Sex and the Treaty

Hot air Cold air

Atticus's perspective:

I knew she doesn't like me anymore. That was my last try and I know for sure now that I alone have completely ruined all my chances. She rejected me and I, being the Atticus Brown could not handle a rejection. She was right, self agonizing woman attracted sex addict. That's what I am or that's what she thinks of me.

But the more I go away, the more I try to move on, the more I try to free myself from her heart embracing clutches, why does she come closer. Or why does destiny get her to me? Like it is telling me and her should be together. I don't believe in that crap anymore. Davis was right. I should move on.

But there she was, standing two feet away from me with a beer in her hand. Coming in front of me with the most vulnerable outlook. Does she want me to take advantage of that or is destiny provoking that too?

Fuck this chivalry, I'm tired of behaving like a gentleman. With her in my arms, okay okay me shaking her back to her senses, I can hardly control every nerve of mine from not ripping her clothes off.

"Leave me. Don't...touch me." She whined as she pulled off from my hands.

I looked at her and left her that instant. She seemed surprised that I left her without cribbing. I raised my eyebrows at her.

"Go awaaay." She said stepping back.

I rolled my eyes and looked back to her. She still ins't over that one bloody mistake I did.

"You're in my tent." I said scratching my eyebrow.

"Whatever. Stay away from me and my body." She stuck her tongue out but she swung blinking her eyes. I went to catch her but she pushed my hand away.

Staying away is one bloody thing I'm trying to do but why the fuck are you not letting me go?

"Then the whole night, you stay your side.." I said pointing to a corner. "...And I stay in mine." I said pointing to the one opposite to hers. I hung our torch in the middle of the tent and sat on my side of the corner.

She kept standing and glaring at me while I didn't look at her. I sat there in silence, observing the rain. The drops are just like the tears she shed. Fast and so loud, but yet, no one is listening to the sounds and dancing in the showers and comforting it. Just like the way she shed her tears but no one stood beside her to comfort her.

Irony is, like how every heavy storm is followed by the calmest and brightest of days, she turned out to be stronger too. But stronger just to get me down. I guess I really should just move on. Find another perfect girl and just keep Stacy as a memory.

"You're really going to sit in silence all night?" I heard her groan and roll her eyes.

Or maybe not forget and move on and not keep her just as a memory.

"What should I do?" I asked shaking my head.

"No lets turn the dice. What do you want me to do?" She asked beaming now.

I frowned. "Are you in your senses?" I asked shaking my head.

"Just for a night, lets just forget all the shit and lets have a blast." She chirped jumping up and down.

"Hmm. The more drunk you are, the more smarter you get." I nodded and she didn't understand. But that got her to stop jumping.

"Anyway, tell me Atticus Brown. What's your wildest fantasy?" she asked curious.

I looked at her and her eyes seemed so genuine. I just had the feeling that I liked her better when she liked me. Not when she found instances to run away from me.