Nicolae Bartholy - Fanfiction

30. Drogo (Elizabeth's POV)

I don't know where to put myself. I've fled into the lady's restrooms and I've locked myself up in one of the stalls. I am trying not to panic, but I can't help myself. What just happened, in professor Jones' office, it's like I've been dreaming. But I haven't dreamed it: it really happened! Why was professor Jones coming on me so strong? I can still feel his caress on my cheek, like he left a permanent mark. To make sure to other men that I belong to him, or something strange like that. In the mean time, I get a text from Sarah.

Sarah: "Hey, Lisa, were you at?"

"I'm on my way! I just need a minute."

Sarah: "Did something happen?!"

"Nothing happened. I just really had to pee."

I just hope she buys my pretext.

Sarah: "Okay, I'll be in the cafetaria, in our usual spot."

"Okay, see you in a few!"

Thank god she bought it!!! I pretend to have gone to the toilet, so I flush it. When I get out of the stall, I take a look at myself in the mirror: I look like a ghost has passed through me, I am white as snow. Okay... that's very convincing, NOT! I pinch myself in my cheeks and, as always, a bit of colour appears on them. Right... off we go, Lisa!! Just act normal and Sarah won't notice a thing. And so I leave the restrooms with my head held high and I barge out of there. And if my day wasn't already being weird, here comes an entire aircraft filled with weirdness. Right after I leave the restrooms, I bump into Drogo. And again, I fall onto the ground on my back and guess in what position Drogo is? UHUH! On top of me, again!

Drogo: "Little one, if you really want me and not my brother, may I suggest we do this in bed... or in my car? Whatever turns you one, little thing."

"God, not again!"

Drogo: "I believe the word you're searching for is 'Drogo', not 'God'."

"Don't get too cocky!"

Drogo: "Well, at least something else is getting... more cocky..."

And all the while I hoped it would be something other than... well, that!

"DROGO! GET OFF OF ME!"

Drogo: "Then you should stop bumping into me the entire time."

To my big surprise he gets up, without pulling any shenanigans from this morning. And like this morning, he offers me his hand to get up. I gladly take it, but somehow he pulles me up with more force, so once on my feet I am tipped over and I fall in his arms. He did that one on purpose!

Drogo: "My my, Elizabeth, are you so eager for my body that you just throw yourself into my arms? Not that I mind, though."

"Get off of your high horse, Drogo! You're the one who pulled on my hand more forcefully than you did this morning!"

Drogo: "Tut, tut, tut! Then why were you blushing this morning? I bet that had something to do with me, laying on top of you."

"Don't go imagining things, Drogo. Because you're physically attractive, doesn't mean each and every girl will fall for your looks and charmes."

Drogo: "This is the second time in one day that you mention me being attractive."

"PHYSICAL! That doesn't mention ANYTHING on how you are on the inside."

Drogo: "Well, as I already told you, I can change that if you want."

"Why would you do that, Drogo?"