"I don't even know you."
Her mind processed in an irrational way; there were just too many characters she conversed in one night, and, mostly, every single one was problematic. It caused her a mild headache that reached her nape in a matter of seconds.
She tried her best to stand up and reveal a sharp glare as she walked away when suddenly, he grabbed her wrist and pinned her to the wall. The cold air was eradicated by his warm breath; his chapped lips touching hers. He was too forceful and strong to fight off using her weak body; his grip tightened as he desperately pushed his tongue in.
When he successfully did, she bit him so hard that blood dripped from his mouth as he jerked away. She was out of breath and focus. She grunted silently up until she was able to run away. Exhaustion crawled over her with aching feet and spinning vision. The arrogant man was just too much for her to handle, at the same time, her troubles stacked up one by one as soon as she found out that her mother was nowhere to be seen.
Blood was probably staining her coats and shoes, she thought.
The place was filled with unfamiliar people; no one helped her as they only stared, whispered to one another. It was a suffocating moment in which all of their focus was weighted onto her shoulders, and it made her feel heavier with every step she took.
From everyone's point of view, she looked like a disgraceful woman clinging desperately to the wall; it was like that until a man of familiar figure stepped in to help her. He launched Sharmaine in the air, and carried her, princess-style, to the nearest restroom.
"Geez, you're as careless as ever," he spoke, gently placing her down on the cold marble top in the girl's restroom. At first, she was horrified, but seeing as to how this unnamed bipolar-attitude man came to her rescue, she came to the conclusion that maybe he wasn't so bad at all.
Or so, she thought.
The shoe slid off her foot like eggs on an oily pan. Blood slowly dripped from her ankles, tingling with every touch of his fingers.
"Be careful," she whined. He grunted and shifted her position sideward to was her blisters, patting dry afterwards using his clean hanky.
"What's your name?"
His movements suddenly stopped, letting out a loud laugh after. "Enough of this, you really don't know me?"
She nodded her head.
"It's a shame you don't remember the name of the great Jason Dylan Cruz."
Jason Dylan Cruz...
His name, for Sharmaine, sounded much nicer than his attitude. His kindness now could be his payment for his inappropriate actions a while ago, though she knew herself that she won't let him off the hook.
"The kiss... why did you do it?"
He paused; his seafoam-green eyes were hesitating. "Don't ask me. Anyway, your gown is long enough to cover your feet, so you don't have to wear your shoes. I'll hold them for you."
"You should probably get out."
He was stunned by her cold reaction. He was not able to let off any words from his mouth, so he just gave a smirk.
"This is the girl's bathroom, you know?"
He suddenly felt his cheeks burn. He was so caught up by the moment earlier that he forgot he entered the wrong comfort room. He jerked back, trying to not avert his eyes. "I knew that. Anyway, stop being careless. You owe me your life."