Yours Unconditionally

Where does all the confidence go when you need it?

"Are you sure you want to do this?" the dark-haired guy in the driving seat asked me one more time. His chocolate brown eyes were asking me to think this through. But here's the point, I've made my decision.

"Tristan, there's a popular saying you might have heard of. If Aricia Kingsley wants something, she gets it. Always," I reminded him in a sassy tone and he rolled his eyes. "Just be careful, okay? I don't want you to come to me with a broken heart," my best friend warned. "C'mon, Tris. You worry too much. No man has ever been able to resist my charms," I said applying a coat of nude pink lipstick, wiping off the extra before giving myself a dazzling smile in the mirror.

"Just watch and learn," flipping my brown hair, I made my way towards the familiar face among the group of guys I could only assume to be the senior year. Luck had been on my side when I had asked Tristan to find the guy I had been losing my sleep over.

Within half a day, he showed up on my door with a name, a place and a 'You don't know what you're asking for'.

Standing there, only a couple of feet away from him, I knew exactly what I had been asking for.

"Hi. Can I have a moment with Edmund Grayson?" I asked in a sweet voice, making all the heads turn in my direction. All but one.

Taking his time, he stood up. His tall figure hovering over me, with his back facing me. It all happened in slow motion like time was teasing me, making me wait until I could see him once again. All the confidence I had been bestowing turned into dust the second those hazel eyes met mine. A hint of recognition flashed over his face and he c****d his eyebrow. I think he has a habit of doing.

"Hi. I'm Aricia Kingsley, from that day in the alley," I said clutching the strap of my handbag tightly for support. The looks and sounds coming from his friends weren't helping either. "Yeah, I remember. Edmund Grayson," he said simply, while I shifted nervously on my feet.

Bloody hell. Where does all the confidence go when you need it?

Ignoring all the flustering I was going through, I decided to continue. "Actually, I just wanted to say that I shouldn't have judged you like that. I thought you were hurting him."

"No, I wasn't going to hurt him. I was just buying some time for the cops to arrive," he clarified, and I nodded understandingly. A small smile appeared on my lips. "Is that all you wanted to talk about?" he asked with a neutral expression, giving nothing away. Is he bothered? Was he expecting something else?

"Yes," I replied, and he started to turn back. As my hand acquired a mind of its own, I grabbed his arm to stop him. His eyes snapped to my hand on his arm and I immediately let it go. "I mean, no," I said quickly, and he turned back to me. "Actually, there is something I've been wanting to ask you. Would you like to go out with me?" I asked finally.

"No," he said deadpan. What?! "But you didn't even think about it," I complained, and he took a step closer to me. His eyes fixed on me, holding me in a place with a mere gaze. I could feel the heat radiating through his body, his scent intoxicating me in a way that made me feel weak in the knees. "No," he said in a deep husky voice before he stepped away, leaving me all breathless.

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"How did it go?" Tristan asked as I stepped into the BMW, still taking deep breaths to let go of all the emotions hijacking my mind. With another deep breath, I turned to him with a confident smile.

"He's just playing hard to get. But it's not long before I break his walls," I announced, and he let out a sigh. "Alright, then how are we going to do that?" he asked while I fastened my seat belt. "For that, we're going to need the Plan B," I said with a wry smile making Tristan start the engine, letting it roar back to life.