The Assassin's Kryptonite

Wide Eye

Wide Eye

“What are you going to do with that?”

We were staring at each other’s wide eyes. He was stiff as he held my wet clothes while I was begging myself to stay calm, but of course, my cheeks betrayed me as they displayed a pale red and I felt embarrassed.

He was still staring at me as I stood up from the bed and began limping towards him. But maybe because I just woke up or because of my injured foot or maybe I’m just really stupid enough to stumble on my feet as I felt myself getting off balance.

I saw myself free falling to the hard floor.

And then I saw Trevor lunge himself to catch me. But I was so inclined to the floor already that instead of him saving me, we both ended up on the floor. I'm so stupid!

“You have beautiful eyes….” My eyes are beautiful, but his are exceptionally gorgeous. How can I not notice it before?

“Hmm…”

“You do. I have brown eyes as well, but yours are in a very different shade. Like it’s almost black but the inner portion is lighter,” I was murmuring stupid things to him that it was too late when I realized that my whole lower body is above him while my hands were on his shoulder, his on my waist. Actually no……

“What the f**k Trevor Helios!” I immediately got up from that awkwardness even when my ankle was hurting. “How dare you touch my butt!” I exclaimed as I sat on the floor with my legs folded and my arms around them.

He was slowly standing up while caressing his back. It must have hurt when I landed on him, huh? But that’s not the point! He touched my butt! No one! Not even my past boyfriends have touched my butt and this stupid i***t just did! Ugh!

I was glaring at him and my blood boiled even more when I saw a hint of red in his cheeks!

“What? Are you just going to blush there?” I asked while arching my brow. How can he look cute while blushing? Ugh! Camille Louella, you’re supposed to be really pissed right now and not ogling at the man who just touched your butt!

“I’m sorry,” he exclaimed as he stood up and offered his hand to me. I immediately took it because the floor was cold and hard and my ankle freaking hurts again!

I did not answer him as I continued glaring at him. Taste of his own medicine, huh? Well, I’m not really that pissed, but I just really don’t want to talk because what just happened is so embarrassing! No matter how f****d up our situation is, he’s still a boy and I’m a f*****g woman who’s incredibly beautiful. I have to take responsibility if ever he falls for me. I sighed deeply thinking about how pitiful men are when they fall for my charms.

Men are just men. Men can be discarded. Anywhere and whenever I want. And I’d swear to the heavens that the other way around won't ever happen to me. I hate women who are desperate enough and would do anything for some trash to stay with them. That’s just so pathetic. Especially those who say that they can’t live without a man. That’s just stupid and pitiful. I’m never going to be like them. I’m a strong, independent, beautiful and incredibly rich woman. I won’t let any man control me or hinder me from getting everything that I want and I deserve.

“I’m sorry Camille Louella,” he again exclaimed as he helped me sit on the bed.

Why am I being too friendly with Trevor anyway? And why do I compliment him when I’m supposed to criticize him for being too stiff? And why do I let him get away with things like not answering me when I ask him and things of that sort? This is not me. I’m naturally cruel and I don’t give second chances.

I’m a princess but not that overly selfless and kind. I’m an ice queen who would do anything to get what she wants and won't care about people who get in her way. And what am I thinking? Why am I interacting with a f*****g stranger in a f*****g place I don’t know about! It’s been a day since I was kidnapped, and I’m supposed to think of ways of how to communicate with my parents! Why do I feel comfortable here with him? For Pete’s sake, this place has no Wi-Fi Cami! There are no restaurants and there are no cafes for you to buy your favorite coffee! There’s no gym, there’s no air conditioning and, f**k, there’s not even a piece of tissue paper! What am I doing?

“Camille….” I could hear him, but I continued to lay down on the bed and turn my back on him. He's changing me and I’m not liking it. It’s like I’m treating his place as a f*****g vacation house! Am I in trauma? Because I don’t even feel f*****g scared when I should be. I’m sure my parents are extremely worried about me now and I’m here just talking and interacting with a stranger who could even possibly kill me in my sleep.

Have I lost my mind?

“Cami…. I’m sorry for touching your….”

I immediately got up and glared at him when he started talking about the…. The touching incident!

“What?!” I spat.

“Why are you mad?” Wow! He really has the audacity to ask.

“Really? You’re asking me that? You’re f*****g asking me that?” I can’t help but sniff. I’m not even crying because of the butt thing! I’m crying because I feel like my head’s going to explode with everything that’s happening! I want to go home! But…… I don’t want to either. What the f**k is happening to me?!

“It’s not like I wanted to touch your…. touch your…”

“What?!”

“It’s an accident—why are you crying?” I saw how his eyes widened as my tears started falling in my cheeks. I immediately covered my face as I sobbed uncontrollably. Oh god…. Oh god… My chest hurts.

“Cami?” I felt him sitting by my side as he wrapped one arm around my shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” I insisted while still crying. Why am I being emotional all of a sudden? Am I really going crazy?

“Nothing?”

“Nothing!”

“Okay,” he exclaimed as he caressed my back. He let me cry my heart out and his hand might have some sort of magic because I felt so comforted while crying. Am I starting to like him? But how can I? I just met him a day ago and even when he’s extremely gorgeous, it’s still not normal to feel this way towards a stranger.

And why is he so kind to me? It’s probably his fault that I’m feeling like this because he’s showing me good things when I’m also a stranger to him. He should’ve continued pushing me away just like the first time we met and not like this. He’s even comforting me while I’m crying my heart out.

My tears stopped when he suddenly stood up. What now? Is he leaving me here? Is he tired of hearing me cry?

“Where are you going?” I asked as I tugged his arm. He was still shirtless, and his pants were wet. He should change his clothes because he might get sick. And can he please stop displaying those 8-pack abs in front of me! Instead of tears falling from my eyes, he’s making me drool!

He looked back at me while standing. “I’m going to get you water.”

Oh. See? Why does he even care if I get dehydrated so much because of crying? Why does he have to be good to me? It’s really his fault that I’m feeling this way.

“Y-You should change first,” I let go of his arm as I averted my eyes. I could feel myself blushing, so I bowed down to conceal it from him. “You might get sick,” I added.

I watched how his feet moved. He took the clothes he placed on the table and went out. I sighed deeply the moment the door closed. I wasn’t aware that I was holding my breath when he was here.

“Maybe I’m in some kind of a shock because of the kidnapping incident?” I muttered under my breath. I stared at the wall in front of me as I waited for him to come back. After a couple of minutes, I saw him walking towards me holding a bowl of water. He doesn’t even have a glass to use here, which confuses me, because how can he have shampoos and other bath essentials but not kitchen utensils?

“Here,” I immediately took and drank the water he gave me because I was feeling thirsty with all the crying. I had already stopped, but I can still feel my eyes hurting. I’m sure they’re very red already and they'll be puffy soon. That too, he doesn’t have a mirror here! What if I already look horrendous? And no sunblock! I’ve been under the sun for many hours a while ago.

“You don’t have a mi--”

“I’m sorry--”

We both stopped and stared at each other as I waited for him to continue what he was saying, but of course, what did I expect from his speech disorder anyway?

“You don’t have a mirror here? I didn’t see one in the bathroom either.”