The One

The One (12)

I tossed and turned all around in my bed. I couldn't get to sleep. I tried every method possible.

I ate sleeping meds.

I wrote in my book.

I fiddled with my phone.

I read a really long book that always made me sleepy the moment I opened it.

I listened to "Twinkle twinkle" for the gazillionth time.

I even counted sheep.

I still couldn't sleep. Don't ask me why. I have no idea either. Just half an hour ago, I was so ready to sleep on that prickly grass.

But now, I'm in my pyjamas, on my soft and comfortable bed, and I can't sleep. My mind keeps flashing back to when I was in Steve's arms.

His body felt so warm, and he made me feel safe and secure.

Wait, what was I thinking?!

I shook my head, trying to drive away those thoughts.

This isn't going to work. I got up for a glass of water. A knock on the window scared me. It was Steve, of course. He looked absolutely hot in only his jeans. He placed a note on the window. I chuckled, remembering our deal.

"Can't get to sleep?"

I was highly tempted to use a marker, but I'm not such a bully. Instead, I got out my notebook and wrote:

"Yeah. Why aren't you wearing a shirt again?"

He quickly scribbled a reply. "It's cooling like that. Can I come over?"

"You're being nice all of a sudden."

"Am I?"

"Yeah, you're actually ASKING if you can come over."

He smirked at that. Before I knew it, he was in my room and plonked himself on my bed. Again.

I sighed. "I knew it wouldn't last."

"What?"

"You being nice," I said.

He raised an eyebrow. "I just feel like annoying you now," he teased.

I could feel a blush crawling to my cheeks. "Hmm, okay, but you know what? I suddenly feel sleepy now, so you won't get the chance," I said and crawled onto my bed.

Then I realised that he was on the bed too. Crap. I shouldn't have agreed to that condition. Before I could say anything, I felt his muscular arms wrapping around my waist. For the third time that day. I sighed.

"Steve, what do you think you're doing?" I asked.

"I'm getting to sleep."

"On my bed? While hugging me? Half naked?"

"Is something wrong?"

"Steve, I'm dating your cousin."

"Doesn't make a difference to me."

I turned around to stare at him with a blank look. His mesmerizing green eyes gazed into mine. He whispered, "Thank you for everything today."

There was only a centimeter distance away from our faces. My eyes were locked in his. I could feel his lips brush against mine. Then he kissed me.

I froze in surprise for a few moments. Then I kissed him back. My heart was beating rapidly as I felt his warm lips press against mine. The sparks was travelling throughout my body again. My mind was in a whirl. There was a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. It sent fireworks all through my body.

Steve pulled away, smirking. "And thanks for that too."

I opened my mouth to say something, but closed it again. What was I supposed to say?

'Steve, I loved that kiss soo much!'

Hell no.

Instead, I closed my eyes and concentrated on going to sleep. Steve pulled me closer to his body. Not that I was complaining.

Not anymore.

And that's how I managed to fall asleep, in Steve's arms. Don't ask me how. I have no idea how I managed to do that too.

-Steve-

I woke up and found my arms around Felicia's waist. I fell asleep in her room. Again.

I looked at the girl beside me. She looked like an angel, sleeping peacefully. However, I wasn't falling for her trick again. You never know whether she was faking it.

I removed my arms gently and whispered into her ear, "Rise and shine, Cinderella." I kissed her gently on the forehead before returning to my room.

I smiled as I thought what happened yesterday. I told Felicia about him. Not the whole story, of course. But she was the first person who understood.

I stepped into my toilet and got dressed for breakfast. When I got out, Felicia was waiting outside, all ready in a casual shirt and shorts.

"Let's go to the cafeteria for breakfast today."

I couldn't help it. The corners of my mouth turned up into a smirk. "Ok," I agreed.

The school's cafeteria may not serve the best food, but their weekend breakfast was awesome. And affordable.

We'd walked down to the cafeteria when Felicia gasped. I turned my head to see what she was looking at.

Oh no...

Damien was there, with his arm around Andrea. Smiling like he was the happiest moron ever.

I stole a glance at Felicia. Her face was blank, void of any emotion. Oh shit...

Felicia walked over to their table. "What does this mean, Damien?" she asked, struggling to keep her voice and a normal level.

Damien's eyes widened in shock.

He'd been caught red-handed.

~Felicia~

"Felicia... I... I can explain!" said Damien.

I looked at him blankly.

"Andrea didn't understand the concepts that Mr Eric was teaching about. I was explaining it to her."

Yeah, she'd probably didn't understand cause she spent 99% of the lesson fluttering her eyelashes at you as though she had eye seizure.

"Felicia, you have to believe me. I'd never cheat on you," said Damien.

Maxine's words travelled back to my mind.

"Don't ever, ever trust him. Never fall for his honeyed words."

Damien's voice and Maxine's voice both echoed the same thing in my mind.

"Trust me just this once."

End of Chapter 12

A/N: Will Felicia be a lovestruck idiot and believe Damien? Or will she wake up from FantasyLand? Continue reading to find out!

PS. Yeah so as you guys know, its my bday (whoops and cheers) and the one cake I wouldnt have was CHEESEcake coz I had cheesecake for the past 8 years of my life. And apparently my parents think I love cheesecake to the max.

Me: *lying on my bed and writing wattpad like its nobody's business as usual*

Dad calls.

Me: Hallo Daddy?

Dad: *insert my name here*, what cake do you want this year?

Me: Chocolate!!

Dad: Hmm... okay!

Me: AWW YEAHHH!!

Dad: How about chocolate cheese?

FML.