Something About Him

Chapter 12: The perks of being popular

Cynthia's POV

"Um...Damien..." I called out hesitantly, walking into the empty auditorium.

Now don't ask me how I knew I would find him here. I just felt it...or maybe it was because I knew the auditorium would be empty at this time.

"Is this your favourite smoking spot?" I asked smiling unknowingly as I found him on the same spot where I accidentally poured water on him last night, doing the exact same thing that he was doing last night.

"Well...if you don't mind..." I paused before sitting beside him on the floor while still maintaining a decent distance from him.

"I'm a bit tired actually" I continued, leaning my back against the pillar.

"You know cigarette smoking is really very injurious to health" I said a moment later, genuinely feeling concerned for him.

"And considering myself as your friend, I'm about to do something which will probably get you mad at me but I'm gonna do it anyways..." I paused before carefully grabbing the cigarette, which was currently between his lips and held by his fingers, and throwing it away after making sure it was not lit anymore.

"What?" I asked as I got absolutely no reaction from him.

"I think we have spoken enough times to be friends now" I said.

"Well, not we exactly because only I have been speaking all this time...whenever we have met but anyways" I added.

"So I was saying...that..." I stopped, frowning as I saw him lighting another cigarette.

"Damien...don't..." I said and out of reflex my hand reached out to his, stopping him from lighting that cigarette as he halted in his actions and finally decided to spare me a glance.

"I'm sorry" I mumbled quickly withdrawing my hand as he glared at me.

Well...there goes all my confidence.

"Actually I didn't mean to bother you again but I just had to speak with you regarding those..." I paused as he threw the cigarette in his bag before getting off the floor.

"Regarding those pictures...and I know that you are most probably upset or maybe even mad over this incident but I promise I had nothing to do with it..." I paused yet again, glancing up at him only to find him already on his way out.

"But obviously you don't care" I mumbled to myself while staring at his retreating figure.

What is this guy really?

I wondered.

"No. Jenny. That's not how you are supposed to say it" I said almost yelling at the poor girl as we were rehearsing for our play.

"Please, Jenny, do me a favour and rehearse your dialogue properly" I added as she just mumbled an 'okay' while nodding her head.

"And Ishaan...Ishaan right?..." I paused as he glanced up at me from his phone.

"Are you here to play games on your phone or to rehearse for the play?" I asked sarcastically, with an eyebrow raised.

"Why? Would you rather I play games with you?" He replied with a teasing grin which I personally found disgusting.

"Ew..." I said with a horrified look on my face.

"Get off that phone and get on the stage with others right now" I added as he did what he was asked to do. 

"And why are you guys making me feel as if I'm the director of this goddamn play?" I asked in frustration.

"Where the hell is Steve anyways?" I asking referring to the guy who was supposed to help us direct this play.