Buer

CHAPTER 4 - BUER

"Excuse me ?" August had no idea what the man in front of her was blabbering. When he looked at her, she realised that he had green eyes. So pretty.

"I said that maybe I should drive you." Helping her get into the car was one thing. Offering to drive her was another. There was no way she was telling this stranger her address.

"Thank you again for your help but I can manage to drive." She said again, in hopes that he would leave.

The large man simply deposited her to the next seat and himself in the drivers.

"Dude, what the hell?" Her hand went inside her purse, ready to call the cops.

"I mean no harm. All I will do is drop you off to your house."

"How will get back then?"

Sometimes she couldn't believe that she is so smart. Mentally August gave herself a pat on the back.

"I'll call a taxi."

That's how she found herself in her car, being driven to her house by a stranger.

"May I know your name?" She asked him. It was fair enough that she knew his name.

"My name is August."

"Buer."

What ? "Excuse me?"

"Buer. Like your but with a b."

August stared at the man for some time. It didn't help that his name sounded strange but exotic as well.

"That's a different name. Its beautiful." When he was silent, she continued. "Though I have no idea what that meant. I mean, its better than being named after a month."

Beside me Buer still didn't give any reaction. "Do you think I'm a psycho?"

That statement caught his attention. "What is a psycho?"

She realised that his English was not fluent. He sounded like a foreigner. His accent as old as the cast members of a historical drama. Thanks to Netflix for that knowledge.

That sounded absurd and she let it go as soon as it was formed. August had more pressing matters at the hand. Like explaining the beast the meaning of psycho. How to pass school and right now not to get caught by her grandmother.

"Can you please stop the car?" There was enough light on the streets for them to look at each other clearly.

The man did as she said. Her grandma did have her daily dose of sleeping pills. That however doesn't guarantee that she may wake up to take a piss and catch her in a car with a man. There was no way August would be able to explain it. Especially with a man staring at her as she were a psycho. That reminded her.

"Well, a psycho is a term for a mad person."

"Are you mentally unstable ?"

"No. I just meant it as a slang for someone who behaves abnormally." August should be offended at his insult. However, he doesn't look that he meant it as an insult. He genuinely looked lost. Like a puppy. A giant puppy.

"Thank you for the clarification."

"I should go in." She held out her hand to shake. "Thank you for all the help."

The moment the man's hand touched hers, she felt a current pass through it. Just like in the books and movies.

"Wow."

"What happened Ange?" The man lightly pressed her shoulder which caused the sensation to escalate.

"Do you not feel the spark?" August would have enjoyed the comical expression on his face if she wasn't so embarrassed. What was she thinking? Hitting on a very older man! But she was a teenager. This was the time to be idiotic and take regretful decisions.

Between her emotional breakdown, she was unaware that the man had taken her into his arms. Causing the sparks to almost give her a heart attack.

Not to forget, he smelled so good. Like a rare flower. Which surprisingly doesn't make him less of a man.

"Are you alright?"

No, she wasn't. August wanted to shout at the bear like man. That's what she would call him in her mind. Bear.

"It's getting late. You should go home." It was incredibly rude of her towards a man who helped her reach home safely. "I mean thank you for all the help. If my grandmother wakes up, she'll kill me." August kept glancing at her house for good measure. Just to make sure that her grandma doesn't surprise herself and August.

Buer was confused. His ange has displayed a dozen emotions which almost gave him a whiplash. She was scared, then attracted to them followed by some time in her dreamland and lastly she wanted her to leave him alone. It was rude but she was a child. He would let it slide, for now.

"You should go in." The statement came out harder than he had intended it to be. Ange's face was distraught. That look broke his heart. "I didn't mean it to come out rude chérie. You said that your grandmother will be disappointed if she comes to know."

He got out of the car and helped her out. She still had some difficulty walking.

“Should I lift you?” This time, Buer deemed that it would be polite to ask for permission and then take her in his arms, no matter how much it was itching him to do so.

“Dude, no. I can walk. Just get me my keys and purse.” He did as instructed.

"Thanks again." Then, she was off strutting off in her short dress, his eyes glued to her bottom. It made him feel like a pervert. The irony was that the age difference between them made him a pervert even if Ange was her grandmother’s age.

Buer watched as she switched on the light to her house. Could hear as she took off her shoes, the jacket falling on the ground and last, her moan of pain.

It was obvious that she was in pain and him, being a master healer was unable to do anything for his Ange.

Deciding that standing in the cold would do him no good, he made it back to hotel in ten minutes. The whole place was silent except for a few moans, groans and snores. All three from Kron’s room. Oh, sometimes that man made him smile.

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August was in pain by the time she woke up the next morning. Thank God that it was a sunday or she would have for sure missed school. Missing school was one thing she couldn’t afford.

“Grandma?” She could smell butter and strawberry as she walked down the stairs. That was probably the only useful talent August had. A sense of smell as sharp as a dog.

“Grandma?” She called out again when the kitchen was empty. There was a steaming plate of pancakes with butter sauce and cream and fruit. Yummy AF!

There was also a not on the fridge. She waddled her way to the note. It read - I’m going to the city for some work. Will be back by noon.

Great! The pain in her ankle was almost killing her.

August rang up her Grandma but the phone was at home. That now left her in pain and without medication. This was going to be one shitty Sunday. So she did the one thing she does on every weekend. Open netflix on her TV, take her breakfast and lay on the couch till her whole body turns numb.

Somewhere between Noah Centino and Jacob Elordi, she fell asleep on the couch with the plate on the floor.

“August, get up. Darling wake up.” The light shaking woke her up from some really delicious dreams.

“What?” In front of her was another another delicious man. Buer. Wait, was she dreaming? Because there was no way that the man was in front of her.

When the ankle started throbbing, she realised that this ain’t a dream.

“How did you get in?” August took the nearest thing in her hand which was of course the breakfast plate. Answer before I call the cops. Seemingly impossible task as her cell was charging in her room.

“I didn’t break in. Your grand-mère left the door open.” That was definitely something her grandmother would do. Time and again, August reminded her but the old woman shrugged it off. Asking why would anyone enter their house!

The man down on the floor and still didn’t have to look up to speak. “I come with medicines. I believe that your ankle is sprained.”

He held her ankle with the lightest tenderness possible, opened the container that held paste which looked medieval at it’s best and gently rubbed it all over her ankle.

“Apply this three times a day. Cover it with a gauze if you are travelling outside and wear shoes and not heels.”

“Are you a doctor?”

“A healer.”

There were ten different judgemental remarks on the tip of her tongue but she refrained herself. Instead she tried to get up. But a bad ankle and bad balance meant falling on the face. Or in this case, falling on the man in front of her.