Vulnerable

Chappy Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Dash’s POV

I shifted on my bed unable to sleep. Something on that Irish guy makes me comfortable around him. Perhaps his sense of humor or maybe his deep ocean blue eyes. But no, there is something more special in him that I want to get to know him more. I picked up my phone on the nightstand and flickered on the lights. Gosh, it’s already 3 in the morning but what could I do? Whenever I close my eyes it opens on its own. I rubbed my eyes and sucked in oxygen.

I started typing on my phone asking my friends what to do when being unable to sleep. I waited for an hour but still, no answer. I peeked on my phone again and it was already 5. Right! I was waiting for a reply when I know that none of them would do because they are…well…asleep while I was…trying to sleep.

Oh gosh, don’t tell me I didn’t get sleep! I didn’t? Sheez, how firetrucked am I?!

I swiftly got out of my bed and dashed in my bathroom. I looked at my reflection on the mirror. I looked like a zombie. The kind of zombie with dark circles under my eyes and hair fluttered everywhere—I mean, not in place. I looked horrible. I positioned my left hand in front of my mouth and leisurely puffed out carbon dioxide. Ew stinky.

I brushed my teeth and repeated what I did above. Smells good, feels good. I opened the shower and the cold stream cascaded down on my body. I set my mind off about something while drenched in the shower. What was it that made me perplexed about the whole Irish creature thing? I haven’t asked his name yet. But I absolutely need to have a word with him later.

I massaged my scalp with a lavender-scented shampoo and scrubbed myself with a fruit-made soap. I rinsed myself and applied a lavender-scented conditioner onto my vibrant red hair. I landed my feet on the cold floor of my bathroom and dried myself with a fluffy blue towel and wrapped my mane with a small one. I flicker the doorknob open and I was greeted with the freezing atmosphere in my room. I forgot to turn off the air-con.

I rummaged on my drawers and got out my blow-dryer, brush and a comb with wide teeth. I marched in my walk-in closet and pulled out blue sweater, white skin-tight jeans and blue Uggs since I was freezing. I put the blue towel on hanger and hung it up on the towel section and sat in front of the mirror hanging on the wall at my 3 o’clock. I plugged the blow-dryer on a socket and let it heat up for a moment.

I combed my long vibrant locks with a wide-teeth comb and blow-dried my hair. I think this is the first time I ever used my blow-dryer as it lays and waits patiently in one of the sections in my drawer. For the final touch with my locks, I brushed it and smiled at the mirror in front of me. I applied a light white eye shadow and finished it with black mid-thick length. I applied lip balm on my lips and curved my lips in a smile. This must be a one bright new day.

I danced on my way downstairs and greeted everyone. Unfortunately, none of them greeted me back excluded Ryll.

“Good morning Princess,” he greeted me with a warm smile which I glumly returned back. I sat down and devoured on my food swiftly. After the losing-your-appetite-because-of-everyone-around-you time, I got up and slung my bag on my back, ready to go to school.

“Hey princess, I need to drop you down to your school,” Ryll said as he finished munching on his food and tossed the napkin on the table. “Let me just get my kiss,” he informed and sauntered forward me and peck on my cheeks.

“Was that the ‘keys’ you’re getting?” I raised my right eyebrow at him. He smirked and nodded.

“Whatever, Ryll,” I said. “Just go grab your keys and I mean REAL keys,” I instructed. He went up and grabbed his car keys and went down inside the garage and drove Veyron, his Lamborghini. You may suppose that I am a rich kid but hell to the, no! My parents are.

And as what he said, he dropped off at school but before I hopped down, I asked him.

“What was this all about?” He gave me an unknowingly look. I glowered at him and he immediately snickered and touched the tip of my nose.

“I know you’re going through a lot, princess,” he stated. He never called me princess.

“Stop with the princess thing, Ryll Kristoffer. We both know that you never call me princess,” I snapped at him. He just shrugged away and smiled at me.

“Just know that I am always here, will you? I would stand up for you, just don’t hesitate on calling for me. I love you, princess,” he kissed my forehead and unlocked the car door.

“Thank you, Ryll. I love you too,” was the last words I said before I hopped out of his car. I waved and watched him drifted away before I entered the school premises. I placed my id card apart the technology that accesses your id information and lets you enter the school.

“Will you go bitching out on me if I walk with you?” I looked to my right and saw the gorgeous Irish creature. I looked down and smiled. I don’t know, it seemed like my body is in complete control of me.

“I don’t. How are you?” I asked. Since it was a little bit early, we decided to sit by the bleachers on the soccer field. People who were in our way made way for us as we sat on the lower part of the bleacher

“It’s no use if I tell you what my real feeling is. Besides, it does not concern you,” he answered. I glanced up at him. He was looking straight ahead at the sky blue and cloudless sky.

“How dare you answer me like that? I’m asking you. Above and beyond, I think you’re a friend,” I looked down and fidgeted my fingers. As I looked up, my eyes met a pair of gorgeous ocean deep blue eyes. To my embarrassment, I looked down again and heaved a sigh. I’ve never seen a beautiful pair of eyes as his.

“I am a friend?” he asked and looked directly at me like what he did a little while ago. I looked the other way apart him and nodded. I felt a heat rush to my face.

“But you don’t know me yet and as far as I know, you don’t trust people easily.” From this moment, he looked kind of skeptical. I grinned sheepishly.

“You know what, beautiful Irish creature? I don’t precisely know what people from this school have told you about how of a monster I am but one thing I’d like to make sure for you is that, I wanted to be your friend,” I slowly confessed at him. I studied his expression for a brief moment and he seemed flabbergasted.

“In fact, people have told me to vastly avoid you. In my opinion, apparently, they tried in brainwashing me but I did not take it. I did not believe in a word they say unless I figured it out my way. Eventually, you proved me that nothing in their words defines you. You are whole lot different in what they’d said,” he explained. I smiled in that explanation. I guess I gained myself a new friend.

I wish my friends were here with me. They seem to disappear all of a sudden.

“So I guess, a new start is preferred,” I muttered. He answered with a smile and extended his arm and stretched out his hands for me to shake.

“My name is Rigel Flare Summers,” he shook my hand.

“My name is Darian Shae Sparks and it’s nice to meet you.”