RULE NO.25

05.Arrogance personified

As soon as the door closes behind us,I throw the shopping bags on the couch.Oh that poor couch,if only it could speak its mind.

As soon as I rid myself of all the bags,I turn around and find Gracie with her back against the wall.As if our minds were in sync,she drops her bags and meets me half way as I run towards her and we both hug each other, jumping at the same time.

I don't know how we managed it but we were hugging each other while jumping around in circles in the middle of our small room.

I push Grace back a bit and stare her right in the eyes.She holds my hand and performs a twirl,I drag her close to me as she leans over my arm in a feigned swoon.All that was left was a rose to put between my lips.

Oh,this was better than talking.We had both conveyed our thoughts on the arrogant son of a gun I was attracted to without words.How i love Gracie,my sister from another mother,my bestfriend.She got me like no one else did.

That night we just talked about nothing and everything as we both unconsciously waited for the BriMan to call me.

Two days later, nothing still.

I don't even know why i let myself hope, people like me don't get blessed like this,out of the blue.i should have known better.

That day,I pick up my clothes to send to the dry cleaners.As I head back home,my phone rings.I pick the call and put the phone to my ear.

"Hello,who is this?"

"Me" says the voice on the other side.

Who the hell says "me" when it's obvious the other person has no idea who you are.And the number is even private.

Is this some weird stalker,I wonder to myself.

"You,who?" I ask, wanting to know.

"Come downstairs" the person says again.

The nerve!

"Downstairs where? Who are you to even talk to me like that?" At this point I am incensed,who does this bloke think he is!

"Don't you want to see your Ray of sunshine?"

"My day of….what?!" OMG,it's him.HIM! 

The arrogant son of a gun!

"Why didn't you just say it was you in the beginning?" I ask,more than slightly agitated at this point.

"I said it was me" he replies in a sly tone,as if to say-are you sure you are not dumb?

"You!"I say,with barely restrained anger. I can't help myself at this point,I literally can't.

When I see him,I am going to gauge out his eyes with my earrings and feed them to him.

He chuckles slightly on the other end,as if he can see the graphical image of the torture I have in mind.

Only an arrogant ass would laugh at something like that.

As I think of what to say to this fine faced,pink lipped infuriating specimen of a man,a car speeds past me.Thats when I realise I am standing like a fool in the middle of the street,close to where we first met.

Why must this devil's son always make me dumb founded in the middle of the street,why not in my room where nobody can behold my moronic tendencies.

I close my eyes and exhale loudly as I start to walk forward again.

"Where are you?I just heard a car drive past"He asks in that deep baritone that makes my heart skip beats.

"I am on your head" I reply, letting my annoyance seep into my words.

He just laughs.Does nothing faze this guy.

Only someone with alot of talk units on his phone will spend so much time laughing on the phone like some villainous character.

I could teach him how to do it better.

It's Muahahahahahaha!

And you have to end it in such a way that it doesn't seem as if you are short of breathe.You end it on such a note that the recipient of your good natured humour would know that you can continue your thread of laughter till eternity,it just that,you don't want to.

At this point I can see him standing by his car in front of my gate,but I don't hang up.Serves him right if he runs out of talk units.If only I knew.

When I finally find my self standing in front of him,I hang up.Even I am not that petty.

"You!" I say, looking him straight in the eye even though he is a head taller than I am.

"You" he says, smiling.

And we just stand there looking at each other and I almost drown in his eyes.If only he wasn't so infuriating.

"Do you know you are a fish?" I say.

"Huh?" He says,with a slightly confused look on his face.

Ha! Now it's my turn to laugh.

"I am insulting you" I reply, crossing my arms with a bit of sass.

You go girl! My subconscious cheers.

"Oh.Ok then,you are a ram" he replies back as if we were playing chess.

I didn't bloody tell him to insult me back.The joke was supposed to be on him.The hell?!

"Rrr..Ram?" I sputter in righteous indignation.

Who does he think he is?!

"Yes, you insulted me and I did the same to you" he replies as if explain 2+2=4 to a toddler.

Now I am mad.He was not supposed to insult me back.I am uninsultable.Yes,I know it's not a word,but I just made it up.

I look at him one last and turn around to match to my gate.Immediately I do,he holds my arm and stops me mid stride.

Why does he always do that? Does he have some arm holding fetish?

Before I know it,he pulls on my arm and drags my body close to his, with his second arm around my waist and the world freezes!

I hitch a breath.Every where my body comes in contact with his burns.Its like I feel minutes Sparks running down my spine.

Is this what attraction feels like?It's almost scary.I have foreign emotions coursing through me.

It shocks me because I do not know what to make of it.The boss would freak out if he saw me like this.This not how "the employees" are trained.We are never,ever to let our gaurds down.It takes one mistake.Just one to mess a job up,and with the boss,there is no room for mistakes.

As soon as these thoughts run through my mind,I pull back and he lets me go.But the charge of electricity flowing between is very obvious.I look into his eyes but I do not see "the look",its more intense than that.I do not know what to make of it.

All the men I have ever known would have been a bundle of lust at this point,but he isn't.I am at a loss for what to do.

Finally, Brianne has met her match.