Sunglasses

"Did you stay up all night to read the book?" She asked and walked closer to him.

"How would you know?" He asked as he turned away to avoid her taking off his glasses. She grabbed his hand and smiled.

"You did stay up all night," she teased and forced herself to take off his glasses but he pushed his face left and right so she wouldn't touch his face. "Let me see," she cried.

"There nothing to see," he frowned. Claire took a short break by looking at him and them, she took a fast move to remove the glasses.

A man was stronger, he took her hand and swirled her around so she wouldn't dare touch the glasses, he held both her hands to her belly, making it seem like he was hugging her from behind.

Claire didn't force herself not to express her likeness for the position. Her body was burning and embracing his approach. "Is it that bad?" She asked.

"What?"

"Your face," she looked over her shoulder.

"It's sunny..."

"Don't lie to me, I know," she stepped on his toe.

"What's that for?" He pushed her away. And Claire wished she didn't do that because now he wasn't holding her to his body.

"You have the guts to lie to me!" She exclaimed as she was angry at herself. But silence followed and only God knew the look he was giving her behind those glasses, she wondered what he was up to.

"Why..." He began and lifted his feet to go forward to her. "Do you always yell at me, I'm older, did you forget?" Claire could imagine his fierce face so as he took feet closer to her she began to push back.

"You talk to me as if I'm your mate, it's so disrespectful!" She flinched when he spat. "You dare me a lot, you do things that you need to be beaten for but I pardon you," he slammed his hands to the wall when she reached the wall.

"Beate--beaten, I only slapped you," she looked at his sunglasses, wishing she could see his eyes.

"I'm older!"

"So?" She asked, causing him to gasp invisibly. Claire stole that opportunity to remove his glasses and when she beheld his face, she burst into laughter. "It's not that bad," she cupped his face.

Corey was too shocked to respond to her. He was on the verge was hitting his fist on her head for taking off his glasses but when her face looked emotionless as if she was processing the expression to her view, he wanted to know what she'd think of him which was stupid but he did it.

He watched her laugh and touch his face, reminding him of how his mother usually bragged about his face, she'd always cautioned him and his brother to take care of their faces because it was precious.

She was cute with the unfinished makeup though, he hid his smile as possible as he could and jerked her hand off his face. "Okay, I'm sorry," she said.

"W..." He was about to say.

"For urging you to return the book today, I'm sorry," she went forward and placed her hand on his shoulders. "Were you expecting me to apologize?" She laughed as she wasn't sincere about her apology. She then turned around to locate her mirror. "Don't wear that, you look funny. I can cover it up with make-up if you let me," she said and looked at him to see him looking frazzled, she stood up and brought him to sit on the chair across the mirror.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Shut up," she muttered but he heard.

"Why do you lack respect?"

"I respect you, handsome," she searched for the brush and leaned closer to his face. Corey had to push back. "Are you a girl?"

"Huh?"

"To push back," she pointed.

"I don't like how close your face is to my face," he said. "You look uglier as you come closer which is scary."

Claire gasped. "I hate you!" She frowned. "And I'll make you know that I'm uglier," she grabbed his face and brought hers so close to his that only their eyes peering at each other happened. "You are so bad with words," she spat on his lips. So he pushed her hardly causing her to hit the mirror. "Why are you so mean?!" She attacked him but he had stood to check if he hurt her.

"I didn't mean to," he said innocently.

"You called me ugly and now, you almost killed me. If I had hit the mirror with my head, I'd have died!"

"I didn't mean to, you know that," he felt accused.

"You are so exhausting," she eyed him and push him off her chair to sit.

"If you aren't coming because I call you ugly..."

"I'm coming with you!!" She yelled at her reflection before looking at him. "Why are you looking at me that way?"

He looked at her reflection and shook his head. "I don't know why I had to meet someone like you," he said.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"You are one big... ugly woman!" He made it hit her so hard that she tossed her brush to the ground.

"I'm not ugly!"

"And who said you aren't? Has any man mentioned that you are beautiful? Only a fool will," he loved the effects his words made on her so he smiled and settled his mind to see how she fumed like a ram ready to fight.

But wait...she remembered yesterday and smiled. "The fool is you," she chuckled. "You said I looked beautiful yesterday," she said.

"I was fooled by the make-up," he was still winning.

"You think it's fun?" She walked up to him in anger but unfortunately lost a step and slipped to the ground.

The girl had outstretched her hand for him to help her but he just watched her fall pitifully to the ground. "Why do you hate me so much?" She cried on the floor.

"I don't hate you, Claire, you are too disrespectful."

"How do you now want me..." She groaned. "To respect you? Kiss your feet or worship you like you are God?"

"No, watch your tongue when you talk to me. I'm your senior," he looked at her on the floor. "I've waited one hour here because of your childishness and disrespect."

"Aww, Donald, you are so cruel!" She rolled over to get to her feet and then she glared at him until her eyes began to see darkness. "You aren't going to say sorry for letting me fall and saying I'm ugly?"

"No," he said. "Absolutely not!"

"Why?"

"Until you apologize to me for being disrespectful," he took his glasses from her table but she slapped them off his hand.

"How about I kiss you to make it extraordinary?" She smiled. "My mouth on yours, you want an apology, right?"