CHAPTER 2- UNDRESS
"Oh, thank God you're awake!"
I heard a female's voice exclaimed.
"How are you feeling, are you okay now?"
"I'm fine, I guess." I said, looking at my surroundings. I think I'm in a ward, only curtains separates me to other patients.
I looked at the girl in front of me and remembered that she's the last person I saw before I pass out.
"You almost died, thank God you only got minor bruises or else you're burried six feet under the ground now!" Again she said it with a superior voice and I'm kind of frightened to her.
"You're way exaggerating. What happened exactly?" I asked, not knowing anything at all how I magically lying here now in a hospital bed.
"You got hit by a car, you idiot! You were staring at me the whole time you're in the middle of the street and magic happened." She said sarcastically. This girl surely have the nerve.
"And where's the driver?" I asked, feeling annoyed.
"He's gone. He drove off after he accidentally hit you, but the cops are working on it now. Don't worry about it." She replied smiling.
I was taken aback by her reply. No, not by her words but with her smile. Just a minutes ago she's practically yelling at me and now she's smiling like she just won a lottery. What is she, a bipolar?
"No."
"What?"
"I'm not bipolar, my name's Michelle." Did I just say that aloud? Shit.
"Yes, you just did. And please, watch your language." She said but the smile wasn't there, instead she sent me a glare.
"So tell me, where's your address so I could walk you home."
"You don't have to do that."
"I have to."
"I could walk, you know."
"The doctor said you won't be able to walk normally."
"But I only got minor bruises like what you just told me."
"I lied."
"What?"
Michelle smiled sheepishly, heaving a sigh. "Okay, I wanted to help you because I'm the reason why this happened to you."
So in the end, we were walking to my place, she helped me by looping her arm around my waist, my left arm on her shoulder as we walked side by side. She asked me what my name is, told her I'm River Ellison, the most handsome guy she could ever met and she laughed jabbing my side at the same time. She also asked why I'm here and told her I'm here for vacation, but that's not it though. There's more than that but I refused to say it.
By the time I wake up, she's gone. What kind of guy am I for not even thanking her for her kindness? And the fact that I fell asleep the moment I saw my bed was humiliating, but I don't think she mind because she left me something, placed at the top of my side table. Written in a piece of paper, she said:
River, sleepyhead!
Nice meeting you. Call me if you
need help, 03061996.
Awesome than you,
Michelle
I smiled at this, her penmanship was perfect. And she seems friendly and nice, I think we will get along.
A knock on my door caught my attention, I left my food in the kitchen counter and walk towards the peep hole. A smile spread through my face when I saw who the person is.
"Hi." I greeted as I open the door. She wears the same smile she gave me the last time, I take in her appearance. A white v-neck shirt that shows her cleavage, but not too much, a blue ripped skinny jeans and a pair of black Vans.
"So, what can I help you? You texted me last night saying, "Hey Michelle, can you come over my place tomorrow morning, I have something to ask you."" She quoted my message, mimicking my voice. I laughed at her.
"Don't do that again, you sound like a drunk douchè bag."
"You're saying that you're a douchè bag."
"That's not what I mean! All I'm saying is that don't try mimicking my voice again because you're doing it wrong." I explained but the smile never leaving my lips.
"Oh yeah, but you know what, you really do sound like a drunk douchè bag when you speak". Michelle said with a glint in her eyes. So she's messing with me, I'm game for it!
We sat in my beige sofa, damn it's softness. Hormones inside me are going crazy when Michelle leaned down to pick up the magazine placed at the floor. Well, I'm a guy, I don't know the word 'organize'. Her cleavage fuck it!
As she sat up straight, she furrowed her brows. Who wouldn't? I was literally in front of her, inches apart from her boobs and imagine my hands almost touched it. But I played it cool, she wants to mess around right, and I'm doing my part.
I kissed her cheek. Yanked my hands on her hips, tightening my grip as I whispered the word that made her tense up.
"Undress."
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Waaaaaah!! What the hell?!?!? River was so aggressive huh, what do you think guys?!?!
In this story you'll see a different River, his other side. Lol.
