The Bad Boy is my enemy

Chapter 8 || Kiss You

**Zaiden’s POV**

“You’re useless. You’re completely useless to me. I wish you never existed in this world. You are the greatest mistake of my life Zaiden,” my dad’s voice echoes on my mind when she says that.

“What did you say? What the hell did you say just now?” I shout at her with the tremendously horrible voice.

She just provoked me with the most hateful sentence I have always detested to hear.

“You’re deserve to be thrown away like that f*****g empty bottle,” she says with her eyes completely locked on mine. She doesn’t have fear in those eyes. They are fearless and confident. Her blue eyes becomes more darker with her confidence.

“Tell me again,” I grip her on her waist painfully this time without realization. I am just burning in extreme rage and I don’t tend to see anything beside my anger.

“Are you deaf, Mr. Rodriguez? Do you think I am a cassette player who would repeat herself again and again on you order?” she shouts at me and tries to get away from me.

I don’t know why she hates me so much. I am not sure whether that is just her own character or something else igniting on her against me.

“Where do you think you’re going? Answer me before you leave from here,” I say as I clasp her hair with my hands.

“Ahh…,” she cries but she doesn’t give up.

“You know what you will always be a monster in my eyes. A satan in my eyes,” she says leaning forward to me. Her red painted lips shivers with so much of confident in them.

“And you aren’t a goddess yourself,” I say as I pull her towards me but she bites my hands and runs away from me towards the sea.

I am all boiled up in anger. I see her running away towards the sea but I don’t stop her. I don’t even care whether she knows how to swim or dies in there.

“Go to hell, you little stubborn girl,” I swear to her and try to walk away from her when I hear her voice of help.

I try not to hear her voice. I should just ignore a proud and so much stubborn girl by herself and walk away from her.

But her pleading screams couldn’t let me walk away from her. I try really hard but I couldn’t forward my steps away from her.

“f**k! Ariana,” I say as I peel up my T-shirt out from my body and run towards the sea.

She just provoked the most sensitive topic of my life. She just made me unhappy and was completely rude to me but even after that I couldn’t help myself from ignoring her voice for help.

I quickly grab her from the sea and swim back with her. She is unconscious and lying on the sand.

“Ariana! Ariana!” I shout at her, gently slap her cheeks and shake her body but she doesn’t speak at all.

Fuck!

I can’t just let her die like this. I can’t let another one person to die in front of me. I have to save her. I absolutely have to save her. My mind shouts as loudly as it could.

“Ariana! Wake up! Just wake the f**k up,” I rub her body when she is still senseless. I press her chest for quite some minutes and pinch her nose and send my breaths into her mouth and after couple of time, she coughs out water from her mouth.

Finally, I feel relieved. I fall on the sand next to her being so much grateful for her living. I breathe in long the fresh beach air and close my eyes.

I have never done this. I have never saved anyone like this.

I have always kept myself away from everyone. I haven’t let anyone to peak at my life, to give so much interest in my life. They have always been stranger to me and I peek them through the thick walls built between me and them.

But with her, everything sounds different. I find myself becoming not myself when I am with her.

“You…saved me?” I hear her voice and open my eyes.

“No comments,” I say.

“You don’t know swimming?” I ask.

“I know. I know to do everything but maybe I drank lots of it that I got cramps in the sea,” she says. I turn to her side and look at her under the red moonlight touching on her skin.

Her makeup is washed. Her black liner is slightly smudged around her eyes but she looks amazingly beautiful with her beautiful smudged eyes. Her former red lipstick is quite faded than before but she still looks pretty.

“What are you staring at? Am I that beautiful that you keep staring at me?” she says as she suddenly turns her head towards me. Her voice is still bold and it is still full of confidence. Our eyes get locked with each other, but she turns her eyes to another direction quickly.

I turn over my body to her and stretch my hands to touch her skin. I so f*****g want to touch her and feel her skin. And that was the desire since I have seen her from the very first time and now I think nothing could stop me.

My hands senses her skin. It is smooth and so soft but somewhat tighter than other girl’s skin like she has been on sports for a long time.

“You do sports,” I ask her.

She looks at me and doesn’t answer for a long time like she doesn’t want to tell about it and turns her head away from me.

“It’s been long I haven’t seen this beautiful scene,” she says as she closes her eyes.

I look at her sub-conscious view. She is quite hard to resist and I am already giving up my patience for her.

“Ariana… May I ki..,” I hesitate to ask her. I have never asked any girls to kiss in my whole life but her lips are turning me so much mad right now. They are making me insane and are turning me on completely.

She looks at me with her eyes hooked intensely on mine and she pulls me to her pressing her lips on mine.