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Dia:
I rushed to the dorms. Heading towards our room as fast as I can be. Hoping Dua didn't do anything stupid. Because I swear she's crazy. I know how extreme she can go just to prove a point.
Just few people seems to be around, because, almost everyone is at the arena right now, assisting the match.
I reached our dorm door and took a deep breath, breathing in and out, twice. Mentally preparing myself for what's on the other side of the door, and I knocked. "Who is it?" She asked. "It's me, Dia, open up." I replied. "Oh." I heard her say from the other side. The door finally opening, revealing Dua with a wide smile plastered across her face.
I squints my eyes in suspicion, "Why are you smiling Dua?" The realisation starts kicking in, somehow, I knew this whole 'i am sick' thing was a scam, but I was not expecting it to be true at all.
"Nothing. I just thought you'd not come, but you did!" She smirks. Is she for real right now? "I thought you said you were sick." Dua's face held a mischievous grin.
And that's when I knew she was up to something.
"Dua, I don't have time for your games right now." I turn on my heels to leave and go continue watching the game with Alia. "I'm serious Dia. I'm not feeling too well, just come in and see for yourself." She went and sat on her chair by the window, waiting for me to get in the room.
I huff out in frustration. I don't know what to do. Something is telling me that she's lying. And that she's making all this up. She looks absolutely fine to me.
After a long indecisive debate between my heart and my brain, I got in. The power and control she has over me is unreal. I fear she'd tell me to murder someone, and I'd gladly do it. I just can't control myself around her. I'm a mess.
I close the door but didn't lock it. I was planning to return back to the arena after giving her some medicine I have in my bag. My mother always gives me two packs of painkillers to bring every time I go back home.
I'm just going to give two pills of paracetamol, and water to Dua, for her to drink, and make my way out of here. "What's paining you?" I ask. "I dunno, I just wasn't feeling fine?" She says, unsure of her answer.
"Dua you told me that you were sick and I came here rushing like a fool, and now I'm asking you and you're not giving me a valid answer." I looked over at her, but her face was showing no remorse or whatsoever.
"See, this is why I can't stand you. You always find ways to make me feel stupid and dumb. Its like, everyday you wake up, the more determined you are to make my life miserable than it already is. And that is so not cool." I went over to my side of the room to get the bag where I keep my medicines. "I really don't know what the hell you want from me." I complained. Going through my things, in search of the bag.
My breath hitched in my throat when I suddenly felt someone pressing themselves behind me, closely enough. Warm breath brushed against the side of my neck. The beating of my heart picked up.
"I don't know either." Her smooth voice entered my ears, sending chills to my core. I felt her shifting closer, tightly pressing herself against my back. A low gasp left my lips.
"Dua," I swallowed, "What are you doing?" My voice coming out in a whisper. I suddenly felt my body being spun around, so I was facing her. Her eyes were locked on me. Taking in every inch of my face. Her eyes lingering on my lips.
How the heck did we get here? Everything was happening so fast.
A heavy breath left my lips as I stared back into her brown eyes. She was peering down at me from her height. She was so close. I took in her features, my eyes also lingering on her pink lips.
"You drive me crazy." She said, her warm breath brushing against my bottom lip. My brows furrowed as I try to register her words.
What does she mean by that?
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