Hopelessly Devoted

Chapter 10

Rewind 《 17/07/2009

London seemed a little more peaceful and quiet now. Maybe because it was summer and everyone else went for holiday. I didn't have time for holiday. I was busy for at least half of my summer doing assignments and trying every opportunity to take pictures everywhere I go. At first, Sam didn't mind me carrying my camera around wherever we went, but after awhile, he had a little outburst at the park when we were having our picnic. It was honestly so funny because I've never seen him rant on and on about something. He's mostly quiet when he's angry or frustrated or just utterly annoyed.

"For Christ's sake, could you please put that bloody thing away."

I glared at him but acted like nothing happened and continued snapping photos. "For your information," I said through the camera. "This bloody thing happens to be a camera. Didn't you know that, Sam?"

I could feel him getting hotter and hotter by the minute. Not that he isn't already hot enough by the way he's squinting his eyes at me. I couldn't help but turn to him and quickly took his picture. At first he didn't react to it, but after I zoomed my camera lens to the object behind of him, blurring off his face, he stood up and walked towards me. This is it, I thought. This is how I'm going to die. It happened all too quickly. He was ready to take away my camera but I quickly got up and took a run for it. I could here him shouting my name and chasing after me but all I could do was laugh and scream.

"Come back here you rascal!"

"Never!"

Obviously, my running wasn't fast enough to escape him. After a good minute of trying to escape from him, he finally caught up to me and tackled me onto the ground. Lucky for me, my camera landed gracefully next to us and it didn't break.

"Get off me!" I shrieked.

He smirked. "No can do, love. You have to be punished."

My eyes widened and I squirmed underneath him. "No, please." He grabbed both my hands with his large one and placed it above my head. No, wait, this is how I'm going to die. His smirk became wider and his other hand was already cupping my waist, ready to tickle me.

"Aw, little Miss Greenie is actually saying please!" He cooed.

I huffed and turned my head to the left so I didn't have to see his annoying, handsome face. I felt more of his weight on top of me as he let go of my hands and lowered himself even more, trapping me in between his large frame and the green grass below us. My lips started twitching as he lowered his head and sniffed my neck. I forced myself not to give in, so I let my hands remain by my sides.

"You know," he whispered and I shuddered. "You're really cute when you're annoyed."

He thought he'd win, but I won't let him win that easily. "So you're saying that I'm ugly but adorable?"

His head snap back up to look at me. "That's not what I said."

"But that's what cute means."

"No, it isn't. You're making it up."

I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms. "Are you calling me a liar?"

"What? No! I- What? Babe, please. Don't be like that."

I rolled my eyes and glared at him. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times like a gold fish, contemplating on what to say. After awhile, his facial expression soften as he stared deeply into my eyes. Not again... He was going to do what I thought he would do. Persuade me and seduce me. He crushed my body underneath him as he lowered himself completely on me. Both his arms were rested at the sides of my head and he slowly stroked my hair. He knew that was my weakness, but I'm not going to give in. Not that easily.