CAMIA climbed to the rooftop after eating her lunch from the cafeteria. To be honest, she doesn't even have the appetite to eat. That b!tch Cassy's face was enough for her to lose appetite. Cassy radiates a very sour mood she wanted to clutch so bad to kill. But eating, she has to. After all, she will face hell when she got 'home'.
Together with her favorite soda and cheeseburger, she sat on the one of the abandoned chairs down. It became a habit of her to eat burgers and drink soda after her lunch. Her habit and the slowly decimation of her kidney would definitely also kill both of her old men.
She shook her head from the thoughts and opened the can of soda. Her finger seemed became greasy when the bubbles of the unintentionally shaken soda swaddled around the tin cover and on her fingers. Fortunately, she was fast enough to stretch her arm to delay its drops on her skirt.
As she was busy eating her burger, she noticed 'something'. It was 'someone', rather. It seems that 'it' is already there before she came. She just failed to noticed 'it'. She didn't mind 'it' that much because it's not 'he' or 'it' will cause harm to her or cause harm to its self.
If 'he' won't do strange things with her being the witness, then, she won't mind 'his' presence.
She put the plastic of the burger inside the aluminum can and throw it on the near trashcan, not minding if he will look at her way or if he was shocked to see her presence here on the rooftop. Still, she glanced at 'his' way while putting red matte liptint on her lips. She actually just wiped her lips with wet wipes right after eating burger and drinking soda.
While putting the tint on her lips, she noticed 'him' coming to the rail of the rooftop. The 'guy' climbed to the rail, as if attempting to jump. Her brows shot up. That weird gray hooded sweater is kinda familliar. Realization then hit her.
'I knew it. It's that weird guy who blocked me on the doorway. But what's with that well-built body, for a wimp like him? Am I guessing it wrong if I think of it as his fats?'
She don't know what he will do, though. And she don't mind. So, she just shrugged it off. Maybe, this guy's just trying to pull some prank, and if ever they are found out standing by here, she would crush him down whatever it takes.
Still, this guy seems troubled and just wanted to jump off, so she was waiting for that moment. She wanted to witness a depressed and poor living thing who chose its path which could lead to death. But honestly, she's growing annoyed. The guy seemed hesitating to jump. It's wasting her attention and time.
'If he won't jump, why can't he just get the hell out of my sight? What a wimp.'
She sighed and crossed her arms. Her liptint is halfway done for the reason that she's waiting the moment he will jump. She knew it was rude of her, but this guy's annoyingly disturbing in sight. So if he won't do what she expected to do, she's afraid that she would need to push him off or she might just pull him and drag him out of the rooftop just to get rid of him on her sight.
And then, she couldn't hold it anymore, "Need my help?" she finally started.
The guy got startled and almost got stumbled on his feet. Fortunately, he gained his balance quickly. If he didn't, he might have fell from eighth floor, and possibly, his head might broke and lots of blood would be spilled on the well-trimmed bermuda grass. What a waste.
Camia blinked her eyes gently, trying to shake the disgusting thoughts off. She tried not to laugh. Actually, she has been trying so hard to hold her laughter with the sight of the wimpy chicken, hesitating if he will put his foot on the ground to escape from her or not. She just realized that the guy actually had already made an impressiom of her being fearsome and ruthless. What's more funny is, the reaction she gets from him by just simply bringing terror to him with just the use of her face and grins. She never felt this refreshed, ever.
'Damn. This guy's a whole mood. He's so easy to spot and to tease. An easy target of bullying.' Camia laughed internally.
"AGAIN, I am asking you. Do you need my help? Are you waiting for me to kick you to meet your longed death? Cause if you do, I would gladly oblige," the woman with a half red tinted lips said. Even dared to flex her creamy smooth legs as it is kicking on the air. But then, the one thing Yoseff actually noticed is the halfway tint on her lips. It seems that he distracted her from doing her girly thing.
And he finally got to see her face!
He was starstrucked. It was either the girl looked so Asian, unlike him, who has a dull blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. The girl has thick straight lashes and brows. To think that this girl is well-acquainted with make ups, she must haven't thought of trimming and shaping her brows. She has that pouty full lips, though it was half tinted, it was still hot to look at. Which made his ears burn, unprecedentedly. She has this dark colored orbs. It could be mistaken to be pitch black, but he knows, no one possesses a full pitch black eyes unless you're a demon. It was a very dark brown eyes, maybe. And she's extremely pale fair. Palest white he had ever seen. Though her skin's hairy, it was still quite cute looking at her legs kicking, flexing that she could kick him.
An exotic beauty with an evil thoughts.
Still, no matter how gorgeous or exotically beautiful this woman is in front of him, she still brought him extreme terror and panic.
And she seems enjoying watching him hesitating. Still, he did not falter as he tried to get down from the rail of the rooftop just so he could escape from this fearsome woman.
He then dozed off. His bag fell, which earned a 'pfft' from the woman. He could feel his ears and neck burning hot as if it was a tropical country's summer as he picked his bag from the floor and completely ran out of the rooftop's door. Though, the woman's grins and her perfect white teeth never escaped from his peripherals. It was too perfect and–
'No! Stop! She's still an extremely audacious woman. She brings me both heat and chill!' he dozed off. He could still hear that woman's evil laugh right before he closed the door.
On the other hand, Camia laughed her ass out. She could feel her sweats and tears forming in her eyes as she tried to stop her laughing. That guy just became her new toy. A laughing stock. He looks like a chicken who wanted to escape from being roasted. Well, he'll be a roasted chicken soon.
'Oh, boy. This is your last escape from me. I will make sure of it.'