The One

The One (4)

-Steve-

Bitch. She was being such a bitch. Didn't she know I can't read backwards? I was never good in this kind of stuff.

I stared at the damn window, trying to figure out the stupid seven letters that were annoying the hell out of me.

Damnit, I can't do this. I tried again,

staring intently at the seven letters.

Fuck my life.

Damn you, Felicia Harrison. You're clearly forcing me to do something, aren't you? Bring it on.

I barged into her room again. She was in the toilet changing, so I wasn't worried about her suddenly appearing out of the blue. I was only going to take a look at what she'd written. I saw the words

"Pervert."

Aww Felicia, you are just so cute. I picked up her marker and started writing again on the window.

"Use a note next time, lazy Cinderella."

I was about to leave when something shiny caught my eye. A book.

"Seriously? This girl keeps a diary? How old is she, 5?" I muttered under my breath. I picked up the book and brought it to my room. Not like I was going to read it anyway. I'm not interested in things like that. I just wanted to see her reaction.

For some reason, I went back to her room. Her bed was so soft and comfortable. How biased. The school gave her such a comfortable bed. Mine was as hard as stone.

Felicia chose the perfect time to step out of the shower. She saw me immediately. Uh oh, she certainly didn't seemed impressed. Her face was pale and she was breathing so heavily, as though she just ran a triathlon. Before she could utter a word, I put up my hands in surrender and said, "Fine, fine, I'm getting out!"

I turned to leave. But Felicia grabbed my hand. I whipped my head around.

"Steve," she whispered. I could barely hear her.

"Yes, Cinderella? I know I'm hot but you don't have to hold on to me like that. You're welcome to my room anytime," I teased.

Felicia looked into my eyes, her deep blue eyes expressing fear. Once again, being the gentleman that I am, I became concerned immediately. "What's wrong, Cinderella?" I asked in a softer tone.

"Spider..." her voice was almost inaudible. It took me every self control I had to stifle my laughter. She was scared of a spider? Aww...

I smiled at her. "Don't worry, Cinderella. Cause you know what? Your Prince Charming is gonna save you,"

I went into the bathroom. I saw no spider. "Hey Cinderella, I'm having a little trouble finding Mr Eight Legs. Do you mind telling me where he is so we can finish this game of hide-and-seek."

Felicia's head popped around the door. She looked so terrified. And cute. "The spider is - "

I cut her off. "Cinderella, I'd like to know if your face has a body. Come right in. I don't bite," I said.

This stubborn girl shook her head. Sigh. She was really testing my patience. I took her hand and guided her gently into the bathroom. "See, it's not scary," I whispered.

Then I saw Mr Eight Legs waving at me. The bastard who made Felicia so scared was waving at me? Sorry, I don't take spiders' charm.

"Cinderella, you may want to cover your eyes," I growled.

When I ensured she had covered her eyes tight, I began beating the daylights out of the spider. I think I killed a few ants along the way.

If you had never killed an ant, I wouldn't recommend it to you. Their blood smells like freaking permanent marker.