Is It Love? DROGO

Chapter 3: Zero information, meeting a JERK

©Claire Zamora

Edited by inkandpixie

Red Crandall

At the exit, I hesitate a moment. I glance left and then right, without really knowing which direction to take. After pacing through a serious of corridors that mean nothing to me, I sigh.

A little preoccupied, I don't really look where I'm going, but I'm brutally brought back to reality. I bump into someone. He catches me just before I fall flat on my face. Surprised, I look up and meet with strangely familiar amber coloured eyes.

Drogo!

"I'm beginning to think that you're following me."

His little superior air really irritates me. It's as if he had no other expression. Just my luck to run into him now.

"I would say the same thing." I try to leave, but he stands in front of me and prevents me from passing.

"Jeez, what's your problem? Do you behave like that with everyone or am I privileged?" He comes close to me. Too fast. Too near. I try breaking through the left and right but he slips in front of me every time.

I am again at his mercy without the possibility of escaping. I step back instinctively until I find myself back to the wall. My instinct tells me to resist and to flee.

He places his hand against the wall in either sides of my shoulders and slowly moves closer. His face is only a few inches from mine. I swallow nervously. Can he feel my anxiety, my fear... my body on fire? All I know is that it's not good for me to stay here alone with him. He leans into the hollow of my shoulder and inspires, over and over again.

He doesn't try to touch me, but it doesn't change anything. His presence stirs me every time, without my being able to fight. I'm longing to touch him, and as my palms press against his chest, I shudder from head to toe. I try to tell him to let go of me, but no sound comes out of my mouth.

"What if I had you right here in the middle of this deserted corridor?" I feel him very close to my skin. It's both oppressive and exciting, but I'm still on the alert.

"You don't have the rights." A hoarse laugh escapes from his mouth which baffles me. I'm curious to know what he's going to retort, this time.

"I don't care much for such pretty manners, what I want, I take, and I really want to play with you little thing."

"I am not a toy!"

"Oh, yes you are! And I'm going to make short work of you!" Is he just acting like that to intimidate me or does he really intend to attack? I wonder how far he would be willing to go. And what he holds against me. I haven't done anything to him.

He moves away from me slightly and gives me a cajoling smile. In my despair I push him back. He lets himself be pushed away, laughing. I rush to the exit, frightened by what just happened.

"Run, little thing, run as far as you can. But don't forget that I'll always catch up."

His laughter pursues me, echoes in my head and continues to intoxicate me. He's the only one to unnerve me like that.

ACCORDING to my schedule, I have only one lesson this afternoon. I hurry, intentionally because I don't want to cross Sarah or Drogo. He drives me mad! And Sarah, well it's different. I like her but she's hiding things from me. And I don't like that.

I hurry up to the aisle. At this time, during the lunch break, the gardens are crowded. I try to think of of a way to learn more about Mia Cooper and her sudden disappearance. I am now convinced at the Bartholy's are connected with it. I'd like to have more details. After all, there's no harm in wanting to learn more about the family in living with.