Chapter Five: Car Fun?

[I know what you're thinking.]

-Author ChristL

It's even vaguer than vague what I'm thinking while his hand slowly descends on my hand.

His finger occupied every space on my finger.

And the warmth of his palm helps my sanity to return.

My stomach hurts.

But he almost dragged me because of his huge step.

He and I were in the Fevar's parking lot when we stopped because I couldn't walk anymore.

Maybe he didn't mean to pull me that hard and force me to walk as fast as he did? but maybe he is really doing that on purpose?

He's still mad at me I know. I'm fucking a mess right now.

and shit, he's the one that saved me from those three bastards.

How embarrassing.

He stopped and I bowed until my knees almost dropped on the floor.

I know he was just looking at me while I almost had four eyes due to double vision.

What's in that Sir Fred's whiskey that makes me so dizzy right now?

"C-Cox I can go to my car. T-Thank you—"

"Get up bitch. You ain't going to act like a child there." his baritone voice

He tightened his hold on me and I immediately stood up.

"P-Please, m-my stomach r-rumbles..." I just said when I stood up and faced him.

I caught his eyes that were as deep as the sea but as cold as the entire arctic.

Even though I was dizzy, I tried to remove his hand that was covering my hand but it was tight and he was looking at me intently.

"My head hurts." I whispered.

I don't know if he can hear me or not, it's just that I have a headache.

he cleared his throat and didn't let go of me.

I could feel the hatred in his eyes as his Adam waved again and again.

I swallowed. Silence like this drives me crazy.

It's even crazier because he's in front of me. The person I've always avoided.

"I... I can drive, please Cox... l-let me." I said even though I was weak.

He looked away. Maybe because of the sound of the car from behind me that I heard.

"It's obviously that you can't. Don't be boastful. You can't go home yourself."

he said. even though he seemed angry, I chose to speak.

I won't allow him to drive me home too—silly. Will he? Cox never does that!

especially to me? his mortal. enemy.

"I can. I can. Please let me go. I can handle myself." I said and I just saw him shake his head.

He set my hand free.

And the hand he let go was once again seized by the cold wind.

I grabbed my cell phone as he handed me my bag.

I smiled at him. I don't know how I look like since my hair is scattered around my face. I only wear it down since the party is at night and it's not hot but it's a shame because it's messy now.

He could say something rude to me about my appearance, but that's not what's important to me as of now.

I was about to take a step when my head hurt causing me to stop.

I heard his breathing deeply, maybe because of his disappointment with me?

I stepped forward again with two crooked eyes.

I swallowed. Maybe acidity was in my throat.

"Oh fuck." Cox said.

I felt relieved when I felt his hand around me as I felt so high.

Wait—

What?

No way?!

"Cy... Stop. Put me down! I can go home!" I said softly.

"Can go home your ass. Stupid, you're so drunk." He hissed.

His grip tightened on my head and I felt a pain from there.

I closed my eyes.

Maybe Cox wasn't that bad?

I don't understand myself.

My mind was confused as he picked me up in a bridal syle but my whole soul was complacent towards him as if I was sure that he wouldn't hurt me.

What I don't understand is that I always think I'm embarrassing in front of this man because he always insults me and calls me low class.

But my heart is very calm for him. Not just heart but also my soul.

Because even then he didn't hurt me physically.

I closed my eyes.

Does this crazy man have a heart? Really?

I can feel his heart beating loud and fast.

I can feel every beat of it because my arm is close to his chest where his heart lies.

I tried to open my right eye.

I just saw him, staring straight at the way while his tongue moistened her red lips and swallowed again and again.

while my hand was placing on his chest.

I wonder if he's mad? more than that mad mad?

Shit. It won't happen again because I won't do it again.

after a while he bowed down.

and I felt that he put me in the car.

He slowly adjusted my foot and he stopped.

Even though I was dizzy, I looked at him taking something out from a small space in front.

He removed the wrap of it and touched my leg again.

He removed my heel and put a bandage on the part of my foot that had a wound.

I heard him breathing heavily. "Don't wear heels if you're not used to it. You'll get blisters." He said.

I couldn't answer 'cause of the pain in my head.

I felt a hand on my side and he pulled something there.

His breathing was so heavy that I immediately felt when our faces come closer at each other while he was adjusting the seatbelt on me.

Fuck.

Is that his perfume? I thought it was a perfume in the venue because the smell I smelled on him now was everywhere in the party!

I sniffed it. But just a little.

I don't want him to notice that I'm addicted to the smell of his collar while he's busy fixing something in front of me.

Shit my throat!

"Anything else?" he asked.

He was so plain and I hated it. I don't know what to react since his eyes were on mine.

"Cox..." I called him.

should i say this? embarrassing!

"Cox I... I." I'm getting weak.

"What?"

"Cox I… I—"

damnit.

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Cox held tightly to the girl's waist while the girl sank into his chest.

He swallowed and closed his eyes while biting his lower lip.

"Cox I..."

That's all Sca said when she pulled the young man's collar and vomited on his clothes.

And Cy didn't do anything but to stay while the girl continued to vomit.

"You're really a pain in my ass!" he hissed. Almost whispering. "Shit."

This was his first time being dragged by someone in his colar and also, to become the trashcan for other people to vomit—and in his clothes to be used as a fucking trashcan.

But what he doesn't understand is why he is even more angry with himself than the girl who vomited in his clothes?

"S-Sorry..." Sca said last and completely lost consciousness.

Cox stood up and walked to the back of his Rolls Royce and took out a pack of wipes.

He went to the driver's seat while holding it and quickly closed the door.

He took off the coat he was wearing and luckily he had an extra t-shirt to change into.

He immediately cleaned his pants. Since he didn't have extra pants, he just cleaned them and sprayed a lot of sanitizer alcohol before becoming complacent with it.

He turned his gaze to the girl next to him and immediately took a deep breath.

Now he doesn't know what to do now that Sca is asleep.

Should he fix her head? tie the hair scattered on her face or let her have her sleep?

in the end Cox couldn't bear to take off the bracelet he was wearing.

He used it to temporarily tie the girl's hair when he could also feel the heat in the area.

He quickly turned on the air conditioner inside his car and took many more wipes sheets to wipe the girl's forehead's sweat and to her lips.

He stopped.

He wasn't sure if he should also wipe Sca's neck and her chest.

He swallowed harder and closed his eyes firmly as he gently wiped her sweat on her neck down to her shoulder.

But he realized that the girl's warm hand was holding his hand while trying to say. "Please don't..."

He inhaled. Does Scarlett mean by that word not to hurt her? or do bad things?

Did she think that Cox maybe wanted to rape her?

Cox shook his head and whispered. "I'm just... c-cleaning y-your mess, a-asshole."

stuttering as his stomach felt hurt.

He adjusted his seat and held the steering wheel tightly.

His breathings were heavy as if it was his fault to breathe.

He started the engine and drives peacefully while one of his hands travels to his own thigh—trying to calm his self down.