Three Phantoms of You [bxb]

Too Tease

Kiev:

Thanks for the talk.

A text from an unknown number drowns another figment of licidity. I'm keeping my eyes on Nolan, and nowhere in sight is there a phone in his hand for him to text me at this moment.

If not him, then who?

I'm being messed up by someone. Someone is watching us as we speak and as I walk away, making me think that it's Nolan who's giving me all these sinister texts. However, if one were to set him up, they wouldn't probably be too flagrant about it, which makes it creepier as hell.

There are many options as to who could be hitting me up with these shits. Mostly because my conflicts are uncountable to both hands: exes, schoolmates I had feud with. Hell, even crappy teachers might be a possibility.

Yet no one will really try to do those things unless you do something worse for them, and what I've given is far from deep. Okay, yeah, not giving a thing about them during breakups can be a little undignified, but still-

I walked once again to the counter because there was no way I'd be leaving this room unguarded. I can be hard-hearted, but my heart's not really a brave one for me to not feel edged out.

"I think I'll just stay here for a minute," I say to Nolan. "You mind going out, maybe, after your shift?"

He gives me a confused look topped with an unsure smile. As if he doesn't trust me or my words.

Okay. I know that we're not really on that level to ask each other out. Even platonically, I puke at the thought of us being together, but I'm frantic, and I don't really know that many people here. And it's my full intention to keep an eye on him while we're together anyway. So why not?

"Uhhh, sure?" he replies ambiguously. His staring right through my motive, and all I could give him was a smile that looked so fake. Yeah, it'll be hard to hide all my hatred for him. "What made you change your mind? Creepy texts again?"

I swear. He knows how to read minds. However, with the reaction I just had earlier, I doubt he wouldn't have guessed. But it'll be too obvious if that's my reason for asking him out.

"Eh, I just want to hang out with you. Is that hard to believe?" I say with no optimism. It's better because it lets them know that I could be serious. And it'll be hard to reject me anyway.

But Nolan? Yeah, he doesn't mind doing that over and over again to me.

He rolls his eyes at me and continues his work. "I'd rather spend the rest of my day in my room than with you." It's cold, but I need to warm him up to get him to say yes.

"Please." I didn't plead; I just blurted it out, yet he couldn't help but smile at it. He really is a bitch most of the time. The other times, he's just straight-up rude.

He clicks his tongue on his cheeks, which I can read could be a tease. "Beg first," he says.

In no way's hell would I do that, especially to him. And I can't really tell him to shut up if I want him to come with me, so I just played along.

"Yeah, I don't really do that unless it turns someone on. Does it? Does it turn you on?"

He shifts and looks at me with different eyes. I've seen it multiple times, even directed at me, yet I couldn't stare at them the same way. Only those who actually feel lust would gaze you dry with it. Just like what he's doing. Hopefully, he's joking as well, because I know what he can do with looks, and he's good at deceiving with it.

He answers more wittily, as if he's really interested. "Coming from you, it won't really do anything. But I love to see it."

He can't even finish a sentence without dragging in its essence. "Come with me then, and I'll show you later."