chapter eight, all about him

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a furious storm danced in the latina's dark orbs, a frustrated breath escaping her lips, her eyes shutting then reopening as she twirls around to look at henrik irritably.

"what, henrik?"

henrik smirks. "is that anyway to talk to your best friend from high school?"

aviva's eyes was devoid of emotions. "i had a best friend, my only best friend, my first friend and now she's dead."

henrik stares at her, his emotions switching quickly.

"you weren't my friend and as far as i am remembering–––you completely ignored me." aviva glares at him.

henrik raised a dark brow in surprise and excitement. "remember? you're starting to remember?"

"do you even remember what happened to you?" henrik questions.

aviva scoffs, rolling her eyes at henrik, her facial expression then turning in worry and confusion. "something happened to me? what happened?"

henrik sighs out, shaking his head.

"you know, if you know, then tell me." she impatiently says.

henrik grins. "you reaching at the tip of the truthful mountain is worth the excitement."

"oh, god." aviva mumbles frustratedly.

aviva then saw henrik's blue eyes flickering around as if looking to see if anyone was around.

"scared, henrik?" aviva teased.

henrik scoffs. "does it look like i'm afraid? i don't scare easily."

"then, why are you looking around as if we're doing some illegal business?" aviva teased.

henrik sighs out, him pushing his self closer to aviva, who stares at him skeptically.

"relax!" henrik laughs out. "i'm not going to kiss you."

"i was just browsing through to see if your friend jessy ortiz is here, he's like your bodyguard, always around." henrik rolls his eyes.

aviva glares at him. "i don't need a guard."

henrik smirks at aviva, who seemed angry by the minute, him then leaning closer to her, his face brushing against hers, his lips hovering over her ear.

"i won't give you the answers you want, but–––i'll definitely give you a little clue." henrik whispers, his lips grazing across her earlobe.

aviva pulled away, her sighing out at him. "are you trying to help me or seduce me, argent?"

henrik smirks. "why? are you feeling seduced, mccall?"

aviva huffs, an angered expression on her face, her then getting ready to storm away, henrik stares at her as she walked pass him.

"aviva? wait, aviva."

the girl ignored him, henrik looking at her as she just ignored him.

"it's about camden, all right?"

aviva twirls around to look at him, walking towards him.

"what do you know?" aviva questions.

"everything that's trying to make you remember is because of camden, you have lost an entire part of your life and it involves you and camden and your..." his voice trailed off, not finishing the sentence, which frustrated the girl even more.

aviva exhales deeply, her eyes softly staring at him. "why are you helping me, henrik?"

"guilt, regret, or just plain boredom." henrik shrugs, walking away from her, this time leaving her to look at him.

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