I COMMAND YOU

SEVEN

"Miss Orenciana?"

I looked at the owner of that voice. I bumped into not an object but a person. Not just an ordinary person. It's Apollo Madrid! The Camp Commander! Or maybe my eyes are just deceiving me.I was too irritated with him earlier so I hallucinated that he was there in front of me. I laughed softly. That stinky alcohol hit me differently. I see many impossible things.

I pointed at him with my index finger. I open and close my eyes so that I don't fall asleep suddenly.

"You know, you look like Apollo Madrid,the tiger! You look like an identical twin because you look exactly his face", I said in a drunken voice.

"Miss Orenciana, are you drunk?" Apollo frowned when he asked me. I laughed even more.

"A-awesome! Even your voices are similar to his! I have memorized his voice..when I hear him, my whole being immediately gets irritated with him! You know that? He is the one I hate here in the camp. In addition to his bad attitude, his breath also stinks," I told the Apollo Madrid lookalike. I don't know what I'm talking about anymore. Even if what I say is not true.

I even approached him. I poked his chest with my finger.

"Did you hear me? He looks like a tiger when he scolds me! His breath stinks. He is not handsome in my eyes."

"What?"

"He's always scolding me! Go swimming there! Fix your swimming! Follow your fellow trainees! That's playing in my mind over and over again! I don't know if I'm going crazy or not. What do you think? He gave me many orders! Why didn't he the one swimming there,right?"

He approached me but I stepped back.

"Oops! What are you going to do? Stop right there!" I screamed. I hugged myself ready to protect my body. I stared at him for a long time. I can't see him. He became doubled over in my eyes. Is he one person? Or are they two?

"You drink alcohol, Miss Orenciana. Any intoxicating drink is forbidden in the camp," he said strictly. His voice was full. It seemed like it was only a matter of time before he would explode in anger.

"Shhh..don't be loud. I drank but only a little. Like this," I showed my finger how much alcohol I drank. "That's all, so don't be a killjoy!"

"What the-"

"Is it true that germs won't infect you even if we kiss torridly?" I asked. I remembered what Rhodara and I talked about earlier. I don't know if it is true. I'm curious thou.

"What are you talking about, Miss Orenciana? Fix yourself! I'll talk to you in my office tomorrow!"

"Let's try if it's true?" I suggested.

"What the f**k?"

"Hey!What the f**k? We're just talking about kisses"

I bowed down feeling a little dizzy. My stomach started to ache. Something wants to be released there. I don't know what that is. I held my mouth to stop vomiting. A princess shouldn't throw up. If you can swallow your own vomit, you should do it, just don't be embarrassed in front of many people.

"Get your sanity together, Miss Orenciana! I will not let you go undisciplined! You drank alcohol at the camp.Come to my office tomorrow. Fix yourself, you smell shit."

"Whatever! your nonsense rules", I rolled my eyes, but it was the wrong move because I only got more dizzy. I couldn't hold back my vomit anymore. I held onto the shirt of Apollo Madrid lookalike so I wouldn't fall. I pulled him close to me and threw up hard at his shirt.

"Ackkk.." ewss.. it tastes sour! I feel my intestine will also come out!

"What the heck, Beau Orenciana!" Apollo's voice roared. He pushed me a little. I didn't fall to the ground because I was only pushed weakly. I winced when I saw my vomit on his clothes. Gross. Is that really mine?

"Beau!" Pocholo called when he got close in my direction. He was panting while looking at me.

"Mister Salvatore?" Apollo asked the newcomer in wonder.

"Commander? Sir Apollo!" Pocholo said in shock when he found out who I was talking to. He even saluted while looking at us, scared.

"What does this mean, Mister Salvatore?"

"S-sir.." Pocholo didn't know what to say at first.

"Explain it before I take you to the detention room. Don't try my temper, Mister Salvatore. Are you with her?"

"Sir.."

I laughed at Pocholo's scared voice. Why is he afraid of the man I'm talking to? He looks just like Apollo, but he is not Apollo.

"Beau, stop it. Why are you laughing? It will trouble us even more."

"Why are you afraid of him? He's not Apollo! He just looks like him. See?" I pointed to Apollo's lookalike. Laughing.

But I was stunned in a few seconds when I realized that Commander Apollo was actually in front of us. He looks like he is very angry with me. His real!

"Beau.." Pocholo's voice was a little nervous when he called my name. We are dead!

"Apollo, huh? Miss Orenciana? You called me by my first name as if we were on the same level of position inside the camp and you have no respect for those higher than you."

I lost my drunkenness when I heard his angry voice. Is this my last life in this world?

"In my office, now!" He shouted loudly. My ears were almost deafened by the loudness of it. I covered my ears.

"Sir, it's my fault, I was the one who encouraged Beau to drink alcohol. I'm the one you should punish", Pocholo interrupted.

"What, Mister Salvatore? You know it's illegal, but you still encourage her to drink alcohol. Come to my office too. If ten minutes have passed and you are not in there, you know what's going to happen," Commander Apollo left us dumbfounded. We were both shocked by Apollo Madrid's angry face. He's scary to look at, but at the same time, he's hot.

Oh come on, Beau! Really, huh? You're going to be slaughtered but all you're thinking about is flirting. I salute myself. Note my sarcasm.

"Ten minutes, Beau. Let's go. Wash your face and hands first. Your vomit is scattered". Pocholo supported me. He guided me into the bathroom. I really don't know what to do. I think my mind has become clouded.

"What will happen to us, Pocholo?" I whispered. Washing my hands in the sink. Staring at the mirror.

"I don't know. But we have to start praying for our lives" he answered and sighed.

Pray?

Oh no! we're dead!