Something About Him
Cynthia's POV "Hey. Is that Cynthia? And...Damien?" I heard an unfamiliar voice in my sleep but yet I decided not to open my eyes as I didn't feel like waking up. "Yeah, that's them. What are the doing here anyways? And like that?" Another voice replied. "Um. Sleeping...I guess?" The previous voice said. "Really? Is this some place to sleep?..." Another voice joined their conversation and this one did sound a bit familiar. "Anyways, I told you guys earlier and now here's the proof too, they clearly have an affair" The oddly familiar voice continued. "No. They don't. Stop spreading rumours, Stella" Someone replied in a very rude tone, wait, is that Steve? Yeah, I mean I can certainly recognise his voice and now I know the previous bitchy voice was Stella's. God! This bitch is still spreading rumours about Damien and me. Ugh! I'll fucking kill her someday!!!"As we can see that she's clearly sitting inside the library and Damien is sitting outside. And who on earth would want to sleep in an empty school, on a goddamn cold floor in the first place..." Steve paused. "The situation is evidently something else, which only they would be able to tell, so stop assuming" Steve continued. "Maybe she got stuck in there, after all we all know that the library doors automatically get locked after a certain time" Steve added. "Hey babe! What's going on here?" Someone said, who's voice I recognised as Sean's. "Yeah. What's all the fuss about? Steve" Yeah that's definately Bethany's voice. "Hey! Would you just stop clicking pictures? They are not some celebrities here" Steve snapped, sounding annoyed. Why is everybody's voice so faded? As if they are talking from somewhere far away from me...ah I know why, I'm dreaming, aren't I? Well of course this is a dream because as Steve said earlier, why on earth would I be sleeping in my school? And that too with Damien? Yeah this sure as hell is a dream and now any time my mother would come up to my room and wake me up, lecturing me about how I'm gonna be late for school again. I'll tell about this dream to Madison and Bethany and I'm sure they'll be a laughing mess...oh wait no, I'll definitely not tell Bethany anything about this stupid dream because she'll just tease me to no ends, saying that now I have even started dreaming about Damien. I mean why the hell would I be dreaming about Damien? But yet here he is...in my dream...he even kept me company the entire night as I was stuck in the library...that's just so sweet and nice of him right? But Damien is anything but sweet and nice to me, which is why this definitely has to be a dream. Well...what a weird but yet a memorable dream! Wait. What? He even kept me company the entire night...As I was stuck in the library...I recalled my own thoughts and with that I snapped my eyes open in utter and absolute shock. This is not a freaking dream! My eyes glanced around the empty library and then down at my hand, as I felt a weird warmth there, where my fingers were still in contact with Damien's. Damien! I closed my eyes for a second recalling the events of last night before opening them and glancing down again as my lips curved up into a small smile. How did we not move our hands all night? Is there any chance that he knew that I needed to keep some physical touch with someone because I was scared of thunder and dark? Maybe that is why he didn't move his hand all night? Or maybe he didn't knew anything and it was just a coincidence. I wondered but just the next second I felt him pulling his hand away, he woke up too I guess, thinking so I got off the cold floor and almost whimpered in pain as every single muscle in my body hurt like a bloody bitch. I need a long bubble bath to sooth my aching muscles. Ignoring the pain for now, I grabbed my bag, turning around, twisting the door knob open and hearing it make a slight sound as it opened, I couldn't help but sigh in relief. Oh dear lord! How long I have been wanting to hear that sound! Okay, you might thing I'm being a little dramatic but try spending a night alone in your empty school and you'll understand. Alright. Alright. I know I was not entirely alone though. There was this one guy, who is now standing in front of the library door, grabbing his bag and ready to leave any minute, who stayed with me the entire night. It's still so damn difficult to believe that Damien, the guy who literally avoids even looking at me, let alone interact with me, stayed with me all night long...slept on the hard, cold floor all night, he even let me keep my hand on his and maintain a physical human touch...all night, just so that I don't feel scared. As I stepped out, I stood beside him and he was just about to leave when I grabbed his wrist, stopping him. Whoa! That was a brave move, my subconscious clapped her hands feeling proud of me as I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at her...who is, if you think about it, actually me, myself. Well...don't get me wrong, I have always been brave and confident...but with him...I can't explain it...it's just different with him. He tends to make me nervous. "Damien, wait..." I said, my voice unknowingly coming out as a whisper, which I'm not even sure if he heard or not, but then again he did glance back at me so I'm assuming he did hear me. And just that one glance from him literally made me forgot what I have been wanting to say to him as I stared at his gorgeous face shamelessly, observing his features slowly...his dark brown hair seemed soft and smooth, which urged me to run my fingers through them...his soft, light blue eyes held me captive...made me believe that I could stare into them for ages and never get bored. His perfect, sharp jawline made it clear that he prefered to keep himself in shape, my gaze slipped down from his captivating blue eyes to his alluring lips...the lips which made me lick my own unknowingly and nervously, oh how I would love to kiss those perfectly sculptured lips...Wait. What!? What the fuck am I even thinking? How can I even think about him in such way!? Well...sweetie how can you not? Just look at him, my subconscious said in a duh tone. My heart fluttered just looking at him and my cheeks flushed at my own unholy thoughts as I averted my gaze from him, looking down at my shoes clad feet. "Cynthia..." Bethany's familiar voice snapped me out of my thoughts, making me glance up at the audience before us. Oh my god! Why was half of the school standing in front of us, gawking at us? As if watching some interesting movie. Don't they have any other work to do? Like study or something? Oh. Right. The voices which I thought I was hearing in my dream were actually their voices. "Oh my god! Are you okay?" Bethany asked pulling me into a big bear hug. "I'm fine, Beth" I replied smiling at her concern. "Cynthia. What the hell is going on? What happened?" Madison asked coming forward from the crowd. "Yeah. Were you in some kinda trouble last night? I woke up this morning to a dozen missed calls from you" Sean said as I gave him a stern look. "Really? You are asking if I got into some trouble? Now? When I'm already out of it. Where were you last night?" I asked as he just gave me an embarrassed look while scratching the back of his head. "Um...yeah, I saw your missed calls too when I woke up this morning..." Bethany paused. "I'm sorry, I slept early last night" She continued. "Why didn't you call me? When you called both of them" Madison said sounding a bit offended, thinking that I didn't call her. "I did but your number was switched off" I replied. "Miller, you should have called me then, my phone is always on and I don't sleep early too" Steve said as I decided to not answer him as I didn't know how to tell him that I didn't trust him enough to call him...that I thought that he would tell the entire school about this incident. But now the entire school got to know about it anyways, I sighed. "What was your emergency? Anyways" Steve asked while taking a glance at Damien. "Um..." I trailed off. "I fell asleep in the library yesterday and when I woke up, the doors were locked, therefore I was stuck inside the library for the entire night" I said knowing that there was no point hiding it anymore as everybody would just make assumptions and then gossip about it for days, if I didn't tell them the truth. "But thankfully..." I paused looking at Damien, who to my surprise was still standing beside me. "Damien was there with me...the entire night" I continued with a look of affection on my face. "Oh. Is it?" Bethany mumbled teasingly while bumping her elbow into mine as I just rolled my eyes at her, trying to hide my blush. Why the fuck am I blushing like a teenager? Oh wait. I am a teenager. Anyways. "What's going on here?" An authoritative voice boomed in the corridors. "What's happening here?" The source of the authoritative voice, our principal, Mr. Andrew Morgan, walked through the crowd as everybody cleared the way for him. "Miss. Miller, Mr. Damien. Mind telling me what's happening here?" He asked before glancing down as I followed his gaze which ended up on Damien's hand which was still in my grip. I cleared my throat, letting go of his wrist while scratching the side of my neck, just to distract myself. "Both of you..." Mr. Morgan paused snapping his fingers at us. "In my office, right now" He continued. "And what are you all doing here? Get back to your classes" He snapped at the crowd while walking away as everybody scrammed off quickly. "Fuck!" I looked up at Damien as I heard him curse before he glared at me as if accusing me that he was in this mess because of me, but thankfully he didn't say anything but instead just stormed towards the principal's office as I followed him like a lost, scared puppy. "Please, come in. Miss. Miller, Mr. Damien..." Mr. Morgan said in a loud voice as Damien knocked on his office door. "Now, would you both like to explain what was going on out there?" Mr. Morgan added as we both entered his office. "No" Damien mumbled and somehow I knew he didn't mean for anyone to hear it but I did as I was standing just beside him and couldn't help but chuckle at his attitude and audacity. And here I thought that he was a genuine and obedient student. Who knew that he had a little rebel inside of him. "Mr. Morgan, I was studying in the library yesterday and then I fell asleep and the doors got locked, hence I got stuck inside for the night but fortunately Damien was there with me, he stayed outside the library entire night just so that I don't feel scared alone" I explained. "You could have just called your father instead of staying in the school for the whole night. Your father must be worried, I'll call him right away" Mr. Morgan replied before grabbing his cellphone. "Mr. Morgan, my phone's battery died last night which is why I couldn't call anybody..." I paused and well what I said just now was obviously a lie. "And also my parents weren't home last night, so I didn't wanna worry them...and also they won't be home anytime soon, so I guess they don't have to know about any of this...so please I request you not to call them" I continued as he just nodded his head before turning his attention towards Damien. "And you Mr. Damien, you could have called somebody from the school authority instead of playing the hero and staying here the entire night" He said. "He tried but I stopped him..." I lied once again before Damien could speak. "As I didn't want anybody to know how I got stuck in the library" I added. "But everybody got to know, anyways" Mr. Morgan replied with a slight shake to his head. No shit, Sherlock. "Get back to your classes" He added before dismissing us. "Did he really just ask us to get back to our classes?" I said almost as if talking to myself as we walked out of the principal's office. "Even after he heard everything that happened last night" I added in disbelief. "He's stupid. Just go home and get some rest" Damien replied before walking off, leaving me surprised. And only if I didn't know him better I would have assumed that he was...concerned for me. But then again why did I feel the slight hint of concern in his voice? No. Maybe I'm just too tired and assuming nonsense things. He could be anything but concerned for me. Right? Yeah. Of course he wasn't. Or...was he? I wondered as I stared at his retreating figure, walking away from me. ••• Hey guys, So, any thoughts on Damien? Or Cynthia maybe? Also, how's the new cover? Anyways, Please vote, comment and share. Until next time. Love, Crystal ❤️
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