Blood Boil
1515 Words
Blood Boil
“And a brat,” he added, raising his brow, which made me snigger.
“I have all the rights to be a brat because I’m so f*****g rich I can probably buy this whole island,” I exclaimed with obvious irritation. I don’t know, he just really has the knack of making my blood boil. Maybe I was so bored that I had nothing to do but make him experience my bitchiness.
“Why don’t you buy it then?” he asked, more like mocked me while he was wiping the banana leaves.
“I will when I get out of here you i***t!”
“And when will that be?” Okay, now I’m sure he’s mocking me. I can hear it from the tone of his voice and his slightly arched eyebrows!
“When…. When…. When my parents found me,” I still tried to rebut while folding my arms in front of my chest. I just can't really let people win over me. I hate losing, especially to a stranger like him! Ugh!
“That’s the thing, you’re not sure, right?” he asked as he stood up and pulled a wooden table leaning on one of the trees behind me. Oh, he has a table, huh?
“How come you have a table but don’t have a tissue paper?”
“And now you’re changing the subject,” he nonchalantly exclaimed while putting the leaves on top of the wooden table.
“Excuse me! I’m not changing the subject, I was just really curious!” I couldn't help but stamp my uninjured foot on the ground. Ugh! I hate that I’m acting like a child in front of him! He's so! So punchable! Does that word even exist?
“Sure Camille Louella.”
“Sure Camille Louella,” I mocked him while rolling my eyes, but he just ignored me and took the fish from the fire and put it on top of the banana leaves.
“Finally!” I exclaimed excitedly as I stood up, placed my chair in front of the small table and sat down again. “Can you get me some spoon and fork? If you have chopsticks, that would do too,” I exclaimed while smelling the fish. Oh my god, I have never found fish so delectable before.
I was about to smell the fish again when I saw that he wasn’t moving and was still standing in front of me.
“What?” I raised my brow.
He did not speak and then I remembered. Of course! He doesn’t have a f*****g spoon and fork! What did I expect, right?
“You don’t have a spoon and fork? Ugh! How am I supposed to eat then—hey!” I couldn't help but raise my voice when he just walked past me without answering any of my questions. I’ve noticed how much I’ve been raising my voice because of frustration, and I’ve only been here for a freaking day! If I stay here for at least a week, I’ll turn into a grandma!
I waited patiently for him to return and when he did, he was holding a bowl filled with water.
“What? Am I supposed to drink that? I want food!” I exclaimed, pouting because I badly wanted to taste the fish already.
“Give me your hand,” he said as he put the bowl on the table, grabbed my hand and started rubbing and washing them. Oh…. Okay. Such cold water but his hands are so warm. Like a fluffy blanket on a cold and rainy day. What? What did I just say? Yuck! You cringy little b***h Cami!
“Done?” I asked as he took the bowl and walked past me again. Ugh! When will he learn to answer a question? He came back and his hands were wet too. He must have washed his own hands. He sat on the chair in front of me and he started touching the fish.
He took out its head and then the skin. I saw the white meat of the fish and I wanted so badly to taste it, but how can I? There's no spoon or fork!
“I thought you were hungry.”
“I am!”
“Then start eating,” he motioned the fish in front of me. He had taken out the fins and fishbones.
“There’s no spoon!” I exclaimed, showing him my empty hands.
“Use your hands, Camille Louella,” he sighed exasperatedly, and looked at me with his emotionless eyes, but even when there was no emotion in them, I felt like he was looking at me like I was the stupidest person on this island. Well, there’s just the two of us, duh?
“What? How?” I said feeling stupid already and I felt like I was going to cry because I was so hungry! Oh my god don’t cry please!
“Are you crying?” and here he is with amusement in his face! Is he laughing at me? How dare this hot creature laugh at me?
“No!” I said as I wiped my face with the sleeve of the shirt I was wearing. Oh my god, I’m so pathetic! This is all because I’m hungry! If I had known that it would take me hours to be able to eat again, I would’ve eaten all the dinner our chef served us at dinner the day I was kidnapped! Ugh! I hate how I remember I even walked out of the dining room because I lost my appetite when my mother told me I couldn't go out! I should’ve listened to them! Look at me now, starving, and ugly! I haven’t taken a bath yet! I smell poor ugh!
“Why are you crying?” I looked at him and his mouth was agape, and he looked so confused! Oh my god, I must be really going crazy because I can't help but laugh at his confused expression.
“And now you’re laughing?! What’s wrong with you,” I laughed harder when he stood up from his seat, walked towards me and touched my forehead. “Are you sick?”
“No, you i***t!” I slapped his arm and pushed him so he could go back to his seat. There’s still this confused and bothered expression in his face. Well, I’m getting confused about how I feel too. I feel so crazy! Is this what hunger does to people? Well, we should donate more to end world hunger, because I don’t want to live in a world full of crazy people!
“Don’t look at me like I’m crazy!” I shouted at him. I was done crying but I was still sniffing. “I’m hungry,” I exclaimed while pouting.
“Then eat.”
I tried scooping the fish flesh using my hands and then putting it in my mouth. Well, it’s not that bad. I just feel so awkward!
“See? It’s not that hard,” he exclaimed as he continued removing fish bones and giving me the meat.
“Why aren’t you eating?” I asked with food in my mouth. Normally, I wouldn’t do this because that’s so unetiquette and I hate being messy. But I was just so hungry that I’m considering licking the fishbones when I’m done with the flesh! Oh god I’m so gross!
“I’m not that hungry,” he answered, not looking at me.
“Huh? Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
“But you should still eat even when you’re not that hungry,” I insisted. If it would take this long just for us to eat a single piece of fish, I’ll bet he’d be dead before we could eat lunch. And I don’t want him to die! I don’t want to be left alone here. And what about my food? Who would fish for me, right?
“Just eat,” he’s so stubborn!
“You should eat too!” I insisted while pushing some of the fish meat he was putting in front of me towards him.
He looked at me with expressionless eyes and I thought he would argue with me more. But instead, he started eating too. Huh, it’s a good thing that he knows he will never win an argument against me.
“What are we going to eat for lunch?” I asked giddily. I just wanted to start a conversation because it’s getting boring here.
“What do you want?” I was startled by what he asked. Really?
“Wow, you’re really asking me what I want? Are you sure about that because I just want you to remember how you didn’t have a tissue paper in your bathroom, so how could you give me steak if I wanted one, right?” I exclaimed while laughing.
“You want steak?”
“Yes! Like those I eat in restaurants back home,” I answered, remembering my life back in the capital.
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