Cynthia's POV
"Damien..." I whispered once the figure behind the flash light was close enough for me to see his face.
I just couldn't believe my luck...from all of the people in the school, it just had to be him...coming to my rescue.
Oh boy!
But yet somehow I found myself sighing in relief and sending a silent thanks to God for sending him.
"Why the hell are you smiling like an idiot?" He said breaking the more than comfortable silence between us.
I frowned as his words made me realise that I was actually smiling like an idiot at him...which might have looked a little creepy...I guess?
But hold on...wait a second...he is actually speaking with me.
Or maybe I'm just dreaming?
Why the hell are you smiling like an idiot?
That's the first actual and full sentence that he has ever spoken to me.
Huh. Should I be happy about it? Or offended that he just called me an idiot?
"That has to be the longest sentence that you have ever said to me" I voiced out my thoughts without even realising it and to top it all of...I even found myself smiling again.
I guess happy it is...
"There she goes with that damn smile again..." I heard him mumble while pressing his fingers against his forehead.
What did he mean?
Ah...I get it, I'm beginning to irritate him...or maybe I already was, I don't know.
"Wait..." I began with my index finger raised in the air as if I was just about accuse him of something, which I was because after slightly coming down from the high of being happy that he just spoke to me, I realised that I should at least let him know that he can't just call me an idiot as that's an insult.
"What?" He snapped.
"Did you just call me an idiot?" I replied only for my voice to come out as a nervous whisper, which I highly doubt if he even heard.
Damn! Why do I get so nervous around him all the damn time?
"What?" He asked with a confused look on his face.
"I'm stuck" I mumbled with a sigh, a moment later and I swear for a fleeting moment I saw his eyes going soft but just as fast as they went soft, they went back to their usual cold self too.
"How the fuck did you manage to get stuck in there?" He questioned in disbelief.
"I-I fell asleep" I replied as he just shook his head.
"But you were sleeping too...maybe if only you had woken me up while leaving, I wouldn't be stuck here" I added as he gave me a sharp look.
"And why would I do that?" He asked sarcastically.
"Out of humanity...I guess" I replied biting my lower lip nervously.
"You are not my responsibility, girl" He said shoving his hands in his pants pocket.
"Yeah I know that already..." I paused suddenly feeling a rush of unnecessary anger flowing inside me.
"Maybe you should leave then" I continued folding my hands over my bosom as he just gave me a blank look for a brief second before turning sideways and walking away.
Wait. Did he just walk away?
Did he really just walk away?
Did he really leave me alone?
"Damien..." I yelled, banging my palm against the glass door once again.
"Um...I didn't mean it, Damien..." I paused.
"Come back...please" I continued.
"Jesus Christ!" I hissed, mad at myself for not keeping my smart mouth shut.
"How much more heartless can you be, Mr. Damien..." I trailed off realising I didn't even know his last name...nobody did.
A moment later I gulped, pressing my lips together as the realisation hit me hard that he has actually left me all alone and just the thought of being alone in this dark all night, brought tears to my eyes.
"Please come back...I'm scared" I whispered, closing my eyes, resting my forehead against the door and my palm still pressed against it too.
"I'm here..." Opening my eyes, I raised my head up, upon hearing his familiar voice.
"I just needed to refill this..." He paused bringing a water bottle up in the air.
"If I'm gonna stay here all night" He continued.
"Would you really stay here all night...with me?" I asked feeling a sudden, unfamiliar warmth sprawling in my heart.
"Unless you are comfortable staying alone in an empty dark library all night or unless you know a way out of here, so that I can help you out and you can go back home safely" He replied looking anywhere but at me...as if carrying out this conversation was the toughest thing for him to do.
"No..." I mumbled and that finally made him spare a glance at me.
"I mean, no, I don't wish to be alone and also no, I don't know any way out of here" I added tucking a hair strand behind my ear while looking down at my feet, which suddenly seemed interesting.
Slowly looking up at him, I found myself staring at him for a moment as without saying anything any further, he just sat down leaning his back against the door and just like that I could no longer see his beautiful face anymore as now his back was facing me.
Beautiful? Really?
You don't really use such terms for boys, my subconscious said, shrugging her shoulders.
I know but...I don't know I just feel that among all the other things that people call him...like sexy, hot, as handsome as a freaking Greek God...I feel that there's something about him that makes him undeniable beautiful too.
My lips curved up into a small smile at the thought.
With a sigh, I sat down too, leaning my back against his...but of course with a glass door separating us.
"Damien..." I called out, serval moments later, although I had no idea what I was going to talk about but yet I just called him out without thinking much.
"One rule for tonight..." He paused as I anticipated what he might have to say further.
"No small talks" He continued, making me sigh in disappointment.
Of course! Well that's Damien for you, what else can we expect?
"As you say..." I mumbled sadly.
"Um...Damien..." I called out a few minutes later, not being able to keep quiet any longer.
What? I just can't help it. I have never been quiet for so long.
"Are you always this quiet?" I asked not even expecting him to reply but surprisingly, he did.
"Yes" He replied with a heavy and evidently frustrated sigh.
"Don't you like talking?" I asked.
"No" He replied.
"Well...it's totally opposite in my case, in fact I have this problem where I just cannot stay quiet for too long..." I said only to be interrupted by him, to which I was kinda happy, at least he is talking to me.
"Well...I don't remember asking" He said.
"Yeah I know you didn't ask but...I just told you about my problem, didn't I?" I replied in a duh tone.
"Hey. Do you wanna know about my rehearsal?" I asked and, perfectly knowing that he won't reply to this one, without waiting for his reply I went on and on, telling him all about the play, from day one, that we were preparing for our school's upcoming winter fest.
"And surprisingly Miss Carina was so glad that I kinda modified and replaced the lip kiss to a forehead kiss..." I said but was cutt off by the loud thunder that suddenly struck outside.
"Jesus Christ!" I mumbled placing a hand over my rapidly beating heart.
God! Please don't make this night anymore happening, or rather should I say anymore spooky, by adding thunders to it.
Soon enough I was distracted when I heard someone chuckle.
But who could that be?
There's no one here, except Damien and I. I'm hundred percent sure I didn't chuckle and I'm two hundred percent sure Damien doesn't even knows how to smile, so there's no way on earth that it was him.
Oh. Please don't tell me it was a ghost?
Was it?
Do they even exist?
Snapping out of my thoughts, I glanced behind only to realise that it was actually Damien who chuckled.
"Finally...something that can actually shut you up" He said as I couldn't help but smile, I know I shouldn't be smiling right now, in fact I should at least be a little offended as he was making fun of me...but I just couldn't help it...first he is talking to me and then he is also laughing.
And that's something new and extraordinary for me.
"Don't make fun of me..." I paused, still smiling.
Well...Damien knows how to laugh!
And I know what I'm about to say might sound very cheesey and cliche...but if making fun of me gets him smiling and laughing...then I'm always up for it because watching him smile and laugh...is quite a delightful sight for my eyes.
"This is the only thing I'm scared of" I continued a moment later and even though I knew better than to expect a reply from him, I couldn't help but get a little upset over the fact that he didn't say anything in response.
Maybe it's just the way he is.
He doesn't have much friends...or rather should I say he doesn't have any friends...he likes to keep his life private...he doesn't gets involved in any stupid, silly nonsense...and he also doesn't likes to talk much.
Or maybe he just doesn't likes to talk to you, my subconscious said, emphasizing on the word 'you'.
Well...but I would like to beleive otherwise, because tonight he is here...with me...to help me and he has spoken enough with me tonight for me to believe that he is not that cold after all and maybe...just maybe there is a slight chance for us to actually be friends?
Is that really all you want? Being friends with him...or maybe...just maybe you are looking for something more, the small voice in my head spoke once again making me sigh.
No...of course not...I mean what else could we even be if not friends? I asked myself innocently.
What else would I probably be looking for into this...this thing that we both have?
And do we even have a thing to begin with?
Mentally, I laughed dryly at the thought.
I mean we aren't even friends yet...in his point of view.
I'm just his self proclaimed friend...nothing less, nothing more.
I was harshly brought back to reality when once again a loud thunder struck outside.
I closed my eyes, placing my left hand over my racing heart once again and resting my other palm on the cold floor, but instead of the hard floor's coldness I was welcomed by something warm.
Wait. What is it?
I glanced down to see the source of this sudden warmness, only to realise that it was Damien's fingers on which I accidentally placed my palm over as he was also resting his palm on the floor and his fingers were inside the library, entering through the small gap between the floor and the door.
The mere, innocent skin contact made me feel funny in the stomach and had my heart beating at a more faster pace, if that was even possible because my heart was already running like a bloody bullet train.
"Don't..." I uttered unknowingly once I realised that he was just about to pull away.
"Please..." I whispered.
Wait. I did not just ask him to not move his hand, did I?
God!
This is so embarassing. What must he be thinking of me right now?
"I mean...it might help me feel a little less scared..." I trailed off not knowing how to explain this to him but a while later I told him something which might or might not help him understand this situation.
"Whenever I used to feel scared of the thunder as a little baby and at times when my parents weren't home, I would go and sneak into Austin's room and he would just hug me..." I paused suddenly feeling a lump of emotions in my throat.
"And just like that...I would fall asleep...peacefully, without any fears" I continued as a lone tear unknowingly slipped down my eye.
There was nothing but silence between us as, as usual Damien didn't say anything but this time I was actually thankful for his silence because honestly I didn't want to talk about this.
God! I don't even know why I brought his name up in the first place? When we don't even talk about him anymore.
Anyways, after that I didn't blabber anymore that night...to which I'm sure Damien's ears must be grateful, I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought as we just sat there all alone in the entire school...in this somewhat boring yet the most comfortable silence, sitting with our backs against eachother's, with nothing but a piece of glass separating us.
We were so close...yet so far.
Soon enough all of the running around all day for rehersal and lectures, took a tool on me and without realising I slowly fell asleep.
But right before I fell asleep, I realised something...Damien hasn't pulled away his hand yet and our fingers were still touching.
I guess...that night we weren't that far after all.
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