The elites (discontinued)

Chapter 12: Mira's point of view

'Knock knock!' I said cheerfully as I knocked the door of Zane's room. 'Coming through!'

'Don't---,' he started but he probably forgot the rest of his sentence for I was already poking my head in. I almost screamed when I saw Zane in there...having nothing but a towel draped around his waist and a bottle of fruit juice in his hand. His wet, black hair glistened in the light. Water was dripping down his neck to his bare chest. Hot...was the only word that came into my mind and for some strange reason, I wanted to trail my fingers down the same path the tiny droplets of water have taken. Blushing, I shook my head frantically and shrugged the thought off. For a pastry chief, Zane was pretty muscular. His slightly tanned skin only adder further to his charms.

'What the...? Get out!!!' He shouted, his face a dark shade of red.

My face turned redder when I realised that I have been staring. 'Sor...sorry! I'll wait for you outside!!' I exclaimed before shutting the door.

Oh my God what was I doing, standing and starung like that? I inhaled a deep breath as I tried to regain my composure. But he is hot... a little voice in my head protested, making the blood flow to my cheeks.

Suddenly, the door bolted open to reveal a fully clothed Zane. 'Mi..Mira...you pervert...,'  he stammered, his cheeks flaming.

'Shuddup! It wasn't on purpose!' I protested.

'You came in even though I told you not to,'  he shot back, glaring at me.

'Don't be mad...please? I'm sorry,' I apologised as I tiptoed to ruffle his hair

'Hey stop that,' he said as he flicked my hand away. I chuckled as I tried to touch his hair again. 'I warned you...,' he continued. Before I knew it, my ponytail was undone and Zane was standing there holding my hairband with a triumph smile on his face 

'Give it back,' I said as I tried to reach out for it. He smirked as he raised his hand holding my hairband higher so that I couldn't reach it. 'No fair...meanie,' I whined and he merely laughed, dangling my hairband in the air. Annoyed, I pulled his hand towards me. He tripped over something and stumbled forward, bringing me down with him. I shrieked as I hit the ground, with Zane landing on top of me.

'Owww...,' I groaned and before I could whine that he is heavy, I looked up to find his face only a few inches away from mine. Close...too close... I thought to myself. He smelt of strawberry shampoo. Sweet and nice.

'Co...coming in...,' someone said and the door suddenly opened to reveal Henrietta with a huge pile of bed sheets. 'Oh my God what are you two doing?' She screamed.

'No no! Its nothing like that!!' Zane and I immediately shouted in unison. I could only guess what Henrietta was seeing : Me in Zane's room, with Zane on top of me.

'I'm so..sorry..continue whatever you were doing...I...I won't be a third wheel,' Henrieta stuttured, turning to leave.

'Stop....just stop. Its not what it looks like,' Zane explained as he got off me.

'Yeah it isn't. We fell down. Its a long story but I promise you there is nothing between us and we were not about to do that,' I explained, grabbing her from behind to prevent her from leaving. 'Let me just tell you more about my other plan to get you and Yvan back together.' I added before she could say anything.

'Fine. But you owe me and explanation,' she replied. 'So what is this genius plan of yours that requires me to run around collecting bed sheets?' She asked.

'Simple. Zane you room is directly above Yvan's right?' I asked, turning my attention to Zane. He simply nodded. 'And since Yvan made it so that we can't enter through his door, we have to enter through another opening. And that is, the window.' I continued.

'And how are we suppose to do that?' Henrietta asked, crossing her arms against her chest.

'By throwing you down the window of course,' Zane replied while laughing.

'Indeed..by throwing you down the window,' I agreed.

'Wait what? I was only joking....,' Zane said.

'Mira are you serious? Are you indirectly telling me to commit suicide?' Henrietta asked, raising her eyebrows.

'Yes and no. I'm serious but I'm not intending to dirty my hands and commit murder,' I chuckled. 'We just need to tie those bedsheets together and form something like a long rope.'

'Yeah sure! And then something will break and I'll fall and die,' Henrietta replied sarcastically.

'You said you would do anything,' I reminded.

'Fine.. but be prepared to hear weird noises and see things flying around in your room if I die,' Henrietta sighed.

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