Points of view.

Entangled - part III of III

Daoming Si woke up sooner than usual, filled with energy. Several days had passed since Sanya, and everything he could think of since then was her and that kiss they shared, just thinking about it was making him giggle.

She kissed me! She likes me!

He knew that Shancai was saying one thing but meaning another.

I knew it!

He chuckled while dancing to the music and admiring himself in the mirror, ready for this day full of expectations.

Mr. Liu commented on his outfit being different, and he was feeling different indeed: he was feeling like a brand new Daoming Si. Later that morning, he showed Shancai her now broken sneakers. His toes sticking out of them. He was extremely amused by himself and he was also sure that Shancai was equally amused even though she was pretending not to and went away apparently upset and ranting about him being immature. He explained to Ximen and Meizuo his "plan" to seduce Shancai, mess with her and then dump her. He thought that playing it cool with his buddies was the right move, but they looked at him like he was an idiot. Ximen and Meizuo didn't even try to explain to him the extent of how ridiculous his plan was since it was clear to literally everyone that he was already completely smitten with Shancai. At lunch he was looking at his phone, scrolling through Shancai's social media and smiling. All he was capable to do was smiling, he didn't exactly knew why, or maybe he knew but he just wasn't ready to say it out loud. Everyone else obviously already knew.

Two girls approached him to show him a video of Shancai. While he was watching it, he felt like all of his happiness was sucked away from him, replaced with anger and resentment. Shancai was on the rooftop with Lei, she was brushing his hair in a caress. Lei was leaning towards her and smiling, allowing her to enter his personal space; they were sharing a kind of intimacy she had never shared with him, not even when she kissed him. He felt the pit of his stomach contracting as the bitterness of that moment was growing and filling every cell of his body. With fury.

She is MINE.

She likes ME, not Lei.

Why would she kiss me and then go after Lei?

Is it all a game to her?

As rage was pumping through his body, he ran straight to the rooftop. And there she was.

Perfectly peaceful as if nothing had happened, looking at me with her big deceitful eyes.

"Daoming Si, what are you doing here?" she asked him.

"Why are you here?" he asked, staring at her with his eyes filled with anger. She looked away, confused by the question.

"They were telling the truth" he spoke through his teeth and clenched jaw.

She tried passing by him, clearly annoyed, but he stopped her with his body.

"Don't go" he said.

"What are you doing?" Shancai asked, alarmed by the blank expression on his eyes.

He started to walk, forcing her to retreat. "Dong Shancai you tricked me."

"What are you talking about? Who tricked you?" she tried to leave once again.

He pinned her against the wall grabbing her by the wrist.

Touching her wasn't a wise choice, his brain was already fogged with rage and feeling her skin reminded him of their kiss.

THEIR KISS.

"Hey" she yelled at him.

"You are a bad girl. Why are you so mean?" he yelled straight at her face.

She was scared and tried to free herself from his grasp. "What the hell are you talking about? Let go! I'm going to get angry."

He grabbed her other wrist, blocking both of her arms. She was now completely blocked by him. "I'm the one that should get angry" he yelled again!

"How did I piss you off now? Tell me!" she asked yelling at him.

He was pinning her to the wall. She was so close that he could smell her scent, and a mixture of rage and desire was filling his brain.

He was gasping for air, looking at her blankly, still forcing her against the wall, unable to move, the bitter taste of rage was closing his stomach and clogging his mind.

He punched the wall next to her face in a burst of rage, finally letting go of her wrists.

"Stop pretending. You know what you are doing!"

He was panting with rage, trying to breathe, and she pushed him away and ran. But she stumbled and he got to her while she was looking like a scared animal frozen by fear. He wasn't really seeing her, he was seeing how she tricked him into believing she liked him. And his pride couldn't take it.

"Don't come near me" she said, but her words were muffled to his ears, and the only thing he wanted right now was punishing her for being so mean to him.

He grabbed her jacket, forcing her to get up.

He slammed her hard against the wall. "IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT" he yelled to her face.

As he held her still, the scent of her skin filled his nostrils and his mind shut down clogged by rage, desire and the need for her to like him. He crushed his lips onto hers, she desperately tried to push him away and run, but he didn't let go and fiercely kissed her once more.

"Daoming Si" she cried sobbing "I'm begging you, please stop" and then she let herself fall to the ground, tears streaking her face.

The time froze.

He watched himself from the outside as he was freeing her from his grip and as his rage and the fog in his mind were starting to dissipate.

And there he was, crushed by this tiny girl crying, scared and hurt because of him.

A girl that he cared about deeply, he realized. But it was too late to take it back.

He was crushed by his own pride and so he tried to crush her. The truth about what he just did to her hit him hard and made him kneel in front of her, he cupped her face and whispered "Stop crying, I won't hurt you anymore" and he nuzzled her forehead.

As he rested his forehead against hers, he felt suffocated and unable to talk.

How could SHE feel?

She let him nuzzle him; as their breaths were mingling, her sobs calmed down. The rage that was blinding him minutes ago left a huge hole, which was now filling with something completely new to him: guilt and awareness. Awareness that he had hurt her.

There was something beautiful between them, he could feel it.

She must be feeling it too, or didn't she? Did i just annihilate it?

He felt overwhelmed by his own actions, his throat was making it difficult for him to even swallow.

How do I unfuck this?