I Got You

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"You owe me." Cathryn raised an eyebrow and smirked, " Big time."

"What the fuck!" He muttered again as he repeatedly ran a hand through his dark blond hair, his light brown eyes narrowing at her. "Haven't your mother told you that a female's hair is a treasured crown fit for a princess?"

"Now, where did you learn this fairytale bullshit?" Now, she didn't know if she sounded irritated or amused.

"It doesn't matter where." His face impassive, he returned to the subject at hand. "Why did you cut it off?"

"Feeling a little guilty there, aren't you...." Cathryn faltered because she didn't yet know his name. She cleared his throat instead of calling him an asshole. "Now my hair is a mess because there is this particular ass... I mean particular dude who made fun of me by not helping me untangle my hair from his shirt buttons so that leaves me no choice but to cut it off."

"You should have said please." He insisted and she rolled her eyes.

This guy must be joking.

He must not have known that Cathryn had read his intentions of teasing her all day long until she agreed to his plans as clear as day!

"Come here." Cathryn reached for him and clutched his solid arm and dragged him away from the spectacle that she created. A crowd had gathered around them and she didn't like it. "I need you to buy me the most beautiful wig that ever existed and make it up to me."

One of his eyebrows arched and Cathryn feared that he meant to rebuke her again. "Oh trust me, I'll make it up to you more. I could repay you any other way. The best ways which I'm confident in."

Cathryn raised an eyebrow and he made an act of pouting his lips exaggeratedly as if kissing.

"I want to entertain this idea of throwing grains of sand into your eyes. Please don't tempt me." She muttered.

He caught her hand snaking around his arm and placed it in his hand, holding and wrapping their hands together like they were a couple enjoying a wonderful day at the beach.

She raised their tangled hands and stared at it pointedly then glared at him, frowning.

"Too affected by me holding your hand? Oh come on, isn't this a little bit childish for you?" He challenged. As they walked, the asshole smiled cheekily at her, he must be having the best time of his life.

Cathryn accepted the challenge and ignored his very big, warm, and callused hand holding her hand like it was the most important thing in the world. She ignored the way his thumb caressed the back of it. Cathryn didn't let go as she pulled him forward, signaling him to move faster.

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere."

"Your place or mine?"

"Shut up, will you?"

Cathryn wondered why she would even contemplate flirting with this dude a while ago. The man was frustration incarnate.

"Then, tell me where you're dragging me off too. I'm listening." He shrugged as if he didn't care what crazy ideas she was about to suggest.

"Okay." Cathryn stopped and faced him, exhaling loudly. She would explain the situation to him as little as possible. " You owe me. I need you so that I could buy the wig I wanted."

"You wanted a wig. Okay." He continued smoothly. "This isn't the direction to the mall, sweetie. Maybe you're not familiar with the place."

"Will you buy me a wig at the mall?"

"Why would I buy you a wig at the mall with my own money?"

"Exactly. So I need you and your hot bod--- I mean, your physical presence, so that I could have money and then I could buy it."

"So you're trying to sell me off so that you could buy a wig?"

"Uh, something like that."

He smiled wickedly, blew softly at her face, and whispered this in her ear. "You just got me sexually excited."

"It's... it's not what you're thinking." Cathryn waved a hand, denying whatever he was thinking. She blushed furiously. What the fuck was wrong with this guy? What kind of things, perverted things, was he thinking?

"In case you forgot, this is all your fault," Cathryn yelled instead.

"Did I tell you to cut your hair? Did I hold that huge pair of scissors and cut them myself?" He reasoned patiently like Cathryn was a child and they were back to zero again.

"Oh, but you made me!" Cathryn shot back.

They stood there glaring at each other.

Damn it, stubborn asshole.

Cathryn physically removed his hand from hers but it was a deep struggle since he didn't want to let go of it. She brought his hand to her mouth and bit hard.

"FUCK." He yelped.

Disappointed with him (for the fucker has no conscience) and herself (for doing something really stupid and for being late for the contest and forever trusting her best friend), Cathryn turned her back on him, walking briskly away from him. He called back and clutched her arm but she slapped his hands away.

"Nevermind. Just leave me alone." Cathryn looked him in the eye and turned her back once again. "Asshole."