Chasing Hell

Chapter IV: The Freaking Kiss Was His Kind OF Fun. Dammit!

CHAPTER FOUR: The Freaking Kiss Was His Kind OF Fun. Dammit!

“Hey Heavs. Wake up.” I heard a voice calling my name out. My head’s throbbing and my neck’s kinda sored. Like I banged my head on the concrete wall for a couple of times.

“Hey! Wake up, Heather!” someone nudged me and I opened my eyes to see Errine’s fuming face. I worked my hand through my hair as I massaged my throbbing head. Jeez! This is the first time that I ever felt such massive headache.

“What happened?” I asked in a husky voice. I really don’t like my voice every time I wake up. It’s like super hoarse. My voice a little hoarse on a normal condition, but it’s intensified on every waking morning.

“I don’t know. You tell me.” she said with confusion evident on her face. She’s posing like my Mom who catches me sneaking out late at night. So is Errine, motherly? She’ll be a very pretty mom, I bet.

I looked around and found myself on the couch. I am in our dormhouse now. The last thing I remembered was I was at a party. Yes, a party. And every party has a wallflower. And what do you know, it’s me. Hurrah!

Beers.

Chips.

Drunken dancers.

Blonde guy.

Devil’s kiss.

Wait. Devil’s kiss? Oh God!

I jumped off from the couch with so much disbelief as I recall what happened last night. I scanned my whole body and examined if something in me is hurting. Because I don’t like what I’m thinking right now. My pervie mind’s in an overtime. It works quite well now. Jeez! Could that have happened? I mean, I was maybe drunk last night, I freaking don’t remember some of the happenings! What if the Satan took advantage of my vulnerable state, and... and... Oh God! I can’t even mention that nasty word! Jeez!

“What’s the matter? Did something happen?” Errine said, still with confusion evident in her face.

Yeah. What happened?

As I dug into what happened, I could still remember what happened...

“This is actually my kind of fun.” he inched closer and the next thing I knew is that a soft flesh rested on my lips. He...He’s kissing me.

I am in deep trance as I realize that the Satan’s kissing me.

So this is how it felt like being kissed by a Satan. It’s very...overwhelming.

And I kind of... liked it.

He deepened the kiss as his hands cupped my face. Moving slowly and softly, he brushed his lips on mine. He savoured me like I’m his favourite dish. I can tell he’s pretty much an expert on this aspect. I can’t tell that I’m a noob when it comes to this, but I’m a fast learner.

I gasped when I felt his warm hand on my bare skin. I tried to protest but it’s like something in me is trying to counter that thought. And boy how I love the touch of his flesh on mine. The volt of electricity that travels throughout my body overwhelms me, big time. It’s like I’m being energized, which is the total opposite of what others feel which is being weak on this type of situation.

A moan escaped my mouth, and I didn’t expect I did that. All I know is what’s happening right now, I like it. Call me a b***h or whatever, what the hell, he’s like so seductive that my guard’s gradually being stomp on.

“Eherm...” I heard someone. I opened my eyes to see Skye not far from us, holding two red cups of what I assume is beer. His face’s worth a thousand bucks. He’s shocked and dumbstruck.

I immediately recoiled from the Satan. “Oh my god.” I muttered to myself after I realize what I had done. Oh my freaking god! I totally made-out with the Satan. Oh how gracious I am to grimace at those who are literally devouring each other, and there I found myself being one of them. Just what the f**k am I thinking? What the hell got in my head?

Beer got in your head, twit! Answered my oh so concerned alter ego. Way to go. At least something in me thinks well enough.

I pushed Hell away from me and we’re panting after a soul-stealing...kiss.

“Great timing, buddy. Way to go.” said Hell to Skye while tapping his shoulder. I can’t tell how Hell looked when he said that because his back’s on me. All I know is there’s a hint of sarcasm and pinch of frustration in Hell’s voice.

“Ohh. My bad. Sorry I interrupted your...” Skye paused for a while, maybe he’s trying to dig out the appropriate word. ”..intimacy.” he continued.

My eyes widened at what he said. My face suddenly felt a little feverish as I realize it’s really humiliating. Well, I know, in Hell’s daily routine, making out with a girl is a permanent thing. But not on Heaven’s itinerary. This thing really is so not supposed to happen.

But it did. And you liked it, tomato-faced girl. Said my alter ego. Urgh. Will you stop resurfacing? You’re getting too annoying for my liking.

Maybe you should start acting normal and I’ll think about it. She answered. Oh bummer.

“We’re not sharing an... intimate something,” I said so loud but I think that got mixed on the loud music in this party.

Jeez! I must mark this day as Hell’s Day. Because this sure is something worth remembering and treasured.

Not.

“Of course we do, Blondie. Like what I told you, you’re mine. And that was my definition of fun.” a wicked smirk was plastered on his face right now, and I would die just to wipe that smirk from his face!

“I am not yours, perv!” I yelled at him and was about to hit him but he held my right hand and cupped his hand on my face.

“Don’t call me a pervert, Blondie. I might snap and show you how perverted I am.” he said with an emphasis on the ‘P’ word.

I shuddered at what he said. Oh my god! I shouldn’t have said that. Stupid mouth! I shouldn’t have called him names. I might get into real trouble if I continue this. But he’s been calling me names too!

Yeah. But not as bad as what you call him. Said Ae. I’ll call my Alter Ego, Ae. Seriously, Ae? Whose side are you on?

I looked around and again, Hell’s nowhere to be found. Well that was actually...convenient. I can breathe freely, though I inhaled cigar smoke and mixed perfumes. Jeez! I wanna get the hell outta here and breathe something fresh.

“So you and Hell, huh?” Skye said while handing me the red cup of beer. I took it and gulped before answering.

“No way, milkyway! I don’t think that’s wise. I mean, it’s like were the total opposite. He’s the vulgar one and I’m...” I paused, trying to think of an appropriate word.

“You’re what?” Skye asked with a grin on his face. Like he’s thinking that I am way too overboard about what happened earlier.

“...modest.” I hurriedly answered but with no confidence at all. That even came out rough.

Ha! Modest?! Should I start laughing now? Cut the crap, Ae. Just be on my side, for now.

No way, parfait! Not in your lifetime. Oh god.

“Modest? Wow. That’s just.. That’s not what I saw earlier. You practically exchanged saliva with the Satan.” he stifled a laughter. One that really made my face red. The red cup might be too ashamed to see how red I am. The way he said and I quote, exchanged saliva with the Satan, was epic! That term was so genius. Haha.

I found amusement at what he said, though I also find it quite funny on my part. That’s why he’s almost crying his eyeballs out ‘cause of laughing. But I must say, Skye’s laughter is so addictive. It’s so crunchy, (if that’s really the term) Hahaha. But heck, his laughter’s contagious.

“Hey! Come on! Stop laughing!” I said while giving him light punches while laughing also. When he doesn’t seem to want to stop, I decided to just drown myself with my beer. I gulped its bitter taste until the last drop. Jeez! The beer’s so good.

Someone passed by, holding two red cups and I snatched one from him and gave him my sweetest smile. I gulped again and devoured myself in the alcohol.

“Whoa there, Missy. You drink too much already. Enough.” Skye said after he snatched the red cup from my hand and put it on the table next to him. Oh no! My cup! That’s still 3/4 full!

“Oh come on, Skye. Don’t be such a killjoy and hand over my drink.” I said while on the verge of hiccupping. Really? Do I have this very low alcohol tolerance to feel tipsy already?

“Enough beer, Heaven.” he said in a very serious tone. I stiffened and let out a hiccup.

“But I wanna drink.” I said then pouted. He looked at me with a very serious face. Why’s everybody trying to take over my life and tell me what to do?

“I said you’ve had enough.” his voice’s even manlier than before. And boy, was it music to me ears. His voice was way better than that conceited, evil-thinking, conniving, handsome sexy Satan! Jeez!

“Fine. But you must bring me water. Because I would really love to drink water.” I said rather tipsy. I sure can tell that I’m over my limit when it comes to alcohol consumption. I swear, I would never ever dare to taste those bitter drinks again. I swear.

Not.

He sighed. ”Fine. But just stay right here. Don’t you dare go stealing someone else’s beer again. Or I’ll stuff the spout of the draft beer on your mouth and literally drown you.” he said in pure authority.

“Okay.” I said and raised my hand in an act of defeat.

He turned around but faced me again. ”Don’t move.” he reminded.

“Not even a pinkie.” I said sarcastically.

He started walking away from me. All I did was to look at the other party people in the house as they savoured the beer from their red cup. My my, aren’t we jealous? Shut this crap already.

Skye. I think I heard that name somewhere else before. I just couldn’t remember where. All I know is someone mentioned that name. Jeez! Why’s my brain so slow in memorizing names?

I looked around and still the same scene never fails to make me grimace and shudder in complete disgust. I scanned my eyes through the crowd, hoping to see a brown-haired guy grinding himself onto some random chick in this party. But I failed. He’s nowhere to be found again. Why the heck am I even looking for him? Not that I want to see him. I just wanna know if he’s still here. Or probably gone home and spend the rest of his youthful days regretting he ever kissed a Heaven Wessler.

I’ve waited for a couple of minutes for my water, but no sign of Skye came. Not even the sight of his blonde hair. Jeez. What’s taking him so long? It’s not like he extracted water from the sss Rainforest. I am so damn parched!

After ages of waiting, Skye finally is in front of me. He’s holding a water bottle and he handed it to me.

“Thanks.” I said then began to drink the water like it’s the first time I tasted it from a long journey on Sahara.

“Boy that was refreshing.” I said in total satisfaction after I finished drinking it in one single gulp. Not. Haha. That was just an exaggeration. Now, put that on Heaven Wessler’s character book, I tend to exaggerate. Haha.

“You’re really one heck of an extraordinary girl, Heaven.” he praised as he looked at me in the eyes. He’s so handsome. And if you’d ask me, he’s close to my ideal type of guy. Now now, we wouldn’t want to enumerate my ideal guy ‘cause young Brad Pitt or young Tom Cruise would be envious of him. Hahaha. I’ll keep it a secret. Let’s say that he’s extraordinarily non-existing. Hahaha.

“Course I am.” I said proudly then threw the water bottle on the trash bin.

“Now that’s some modesty in there.” he said then laughed again. He took emphasis on the modesty word. Yeah, I know that word’s not really convincing. I was being modest from saying modesty. What? That was certainly not an A+ sentence construction. Bummer.

Skye’s still laughing and some of the people passing are throwing us weird looks like we’re some kind of crazy people lost in the street. We’re like completely utter idiots.

“Drop the issue on that, Skye. Please.” I said in frustration after seeing how hilarious he made me.. Looks like modesty isn’t in my feature, huh?

He stopped laughing and looked at me. He’s trying so hard not to snort but failed. As he snorted like an angry gorilla. This guy’s unbelievable! But adorable.

“Hey Heaven, are you here by yourself?” he asked while wiping the tears that are forming on his eyes.

“Uh...” I paused. If I tell him Hell practically dragged me to this party, he might laugh at me again. ”Y-Yeah... Well technically speaking, I am not really all by myself in here. I might have someone with me.” I answered.

“Who?” He asked. He cooled down from the gag show he laughed at. Which was really my MODESTY?

“Well, if you don’t consider yourself ‘someone’, then apparently, I am all by myself.” I said smugly.

“Nice.” he said. “But it’s getting late, you should be in your dorm.” he said with concern.

“Yeah. I guess you are right.” I mumbled. “I think I should go.” I said then smiled at him.

“I’ll take you there.” he offered.

“Oh no no. I’ll be fine. I wouldn’t want to ruin your night.” I said while gesturing my hands to a no.

“I insist.” he pushed.

“Al lright.” I said in defeat. But hey it’s so nice of him.

We walked our way to my dormhouse. Upon arriving there, I offered him to come inside. Maybe have a cup of tea or coffee, to warm ourselves with. Because, really, it’s so cold. But he hesitated. He said it’s too late and that I have to rest.

“Goodnight, Heaven.” he said sweetly.

“Goodnight.” i greeted back. And then he’s off.

I went inside the dormhouse and sat on the couch. Phew! So much happened today. And I’m so so tired.

Then I drifted to sleep.

(End of Flashback)

So that’s what happened last night? Phew. I really thought I crossed the dead end of my pure and fresh days. What a relief.

I looked at the clock and its 12:48 in the morning.

“What are you doing in the couch?” Errine asked eagerly as she sat right next to me.

“I slept on it. Okay? Like that’s a big deal again.” I said while massaging my head again because it’s really throbbing.

“Yeah, I know that. You don’t have to fill me in with the given. And boy you sure reek of alcohol, Heavs. Where have you been? I haven’t seen you after the sky lantern thingy.” Errine asked.

Should I tell her? That it’s Hell again? Jeez. This is becoming too hard. This is all because of that effin’ Hell Guy! It’s like he’s making everything hard for me.

“I... I...” I couldn’t find any words to say. s**t.

“Wait! Were you...” she eyed me meaningfully. I just gave her a grimace. ”Hell again, isn’t it?” she figured. I let out a deep sigh then nodded.

“I thought so. What the hell, Heavs. I told you, he’s dangerous.” she fumed. Ohh. My friend here is really concerned about me.

“Yeah. I know, Errine. But I couldn’t do anything. He dragged me to this party.” I said in my defense.

Errine sighed. ”And what happened at the party?” she asked with raised brow.

“Well... We drank beer.” I answered nervously.

“Yeah, and?” she said trying to convince me to tell her more.

“We... We kissed...” I said roughly.

“Okay. You kissed./. Wait! What?! You kissed?! What the—”

“He said it was his kind of fun. We bickered because he left me on the dance floor to let me watch him with a girl and grind their selves with each other. I said that was his definition of fun, leaving me hanging. Then he kissed me and said it was his kind of fun. The freaking kiss was his kind of fun. Damn it!” I said in frustration.

Errine remained silent. The deafening silence is making me insane. Goddammit! Now, my heart’s beating erratically like it’s threatening to break free from my rib cage. Jeez! What the hell’s wrong with me? Thinking about the whole party thing drops my wall of sanity again. I figured, my wall’s not as strong as the Great Wall of China and is as brittle as a wilted leaf. Curse that, Satan! Curse his wickedly handsome face! Curse that soul-stealing kiss!

“How was it?” she suddenly asked.

“What?” I asked back.

“You know... The kiss... Was it magical?” she teased. Wow. Sudden change of mood, yeah? Jeez!

“Errine!” I said in frustration.

“Oh come on, Heavs. Tell me. Was it nice?” Nice? That’s kinda an understatement. It wasn’t just nice. It’s mind-boggling! ”Is he a good kisser?” she continued. Good? Wow. Again that was an understatement. Because, man, the way he kissed me was so awesome that got me carried away.

“Come on. Tell me.” she said impatiently.

I stood up. “I’ll take a shower and I’ll tell you everything later.” I said.

“Sweet. Right, you can use a little shower and toothbrush. You stink, girl. Big time.” she said.

“I know, Errine. Don’t rub it in.” I said then hurried straight to my room.

I opened the lights. And boy was I surprised to see the window open and the curtains flowing along with the wind. I hurried to it and shut the windows close. Maybe we left it open awhile ago because we’re in a hurry.

I went to the comfort room then filled the tub with water. I went out and took my pyjama, cotton shirt and underwear. I went back to CR and stripped down. Stepped onto the tub and pampered myself in a very relaxing water. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the headrest of the tub.

All of a sudden, things that happened awhile ago, came back. And the kiss scene was really fresh in my mind, like it’s happening right now. I can feel his soft lips on mine. The way he touched me. The way he kissed me. It’s like it’s happening. Like right now.

I opened my eyes. And smiled. That was really not just a kiss. But THE KISS.

I stood up then went straight to the shower. Boy, I love the raindrops showerhead of this dormhouse. After I showered and pampered myself, I reached for the towel and wrapped it in my body. I opened the shower curtains and just as when I was I did so, I noticed the door of the comfort room, open. I closed it earlier, right?

Chills went up my spine as I walked out of the comfort room. I took the first thing that I could see and made it as a weapon of defense.

Goosebumps formed in my like ants crawling freely in my body. Because right now, I can see my window open. Yes! It is freaking open! What the fudge is wrong!

I hurried straight to it, strong and cold wind fanned my face as I closed it. Phew! Maybe the wind’s strong for it to be blown open. No need to worry, Heaven.

And right there, on my peripheral vision, I saw a shadow movement. It’s from my balcony.

Oh dear God. What’s happening?

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