Chapter 13

Ace had come over to my apartment and we searched for movies online but we didn't find a movie that intrigued us. After hours of boredom–just two minutes–we finally decided to diverge. I loved the movie. Beatrice is also known as Tris in the movie showed us the effects of courage and determination. With those two elements, you could be anything and anyone you want.

"I'm sorry happy that they both got out alive" Ace commented

"Yeah I know, "I said

"Their story almost made me cry. Almost" he said sniffing

His statement caught me off guard

"That made you cry?"I asked with an incredulous look plastered on my face

"Yes" he replied

"You are not kidding?"I asked

"No. Why do you look so surprised" he asked

"I don't know"I shrugged "Maybe this movie isn't worth crying for"

He shrugged

"I guess you are right but Midnight Sun is bound to make you cry" he stated

"Yeah right, "I said standing up to make dinner. You guessed it. Sandwiches.

"Believe me," he said, standing up to follow me

"I do, "I said although I didn't believe him

"It's the story of a girl who can't go out during the day since she has a skin disorder or something like that and she meets a guy who loves her...."

"Let me guess they didn't end up together," I said opening the freezer to get the ingredients needed

"Yes," he seemed surprised. "But it was because she died" he concluded and stared at me.

"What?"I asked

"Isn't that a touching story?" he asked

"Nope, not at all," I said with a shrug

"You don't have a heart" he stated with a frown etched on his face

"So I have been told"I responded with a light chuckle. I finished making the sandwiches and gave Ace a taste of my masterpiece.

"So what do you think?"I asked him while studying his face for an expression but his face was blank.

"Do you cook food like this?" he asked with his expression still blank

"No, this is the only food I know how to cook properly" I replied with a shrug

"So you're telling me that you can make a sandwich that makes my taste buds ask for more but you don't know how to cook?"

"That's it, "I said and tided up the kitchen

"Wow," he seemed surprised. Very surprised.

"I know right"

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I stared at nothing in particular, maybe the ceiling fan or just the darkroom. Ace had left hours ago and I was left by myself. Alone. I was used to being alone so right now it wasn't a big deal.

Eventually, I stood up from my bed and proceeded to the kitchen to get water. I heard a sound with no footsteps. By the second it was becoming louder although I could make out that the owner of the footstep was walking slowly. I stretched my hand into the darkness searching for any weapon I could use to defend myself. I found a saucepan. I was very unlucky when it came to weapons–first in St Clair's apartment, now in my apartment–I shook my head to get rid of unimportant thoughts so I could focus all my senses and nerves on fighting off my potential attacker.

I walked slowly to the source of the footsteps. Walking carefully to avoid making sounds. I got to the living room and I launched at the attacker. I heard a grunt and a wave of pride hit me.

"Are you sure you are not trying to get me killed?" a familiar voice asked

"St Clair?"

I searched for the light switch and flipped it on.

"I am so so so sorry," I said immediately, dropping the saucepan and crouching to his side.

He cursed

"Were you trying to burgle me?"I asked

"What no" he replied immediately

"Well either way you still have to be punished"

I used the saucepan in my hand to hit him multiple times. He turned and adjusted his body in a way that my back was to the ground and he was towering above me.

"Who has the upper hand now?" he asked with a proud smirk plastered on his face.

"I now get off," I said trying to push him off me but he didn't budge.

"I'll tickle you if you don't tell me who has the upper hand hazel" he warned

"I have the upper hand, St Clair"

All of a sudden I started feeling ticklish and I realized he was tickling me. I tried to suppress my laughter but I couldn't as I burst into a hysterical fit of laughter.

"You have the upper hand" I managed to mutter in between laughs

"That's right"

I finally calmed down and immediately I faced him. I was met with blue eyes staring at me. Our faces almost touching. His gaze traveled around my face and lingered on my lips for a while. I realized that we were in a very compromising position so I pushed my way out from underneath him

"Why were you walking quietly into my apartment? What was your motion?"I asked, trying to gather my scattered feelings.

He stood up then shrugged

"I wanted to scare you"

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Seriously?"I asked

"I was bored and I thought scaring you would brutally kill the boredom but....." he trailed off

"Don't you have your girlfriend to perform that task?" I asked

"She's busy, "he said and somehow I knew he wasn't telling the truth.

"With what?"I questioned

"With work" he answered

"What work?"

"Fine, fine, I just don't want to hang out with her right now. It would be good to get to know you more" he confessed

"You already know me"I deadpanned

"I don't. I know you don't cook, you are new here in Paris, you have a friend named Lila or so and that you are here for work" he seemed to think for a while.

"Other than that I know nothing about you " he finished

"And I would like to keep it that way," I said with folded arms.

"Why would you want that?" he asked

"Because it's better that way"