fire
1518 Words
Serena
10 minutes had gone since I hung up on him. There was still nothing. I was hoping that Adrian would save me from my dilemma of emotions. For a moment, I was disappointed in myself for believing him.
I mean, would some random guy drive at midnight to meet a girl he barely knew? I was so stupid for trusting him.
Perhaps, I should have stayed in California with my dad.
With Gemma gone, I had no one to live with.
Where will I go?
Stunned at my stupidity, I found my phone buzzing.
It was Adrian.
"Hello?" I whispered into the phone.
"How can I get you? Shall I break through the front door?"
Adrian was saying, his voice stern.
Was he angry?
"Don't. Gemma is in the living room."I managed.
"How can I get you then?" He was asking, demanding even.
I stood silent.
"Do you have a rope?" He asked making me freeze.
"What? A rope? No, I don't have one..." I admitted sheepishly.
"Does your room have any windows?"
"Yeah, there is a little balcony over the right corner, though." I stammered, not knowing what I was doing.
"Throw me your blankets and your bedsheets... I'll be right under your window. Hurry." He demanded and I swiftly opened up the window panes and found a Greek model looking up at me.
He was wearing a thin jacket, his angelic jawline was set, his eyes were piercing through my heart. His hair was in jet black spikes, clearly wet from the drizzle of rain.
"How are you going to get me out?" I texted him.
He was tying.
"I'm not going to get you out. I'm going to come to you."
"But how?"
"Just throw me your bedsheets and your blankets. I'm going to make a rope from them."
I threw every blanket and every bedsheet I could find in the room. I watched him tying the blankets together and making knots at places. He seemed to have done this earlier.
Gosh... what was I thinking?
I was not even thinking right. How could I let a guy get into my own house at the middle of the night?
Why? I kept asking myself.
Finally, the cloth rope was made. Adrian threw me the cloth so that I could tie it to the pillar of the balcony.
"Are you sure this won't break?" I texted him again.
"I don't know. I've only seen this in movies."
He smiled with me. Even in the pitch black darkness, his smile was making me dazzled and happy.
Then he was climbing the clothe rope. I held onto it so tight. At instances, the poor cloth freaked out, crying out that it couldn't take any more of the pain of being torn. But I held onto it. I didn't want Adrian to fall.
It was a 10 feet fall. So if he fell, he might end up cracking his backbone. I was so anxious for him.
Clinging onto the feeble rope, I could quite see his face. He was looking at me, he was looking at me as if he didn't know where he was or what he was doing.
As for me, I felt overwhelmed. I felt honored.
I felt as if I had company.
Adrian was finally at the edge of the rope. In seconds I found him in the balcony beside me, panting.
Our faces were inches apart and I found myself trying to hold back my tears.
"Hey, I came to you. What's wrong?" He was asking me, his hands all over my shoulders.
"I can't do this anymore." I said, crying so hard.
Suddenly, Adrian was hugging me. It was so unexpected that I was caught off guard. His warmth was conquering my walls, my protective shield. I wanted to break apart from his embrace, I wanted to tell him that I didn't need him.
But I was not a good liar.
I needed him.
Right now. I needed him the most.
What is happening to me? Oh God.
"Hush, don't cry Serena," he caressed me, "I'm here. Everything is okay."
I cried hard. I let everything melt.
It was so nice to have somebody hug you. It was so nice to have someone you barely knew hug you. It was so comfortable to realize that they hug you for who you are and not what you used to be.
And for a moment, I was happy.
"I'm sorry for causing all this trouble," I apologized.
"Don't say sorry. What made you so sad, Scarlett?" He was asking, his eyes distracting me from the present.
I didn't care at being called Scarlett. I was even starting to like that name.
"It's Gemma." I said, "she's leaving me tomorrow. She wants to get rid of me."
"I'm so sorry, Scarlett. I'm so sorry to hear that." He was embracing me again.
"Don't cry baby. It's gonna be alright." He patted my back.
I felt pitied.
"Adrian," I whispered his name out aloud.
"Yes?"
"I want to forget all this." I said.
His stare had me pinned to the wall. His face showed passion, desire and even wanting. His blue eyes were a darker blue; a hue that I couldn't quite demonstrate. His masculine perfection had me started. I could even feel his erection going up for me.
"Help me forget, Adrian. I need to forget." I said, every word passing my tongue mesmerizingly.
I was drowning in his deep waters. His blueness was gulping me down. Every cell of my body wanted him, begged for him, waited for him to make a move. I could feel us drowning, together.
It all happened so fast.
Next minute, I found my lips welcoming his. My tongue embracing his. His full lips harnessing mine, telling me that I was his. I found myself kissing him back, quite hungrily. His kiss demanded desire and I was aroused.
His hands were all over my face, I had my face numb.
Everything inside me was on fire.
It was not like the fire that I could get burnt. It was a kind of fire in which you would love to get burnt.
Suddenly, he came into an abrupt halt.
"I have to go." He said.
My hopes fell.
"Did I do something wrong?" I asked myself but Adrian answered for me.
"You are driving me crazy. We need to stop."
I looked at him. He looked distressed.
We were still swollen from kissing so hard. I could even smell him on my lips.
"I'm sorry." I said.
"You should probably go to bed now. It's a long night."
"Adrian, about what happened now- will you forget it?" I managed, embarrassed.
"Nothing happened between us, okay?"
"Okay."
Poor boy, he was caught off guard.
I was not expecting him to be so regretful, concealing even.
"Get some sleep Serena. I'll meet you tomorrow at school." Adrian whispered and went away.
I was thinking about Adrian all night. I couldn't get him out of my mind. The way we kissed, the way his lips felt on mine was so distracting. I wondered if he didn't want to meet me again. I felt ashamed of myself for letting him in.
Adrian
What a girl!
That was what I thought the next morning. She was bitter the first minute and then she wanted to have s*x with me. I thought she was unhappy because of her mother. No, she wanted revenge on her mother.
She was a complete different world. I couldn't understand what she was doing to me. She was dangerous. One short invitation, I was completely out of my mind.
I just wished she wouldn't meet me again.
God answered my prayers, I didn't see Scarlett at school the other day. But I was not feeling happy. I was not ready to meet her. I was not ready to give in.
But I wanted her so badly.
To my disappointment, she didn't show up at school for almost two consecutive days. The hours were longer than usual and I feared if she had gone forever.
However, on a typical Friday night at the club, I saw a miracle that froze me to the marrow of my bones.
It was her.
At first I didn't even recognize her.
She looked different, she was not wearing that baggy clothing.
She was not wearing her usual outfit.
Instead, her red miniskirt was showing off her bare legs. She was wearing a tight fitting top, her brilliant curves showing.
Her super blonde curls were distracting the audience, they were all mesmerized at her beauty. But she was concealing half of her face with a black masquerade mask.
The tension was too much. Whoever she was, she had everyone down to where they were. Everyone stopped dancing and looked at her. She had them all bound by her spell.
I was utterly speechless.
She looked extravagantly attractive.
She was on fire.
This new girl, whom I was so obsessed with, happened to lock eyes with me at the entrance of the club.
Holy crap, she was Scarlett.
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