Smirks & Glares [On Hold]

#13, Hellevator

I stand there, with one hand trying to hold the two ends of the tear together. But since the skirt was, like I said..tight. There was a stretched open hole with the possibility of increase in size if I strained it more. Asher was still crouching down with the sheets in his hand and he looks up slowly. I try to avoid his gaze, looking every where but him. 

Maybe If I try to pretend like I don't exist by making no movement and sound, maybe it'll come off as a dream and I'll wake up happy and warm in my bed..?

 What is wrong with you Cara. 

Asher clears his throat, breaking the awkward silence hanging about us. He gets up quickly and turns around arranging the papers. I know he was purposely doing it. I try to stretch my cardigan but unfortunately it was too short for that. 

What should I do now? I have to take a taxi to get home too. I possibly can't keep the gap covered. "Well uh, I should go." I say, my voice coming out flustered. I take a step and feel the tear increase making me stop cold again. The tear was down till my mid thigh now. Asher feels me stop and I look back at him over my shoulder with wide eyes. 

This is not good Cara. Totally not good. You are definitely a bad luck magnet. What were you thinking while buying this stupid skirt? You are so dead! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! How in the hell will you go home now?!

I take deep breaths to calm myself and look up to recollect my thoughts. I try to take another step and feel the tear stretch, making me stop again in the fear that it will enlarge further. I glance back again at Asher who still had his back towards me. He was standing, slightly bent over in a rigid posture, clenching the edges of the desk. As if he was having a major battle with himself. I almost asked him if he was okay but he probably wants me to leave him alone. Especially after this super embarrassing event. 

It's okay Cara, you can do it. Just walk slowly and you'll make it. Slowly. One step at a time. 

I take off my pumps and hold them in my hand. I try to drag my feet in slow, small steps. 

"Stop." I freeze when I hear his hard voice. I turn towards him and see him standing straight, his hands in his pockets and a stone expression on his face. His form reminded me of that of Trevor. Why are you thinking about that rude person right now? Your skirt is torn. You are standing here in front of a man whom you dislike. And he dislikes you mutually. The building is quiet and if he does something no one will hear you. 

He takes a step towards me and my eyes go wide. He stars moving towards me making me take steps back, but I had hardly taken a few when my back is met with the wall. Asher doesn't stop and keeps advancing towards me. I stare at him and anxiety grows in me. When he's about a step away from me, I shut my eyes tight and flinch as I feel him extend his arm. I bite my lip anticipating but when I open my eyes I find him standing by the door, his hand holding a jacket which he didn't have before.

 So..he was just taking his jacket?

"Do you plan to stay there stuck against the wall like a lizard all night?" He asks blankly and I am at a loss for words.

"I uh-I am-" I stutter. He just rolls his eyes and walk out. 

What? Is he really going to leave me here? Then again, whom are you thinking about Cara? What else can you expect from him? 

I huff and move out carefully. I sigh in relief when I don't feel it tearing more. Keeping my hand over the patch I move out to find him  leaning against the wall beside the elevator sporting his vexatious smirk. 

"So, finally decided against being a lizard?" He says and swishes the jacket over his shoulder. "Can you stop?" I rebuke baffled. He just smirks and the elevator doors open. He gives a two finger salute and moves in.