Cinderella my Ass

He doesn\'t want to show his face

I rolled my eyes at Jasmine while she kept talking and talking about that hot guy she met... it was giving me a headache. Okay I get it. The guy was hot. He kissed very well and your date was wonderful. But please give me a break.

The first time she talked to me about her date, I was curious and heard her every single word. But she would bring that date up every possible moment. You could be shitting and she would look at you like a weirdo and say: "Oh. You know? He went in the bathroom when we were in this restaurant. And when he came back he sat in front of me smiling like a freaking angel would...." You could be just eating your lunch and she would still look at you and say: "You don"t know how to eat. He ate so perfectly..." and blah blah blah. Give me a break for God"s sake.

But since Jasmine couldn"t hear my pleading thoughts, she kept talking. I wasn"t paying attention anyway so I just got lost on my own thoughts.

A part of me was hoping to find Midnight there when I would wake up. Next to me. Smiling. I would be able to see his face... But he wasn"t there. He had left. Of course he had left. He couldn"t stay there the whole night. I knew I would never see him during the day. It was like he belonged to the night. He as part of it.

What if he wasn"t real at all? What if my mind made him up? But then I remembered the box of ice cream next to my bed when I woke up. He was real.

It scared me that I haven"t seen his face. Even though I kept saying to myself that his face didn"t matter to me, I would always find myself imagining it. For some reasons I imagined him with dark brown hair and warm chocolate eyes. Always wearing black clothes. Maybe it had to do with the fact that I called him Midnight. That was the reason why I imagined him like that... dark, mysterious, scary... and yet beautiful, a living fantasy full of wonderful dreams and millions of stars lightning his figure... his personality.

What scared me about not seeing his face was the fact that I was scared that the whole this was a dream and I would wake up on some point. Seeing his face would make all of this more real. More believing. Why he didn"t want me to know who he was? Didn"t he trust me?

"Ryder! Are you even hearing at what am I saying?" Jasmine said with a voice that made me slam my forehead against the wall.

"I"m sorry. But I have heard this so many times Jass. I don"t want to hear about it anymore." I said trying to sound polite. She was my and only friend, but sometimes she was very annoying. I went to the cinema with the crush of my life and I haven"t talked about it like she was doing. Fair enough the reason why I wasn"t rumbling about what happened with Aiden was that I hurt him, by trying to don"t s**t myself, while I was screaming like I had came out of the move The Scream, but anyway...

"Fine. What do you want to do?"

We were in my room. Since last night we were both too busy having a date with a hot guy and scared shitless (I"m the last one), Jasmine came over me tonight.

"Well..." I grinned at her taking my phone in my hand. "Lets text Marcus."

Marcus was the guy sitting behind me at Biology. A few days before, his phone number ended up on my hands and I couldn"t resist it and prank him. I had texted him ever since. In the beginning it looked like I was flirting but I got creepier text after text. On purpose of course.

Jasmine grinned at me as I texted him.

You looked hot today ;)

After two minutes of waiting and giggling he answered.

What?

Your ass looked perfect.

Who the hell are you?

I know where you live.

What the f**k!!! What the f**k do you want from me?

You... Me... Your bed... Naked. Think about it. ;)

What the... Are you a stalker?

Join my cult or I will blow up your house.

WHAT???

I couldn"t keep it anymore. I burst out in laughs while Jasmine joined me. The poor guy was terrified of me since I sent him a couple of photos I had made him during lunch and while he was sleeping during class. After that the whole flirt thing that was in the beginning vanished and he threatened me a couple of times. But in the end he would always be scared of me shitless. I felt bad for him really, but it was too hard to resist it.

You have to admit it thought it was funny. I know that I was being mean. Acting like a psychopath. Some of you would say I had gone crazy. But no. I haven"t gone crazy. I was crazy. I just went normal time to time. Even though I was shy and nervous around Aiden, and with Midnight I have been serious those couple of times I have met him but in reality I was like this.

I don"t mean a psychopath. I was crazy, clumsy, awkward, a public embarrassment, freaking funny... the time I was with Jasmine I was these things. When I was with Aiden, I was these plus nervous and unable to speak two words with a proper grammar.

Thinking about Aiden... I didn"t see him today. Maybe he was trying to avoid me. Was I that bad? Did I scarred him away?

A light knock came from the window and my heartbeat became faster. I looked at Jasmine. She didn"t hear it as she was laughing her ass off at the freaked out Marcus texting like crazy.

The knock again.

This time Jasmine heard it. She turned her head to the window and I knew I was blushing. "What was that?" To her all of this was scary. It was the middle of the night. All the lights were off, and someone was knocking on my window.

I walked to the window slowly not hearing at Jasmine. "What the hell Ryder? What are you doing? It can be a psychopath."

I opened the window facing with the hooded face and two lips smiling at me. Even though I could feel Jasmine"s terrified eyes on me, I couldn"t help and don"t smile back at Midnight. "Hi." He whispered and my smile became wider.

Forgetting that my best friend was in the same room with me, focusing only at the fact that he was here to meet me again, I stepped back and let him in.

"What the actual hell!!!" Jasmine hissed and ran to the wall to switch the lights on when she saw Midnight entering my room . My eyes widened and ran to stop her. I managed to stop her when her hand was on the switcher. "Don"t." My voice sounded pleading.

"Who the hell is he Ryder? What is he doing in your room in the middle of the night?"

I pulled her away from the switcher and sat her on my bed while her eyes were glued to the dark figure of Midnight. He was staying against the wall not moving at all. I was pretty sure he was looking at me and Jasmine as well.

"He is... my friend." I said and looked at Midnight. A smile escaped my lips when I saw him. He was standing near the window so the light from the street lighted up his face, but the hood covered the half of it. I could see only his lips smiling back at me. He wasn"t angry with me for having Jasmine knowing about him. That just made me feel relieved.

"Who the hell are you?" This time she asked Midnight. He just shrugged not talking at all. I bit a laugh at his actions.

"He is Midnight." I answered for him and Jasmine looked at me like I had gone insane. Her eyes looked at me and then to Midnight and then back to me.

"He is your f**k buddy!!!" Jasmine gasped and I felt like having a heart attack. "You didn"t even told me you weren"t a virgin anymore you b***h!"

I placed my hand on her mouth to stop her from talking more bullshits. If she continued I would have serious problems with my heart. Midnight on the other hand was choking badly from the shock. I don"t blame him.

"What the hell Jass? He is only my friend." She stared at me for what looked like years. And then shrugged. Like "I don"t believe you, but I don"t care that much" shrug. She can"t just do that.

I looked at Midnight who refused to talk in front of Jasmine for some reasons. He gestured for me to go to him. Not even questioning it, I walked to him. His face came closer to me. His lips brushed against my ear as he whispered. "I better get go." I hated those words.

"But..." My voice sounded sad and disappointed.

"Sit!" Jasmine commanded as she walked to us. Midnight"s hands went to his hood like he was scared that Jasmine would show his face. Looking at his lips frowning and his actions, I knew how much he didn"t want me to see his face. That made me sad. Why? Why he didn"t believe me?

"Sit dude!" Jasmine said sitting on the floor. Midnight turned his head to her and then to me, before sitting in the floor, leaned against the wall.

I sat as well and stared at my crazy friend. What was she trying to do? She was staring at Midnight with narrowed eyes as her eyebrows looked like they were trying to touch each other. "Why he isn"t taking off his hood? I want to see his face."

I bit my lower lip and looked down on the floor. "He doesn"t want to show his face." My eyes looked up at Midnight. For some reasons I thought he would be looking at Jasmine, but his head was actually turned to me. His lips formed a small frown.

"What do you mean? You haven"t seen his face?" Jasmine said in disbelief. I nodded still looking at Midnight. Our eyes were glued to each other. Well mine were more like staring at his lips. It was the only thing I could see from his face and tell what kind of emotion was hidden under that hood.

"And why are you calling him Midnight? Is he...."

"I don"t know his name too. It"s a nickname." I cut her off making her face turn into pure shock. Maybe it was stupid to be friends with someone whose face I have never seen. With someone whose name I never heard... with a stranger... But the thought of not seeing him, of pushing him away looked so... I didn"t want even to think about it.

"I"m leaving. Seriously this is too much." Jasmine said getting up and walked to the door. "You will tell me everything after he leaves. I will be in the kitchen." And with that said she left me and Midnight alone. I knew she would eat everything I had in the kitchen, but I wasn"t caring too much about it right now.

"What colour are your eyes?" I found myself asking him. My hands were playing with the edge of my shirt, not daring to look at him.

"Why do you want to know?" His soft voice asked me. I knew I was blushing and I thanked God for being night so he couldn"t see me.

"So I can imagine them." I said and looked up to him. His lips smiled at me. I wanted so much to see his eyes.

Midnight walked away from the window and took of his hood. I stood still in my place eying his every move. He sat on the other side of my bedroom in the middle of the darkness, where I wouldn"t have the chance to see his face. Wanting to be near him, I got up and walked to him. "I would tell you... if I wasn"t scared that you might find out who I am."

"What"s the problem with that?" I frowned. His hand brushed away from my face some hair, his fingers touching my face lightly on the process.

"I want you to know this side of me, before you meet the other side. I want you to know the side of me no one knows. That part of me that I try to hide from everyone. I want you to see it Ry. And if you will still want to meet me after that, I promise I will tell you who I am."