Did he just say, I'm a dolt?
I'm a wingless sparrow?
What does he mean.
In my high school, I dodged every single cocky bad boy even a kind boy.
Bad boy ain't no good, but good boys ain't no fun.
Beside my possessive parents are professionally working person who runs the organization and live with their damn dominance rule.
They always kept me in the huge walls of restrictions known as prison. During my childhood, I was trained to stay away from the gigantic people due to unpleasantly wicked and living within the walls I never disrespected my parents out of love or fear.
Their intelligence is lethal and they pretend to be saints when they talk about someone else's sins.
I grew up with the people, I didn't want to be like and I will never fit in their self-worth trade.
I am under no obligation of freedom to make sense to them.
Soon, they want me to be part of their assistant of their damn business and I wish to be never part of them. They can't do this epic sh*t with me.
I wanted to cry, but no tears came out, I just stare blankly into space while feeling my heart break into pieces. At the end, it was only me because on one else makes sense.
They dangerously destroyed my powerful mind with intolerance sneaky sh*t and in addition, my heart is a home of dominance, apology, silence, perfection, chaos and tears.
Burying my bitter heartbreak I pretend to wear a disguise of glow of happiness.
Mandy, my secretly childhood evil soul whom I met her in the fifth grade. A very extrovert beautiful chubby girl who crosses the boundaries of brutalness and seek the delight from the dawn to dusk. Unexpectedly, I learned she walks on the same path alike me but being reckless she chased the path of freedom from her parents.
She's a classy, sassy and a bit bad assy.
She aided me to overcome from the monsterous bitches and she painted my flaws with coloful tolerance, patience and boldness. The journey from the tears to smile enable me to be brave.
I will fight and destroy each walls and I know when enough is enough.
After all, I have the courage to be disliked.
During the high school, our mentor organized an excursion on the campsite for fifteen days. I asked the permission for the camping from my parents. Surprisingly, Mandy and I switched to the cruel plan and we know that our parents will never going to loose a grip to fulfill our wish.
Instead, I sincerely planted a camping plan to my parents and in return I accepted their under the limits rules however I managed to succeed.
On the other side, Mandy carelessly teased the mentor with the intention of getting a leave of absence from the campsite and she hand over him an inappropriate letter.
And I have no idea what that note says, all I know it was an amorous letter.
Smirking at the fate, I accepted the chance of thriller and I secretly grabbed the passport, debit card of my father and the luggage. In the midnight we left for the uncalled plan to the Paris with an undeniable lie.
In seek of tranquil I chased the freedom.
I focused on what makes me feel good and if there is no struggle there is no progress.
"Hey! Where are you lost?"
A concerned husky voice resonated in my ears and a pale hand was continuously waving in front of my face causing me to get back to my sense. Dumbfoundedly, I blinked at him and his grey eyes were slightly narrowed in concerned and his slender pink lips formed a thin line.
I didn't realize I was lost on the path of the past. Anxiously, my blurry hazel eyes were fixed on him and slowly, I apart my lips to say but I chose to remain silent.
I quickly avert my eyes from him as I don't want him to notice.
"Is everything alright?"
He slowly bends his posture forward and the act lead me to confront him directly. His face was few inches apart and his grey orbs were displaying affection. Slowly, his eyes landed on my agape lip and swiftly returned to my eyes. Uneasily, he take his bottom lip behind the teeth provoking his rosy lips to get moisture.
My eyes widen up and the pale cheeks started fuming up into pink shade and I felt like winged insects were fluttering around in my stomach. His warm breathe striking my cheek and I was inhaling his enhancive same breathe. The sound of 'lub' 'dub' was clearly audible of my heart and I was afraid he would hear.
All of a sudden, a strong fragrance hit my nostrils and I closed my eyes tightly. Quickly, I turned my face away him at the same time I raised my both hands against him and shove him away.
Why am I acting this way?
Why does he make me feel enamored?
The sudden action made him to land backward and he cried. "Ouch!"
The sound of utterance gained my attention and I turned to face him. "Oh, sorry. I-I told you I'm allergic to strong fragrance." I hesitated.
Nodding his head he said. "Yes, I remembered."
'Ahem'
I cleared my throat and began to wander my gaze to capture the pristine azure sky, which was facing the transparent sapphire fresh lake. Apparently, we were halfway through the lake.
Out of blue a realization hit, I remembered that a few moments ago he had the nerve to call me a dolt.
I furiously folded my pale hand in the form of a fist and narrowing my hazel orbs I dragged the death glare at him. Like a storm, I swiftly rose up from my place and stood against him and yelled. "If my memory serves me right, you called me a dolt and a wingless sparrow. Didn't you, Aresco?"
My quick action surprised him and in wonder his eyes slightly popped out and his lips agape.
Taking a few seconds, he recovered from wonder and began to glare at me with a stiff gaze. Giving up his sitting position he slowly straightened his posture and stood against me without averting his narrowed grey orbs and whispered. "I never meant to offend you, but I'm concerned. You know, the street is rough and has awful people."
Placing my hands on either side of the hips I said in a mocking tone. "Really, that sounds like you. Who invited me to the café and doesn't make sense. Such a cocky person."
He tardily jerked his hand in his pocket and raised his perfect arched brow with a straiten eyes and said with a smirk. "Even though you're still a dolt. How did you figure out the exact location of the cafe, you don't seem to know the french."
His lips let out a word of disgust and as those words reached my ear, the eyes completely widen up and lips agape in a daze.
A hand reached near my face and placed under my chin. His back of the hand touched my chin and carelessly rubbing in a circular motion sending warmth sensation at the same time he slightly forced my chin to lift up. The act made me to close my apart lips and his touch sent me shiver to my spine, causing goosebumps to erupt. Even though he were standing afar from me his eyes held the teasing look and I blink my eyes in wonder.
The breeze around us has turned into intense frost and suddenly, a slight cold wind passed over us causing my bare legs to tremble. Unintentionally, I sniff out his fragrance and it engaged me to go weak at the knees.
Abruptly, I loosen the balance and stumble down on one side.
'Sppllaasshhhh'
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- dusky_haze