The First Rule

Chapter 5a: Battle of the Zodiacs

"Ty, come on! You're so slow! s**t, it's 7 pm already!"

You shuffle through your bag, anxious with the probability of whether you forgot to bring something for the second time. He scoffs while leaning at the door, turning his attention from his phone to you with a raised eyebrow. Peeking through strokes of his hair are his narrowed eyes, judging you at its best.

"You're kidding, right? I've been here since an hour ago, watching another Die Hard with your dad—plus—listening him complaining about his wife for postponing the date night cause she's suddenly wanted at her job—not to mention how it turned out that your mom surprised him just so she could wait for the anniversary cake—and how I ran here the second I just. knew. your dad almost got laid in front of me."

Following his finished speech, he shakes his head. A subtle expression of disdain crosses his face as he nonchalantly adjusts the hem of his favorite white Phillies jersey. Too stunned to speak, you just stare at him in traumatized knowledge and say,

"You know too much I think I have to kill you."

However.. as you return your attention to the mirror, you wonder why there's a subtle sense of.. something missing. You feel like you're already rocking your ensemble, though. As he rolls his eyes and shifts his focus back to his phone, casually tossing his blue NY baseball cap up and down in a playful manner, you suddenly realize something much more important. Frantically, you run to your bathroom and grab a towel from the wall.

"s**t! This is why I look so ugly every time I look in the mirror!"

Giving up the thought that you might head out in a matter of minutes—emphasize on the minutes—he enters your bedroom and gives in to the puffy armchair beside your bed, sighing, "Long as you don't put those in front of me. Still have nightmares about it."

"God why am I born like this? I mean—it's fine if you're forced to wear beautiful eyes for like—two weeks straight—" you keep rambling as you wear one clear soft lense in your right eye, "but the problem is, I'm f*****g running out of em!" you continue to complain as you put on the left one, "Now I could only wear my plain ol dark brown eyes—I mean if it's light brown it'll still be tolerable though—'' squeezing some Biotrue to your eyes, you blink hastily in front of the mirror and stare at your reflection, "but—dark. brown eyes?! Look at me—"

"First of all—are you done putting on the soft lenses?" Tyler sucks air through his teeth out of annoyance and sneers impatiently, ear's on fire after listening to both dad and daughter complain.

Knitting your eyebrows together, you shout, "Yes I'm done—!"

"Second of all, stop yelling." Tyler commands firmly as he jumps and throws his baseball cap on the armchair. Walking to the bathroom door, he continues, "Third of all—stop degrading brown eyes. I have one and I'm proud of it?" he leans on the bathroom door, crossing his hands on his chest. Cavill raises an eyebrow at your reflection just to be replied with constant frowning.

"Well thank you for your input, River King—but everything on you and of you gets automatically good! Plus—yours are lighter!" you complain with palms sandwiching your cheeks, "look at mine!"

Shaking his head in defeat, he stares at your insecure self attentively.. but not until a slight smirk forms on his lips. You're too busy frowning at your reflection, not paying attention to the footsteps approaching you..

When you feel his body already behind you, slouching his head down to your shoulder. At the sudden moment, you grow tense, you can feel his breath get closer to your left ear. Both of his hands went to grip the edges of the bathroom sink, overlapping yours. The reflection of your matching friendship bracelets together send a smile to your face—but you try to suppress it by your fake pouting and your rolling eyes.

He smirks, knowing exactly what he's doing.

Then, his right hand crosses your body, reaching the side of your face. His index finger raised to delicately.. touch your right temple.. and tap the corner of your right eye. Huskily, he murmurs under his breath to say,

"What? They're pretty."

Damn you, you pretty thing.

A blush immediately appears on your cheeks. He keeps staring you down amusingly. Absolutely satisfied with your reaction. He chuckles and tilts his head, slightly nudging it to yours..

Come on, come on. Don't fall to his annoying antics—

"And you.. have galaxy in yours."

You purse your lips in amusement, no more trying to prevent those blush—

—from shining, glimmering splendid. I'll let my face be the canvas brother and sister cause heck. He's so good you gotta acknowledge his finesse. And yes—his skill to learn quickly.

You both stare at each other until both break off to extreme giggles. You feel his chest moving behind you as you lean your back to his chest and give him a coy smile, "Wow you learn fast chiqo, look at me all flushed."

"If w*****d's opening any muse employment please let me know," he jokes, giving you the charming lopsided grin as you continue your giggle.

Then you turn, facing him, grinning. Still trapped between the sink and him. He adjusts his position—now only supported by his left palm on the edge of the sink. Giving the both of you room to comfortably.. gaze at each other's eyes.

"And what? Now we're lost in each other's eyes? Are we making a fanfiction or something?" you tease, tilting your head playfully with a crinkled nose.

Bet with me.

An eyebrow raise.. glinting dark brown eyes—bewitching smile.. charming comebacks..

He chuckles and tilts his head, following you. In a flash, with an eyebrow raised, Cavill exaggeratedly supports his chin on his hand and puts his Oscars act back on, muttering, "Hmmmm if you'd give me time to think—”

Now you're giggling nonstop, forgetting all the insecurity you felt just moments ago, thanks to his never-ending clownery to cheer you up. Suddenly, that playful pout of his switches in a blink into a devilish grin as he smugly tease,

"Nah, romcom is more like it."

What the—why he gotta smirk like that and say we're in a romcom—he crazy?! Anyway—

I won the bet again~

Delighted by your reactions, he observes your face intently. He moistens his lips with his tongue, pride jousting through the roof—but to his surprise, you circle your arms behind his neck. Despite the fact that you see his eyes widen, still, you pull him closer, making him gulp.

Nevermind, I'm crazier.

"So.. we're done with the staring.. What do you think gonna happen after?"

Pulling the most seductive attempt you could've ever done to him, you also moisten and bite your lips. Leaving him with a stunned demeanor. Imagine your pride making The King of River High blush like crazy right now. For a while, he keeps staring as he darts his gaze from your fluttering eyes to your full lips. But the moment he fixes himself, in a trice, he pulls your waist closer to him, startling you. You can't help but gasp a little, no longer capable of keeping your cool.

"Maybe.. we could skip the party and.."

He leans closer..

and closer..

His eyes dropping lower..

and lower..

Apparently he's enchanting you, owing to the fact that now your eyes get too heavy, too enticed by him. Now his gaze is fixed on nowhere but your lips. Now you're the one's gulping. As he's getting closer, you're starting to smell his sweet burnt sunkissed skin. And you can't help but let out a whisper,

"..and?"

This moment right now is too alluring, because now your heads start to tilt. Now you can hear his heart's beating faster next to yours, his breathing fasting as he whispers, "and—"

BUZZ! BUZZ!

When his phone breaks loose!

Making the two of you jump from each other so hastily, separating the both of you from your imaginations! You hear Tyler curse under his bated breath and check the damn notification. Disappointment flash through his face as the name of the sender surfaces on the screen,

"Wyatt you son of a—"

"Aaand cut. We got a party to attend to aren't we—"

You hesitate, being the first to retract from his embrace and briskly turn your attention back to the mirror. An attempt to rearrange your composure—to sort out your feelings.

Phew, cross the rom–and comedy is all we get. Well.. a little bit disappointed but—wait what? Hell no! I'm not disappointed! Anyway—it's not like we're going to actually kiss.

...

right..?

No. Stop hallucinating Emilia Winters! Ew this is Tyler Cavill? The guy who drooled every time he sleeps even until he's 9 years old? Girl bye.