde from the previous night. She looked better; neater. If I didn't know better, I'd say she had even gotten a tan. She eyed me curiously for a while.
"What's wrong?" Her voice was thick and mature. There was something about it that had a soothing calm effect.
It was mesmerizing at best.
"Let go," I said to her gesturing to my captured hand. She hesitated for a while before finally letting go.
I walked into the hut. She followed. I was so lost in my lopsided thoughts that I had no idea she was there with me till I turned around to see she had settled on the settee. I still wondered why they gave Cara and me modern facilities while they chose to live like animals.
"Can you please f**k off?" I said to her as respectfully as I could with a wry smile.
"I'm Luna. Luna Kingsley." She sounded calm. Luna? More like a lunatic. The question now was what made this lunatic come over here.
"I stand by my earlier f**k off. So please f**k off."
"Sure. What's eating you up?" she asked, unphased by my tone. I watched her closely staring at her big sad eyes. They looked serious and concerned. As surprising as it was to me, she was sincerely concerned about what I was going through. What's the harm in talking about it?
She looked at me evenly as I went on to narrate the events of that afternoon. She sat in silence as I talked. I stopped and she only talked when she was sure I was done.
"So you're hurt?" she said the statement in a questioning tone.
"Is that what this is?" I asked unsure about what I was feeling. I was unsure about a lot of things that had happened that afternoon.
"Seems to me you're hurt. Your ego got bruised badly."
I stared at her, surprised at how professional she sounded. I had thought she was just a young blondie with t**s for brains.
"How do I get over it?" I asked, completely trusting her judgment and infinite wisdom.
She shrugged. "Cry."
I waited. I suspected she was trying to be funny. A blonde joke. But she looked serious. I breathed out my disappointment. The i***t. I knew it was too good to be true.
"So about f*****g off..." I started with a grimace.
She made a move to go but stopped. She looked at me and then said, "You like her, don't you? This Cara."
My heart raced. I had no idea why. Something about what she said made me feel uneasy. I couldn't keep eye contact with Luna anymore. The worst part was that I had no idea the reason I was feeling this way. My chest felt heavy.
"No. No. Hell no. Nah,” I stuttered. "She's so not my type," I added. The last sentence sounded stupid to me after I had said it. Why say something like that you stupid f**k!
She smiled at my response.
"I don't like her," I repeated. I should probably just stop talking.
She smiled.
"You're really hammering that point dude. Like full-on assault on the figurative nail." The amusement in her voice did nothing to help.
"That's because I don't like her. I don't."
She snickered. A peal of laughter almost broke loose but she held it down successfully.
"Okay. So you don't like her. But you're crazy attracted to her. How's that working out?"
My face went different shades. She had punctured a nerve. I tried to respond but the act felt incredibly impossible. I just stared while my lips worked words and pushed them back.
"Gotcha." She sounded like she was having fun.
"So about-"
"f*****g off. Way ahead of you,” she completed for me getting off the settee.
She walked to the door and paused. She watched me closely for a while, uncertainty in her baby eyes.
"There's something that might take the edge off. if you're game."
"That sounds like a challenge." I eyed her suspiciously.
"It is. Let's go."
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