Who are you wearing?

I woke up because of the feeling that someone is watching me and is leaning closer to me. I stored a certain force on my palm and wasted all of it on the person's face, making sure he/she would regret his/her plan on a sleeping woman.

The sound of my palm on his cheeks disrupted the silent riverside we are in.

I opened my eyes to uncover the offender, only to see Deither facing the side of the river because of my forceful slap.

I had him hard.

His jaw is repeatedly clenched as a response to the slap and his emerald eyes turned mockingly playful as he indulges the pain it served him. I cleared my throat when I noticed how my long fingers etched pink on his cheek.

I parted my lips to reason out but I shut it immediately because I felt like he wouldn't accept any excuse for it. It was like it is the first time he was ever hitted that way so he is taking his time to calm himself to not take my life now.

But if he'll ever do that, I won't have doubts to fight back.

I am reasonable. Why is he even here and leaning on me anyway? I just did a defensive attack so he can't charge at me because of that even if I charged at him first!

"A slap for a big red ant." he shortly commented, still looking on the side. I stopped gawking at him and looked for a better argument for this.

"Your bitch should thank me for doing it for her-"

He cut me. "Get up, we have to go."

I glanced at him longer on that but I immediately moved my nosy eyes on the river and the already high sun when he turned to stare lethally at me.

I am not facing him but my peripheral vision allowed me to take a glimpse of his body when he suddenly removed his white shirt. His pants are hanging low on his waist. Now the v-line and the abs on his abdomen were screaming for attention no one could refuse, but me.

I noticed he loves wearing white plain shirts, or those that have little prints that don't overcrowd the white shirt.

He suddenly threw it on me and that's when I remembered I only had the ripped top to cover my unclothed chest, braless at that matter. I turned my back on him and wore it on me immediately. His masculine scent lingered on my nose and I felt like it would stay on my body as well.

A different scent from last night suddenly pop-ups into my mind. I darkened my eyes as I dismiss it.

The sound of my dress ripped fully lingered in the air and I suddenly felt glad that I wore a cycling shorts under my dress last night, which I seldom do. My dress was left ripped on the ground. Now I am only with his plain white shirt, which is still oversized on me despite my height, braless, and a cycling shorts to cover down there.

Deither, without a word, stood up from kneeling and started walking out of the forest. I followed him silently 'till we removed ourselves out of the forest. I craned my neck to look for his car but I found nothing on the road. I wanted to ask him about it but I did not because I felt like that's the limit of his willingness to talk today.

And I also felt like lately, I've been so into my emotions and interactions with people, so bad that I was able to do what I did last night. Something that's certainly out of the plan.

He didn't even make an effort to look for me after I walk out of his house, considering that I am not familiar with the way and it seems like a ghost town with no vehicle to hop on.

I corrupted my mind that stores all the memories about him as I realize I have to shift back to the cold and unbothered me who has been missing for a while whenever I'm with him.

A man in a motorcycle suit is suddenly approaching on the road with a familiar model of motorcycle, but instead of black, it is colored red. It intentionally stopped a few cm away infront of me and I stayed still even if the wind his sudden break caused, messed up my hair.

He frantically removed his helmet and that's when I realized he is familiar because he is that guy's friend. His light brown orbs lit up and his lips rose for a wide smile. He smiled widely at me, advertising his set of white teeth, then at Deither, and back at me again.

"I expected a different sight to see." he amazingly uttered, looking at the two of us. His eyes traveled on the clothes I am wearing and Deither's naked upper body. I read amusement in those set of eyes before he proceeded to offer his hand to me.

"Zacharias."

I only eyed his hand because I had no plans to take it. He bobbed his head lightly and returned his hand back on his pocket when he realized I had no plans to accept his introduction. Or to even welcome him with a fake smile.

"I am already warned about this," I heard him whisper to himself. He turned to look at Deither because he knows he cannot extract anything from me. "Where is your car?"

I waited for Deither's words but like me, he only ignored the talkative man infront of us. Zacharias, tired at our tandem, bent on his motorcycle, his right foot which is on the ground taps up and down, observing us still. He suddenly moved the other leg to remove himself fully from his vehicle. He threw me the helmet first before he threw his key to Deither.

"l can't believe I am this surrounded by morbid people." I heard him say before he started walking on the way towards his friend's house like he is just casually walking on a beachside.

Deither instantly rided and manipulated it so I silently settled myself behind him.

I noticed a phone's flash being directed to us and the sound of a phone, capturing nonstop photos, so I turned back to Zacharias and I found him on the action, documenting me and Deither in his motorcycle.

He swiftly returned to walk on his way again. I ignored his actions and concentrated on our way when Deither made the motorcycle fly its way.

"How did you know I was there?" I asked between the ride.

"As soon as Trey and Jonas announced how you departed on the mansion, someone instructed me to follow and not leave you behind."

Now, who is that someone?

-

We reached the center with inquisitive eyes staring at us.

I immediately remove myself on the motorcycle and walked past them to direct myself to the large tree behind the building that would head me to my room faster. I jumped and clung to the branches of it until I reached the second floor where I swiftly jump the distance to drop flat on the floor with my bare feet feeling its coldness.

I entered my room to immediately lay myself down to sleep. I am already on a long sleep but the idiotic telephone in this room pulled me up from my slumber. I reached for it on the lamp table and settled it on my ears with my eyes still closed.

"This is Remus."

"Where are you?"

He didn't even allow me to breathe when he fired me again.

"Whose shirt and scent are you wearing? And you are braless in his back?" he continuously flooded me.

My eyes opened from the angsty voice on the line that is screaming pure malice. I can feel my gray eyes turn livid with an idea. Remus's anger over something this petty brought excruciating vengeance on me so instead of ending the call, I uttered something that would also destroy his day.

"Someone who I also rided with after you."

I took his following silence as an opportunity to drop the call. The telephone immediately rings after seconds of the ended call.

Nonetheless, I proceeded to soothe myself back on the comfortable bed with a different kind of satisfaction descending on me hearing his nonstop call.

Who's gonna sleep with frustrations on his head tonight?

Not me.