CRYBABY

XXII - Her Warmth

Lisa

Eyes scanning the bathroom door, my hands traced the wall. Something about the quiet halo of the morning— made my mind focus on the bird's whistles. My eyes blinked rapidly, the unconsciousness kicking back in as I await the beauty beyond me.

As soon as the door opened, I grabbed her wrist, pulling her out of the bathroom and into the hallway.

"Are you going to murder me now?".

"No". I simply answered.

"Please let me go, I just want to go home". Her voice made me stop, to face her with the blankness inside of me. "And I want to go to the moon, it ain't happening princess. Snap out of it and accept that". I snapped my fingers at her but kept my voice calm.

I pulled my leather jacket with the other hand and pulled her out of the apartment. "Where are we going? A-are we just going to leave him here?".

I nodded, dragging her down the stairs with me. She shivered as soon as she felt the cold wind of New York. Unwillingly, I intertwined our hands and looked straight ahead. Moments later, Jennie asked; "Why are we walking? Don't you have a car or something?".

I licked my lips and violently looked at her. "Do you expect an assassin to own a car? And even if I do, I won't use it when I kidnapped a brat like you".

Jennie didn't say anything and huffed. I rolled my eyes and pulled her into another street. I raised my hand up and motioned for a taxi to stop. "Where are we going?". Jennie asked once we were in.

"To your school".

"Should've expected it— Wait what? Why?". She stopped herself and widened her eyes looking at me sideways. I stiffened a laugh but blinked at her.

My eyes locked with hers, my gaze switching between her cat ones and down to her sweet downfall, her pretty lips. "I have some unfinished business".

I looked away, the eye contact affected me enough to make me look away. And, maybe it was a nightmare for me. To let someone stare at the depth of my soul like it was a magical way to manipulate my weakness.

When it comes to her? Do I really become weak?

"You're tightly gripping my hand..". Jennie whimpered, I nodded and pulled her into my lap, breathing in her scent. "Ah, no thanks Santa Claus. I don't want to sit on your lap".

"So you prefer sitting next to the window?".

Jennie crossed her arms, "It's not like I would throw myself out of the window or open the door—". She stopped, and furrowed her eyebrows together; "Actually I would, but still".

I felt myself oddly smiling, was it a genuine smile?

I closed my eyes and placed my head on her chest, her heartbeat became rational, to the point of being so loud that I felt my own breath matching its rhythm. "You two are such a lovely couple". The taxi driver commented through the rear mirror. Watching us with a big- wide smile, made me for once breathe with a little ease.

"We're not—". I smirked and cut Jennie off; "We're here, my lady".

With that, I paid for the taxi driver and opened the door that led us to the uncertain freedom. Trapped in the scent of dishonesty. With the sound of my boots clicking against the ground. Heads turned, watching me, and the brown-eyed beauty like it was the most beautiful view as we walked alongside each other.

I felt Jennie's presence, latching my confidence. But her anxiety was very noticeable, and so I intertwined our hands once again. Together, they fit so well.

"Holy mother of Taco Bell, who is this fine ass?".

"Is that Jennie, walking alongside this pretty woman?".

"Oh my god Steph, look behind you. This woman with bangs is so damn pretty my heart is squealing and my mind is just stuck; gay thoughts".

I stopped immediately once I heard the voice of the blue-eyed woman who was staring Jennie up and down. "Hey, are you seriously dating this slut?".

I grinned, seeing her eyes radiate off envy. "And why do you say that?".

The girl, who I assume her name was Stephanie - rolled her eyes and crossed her arms defensively.

"You literally need to get to know someone before you think about hopping on them. Jennie is a literal whore who likes plenty of men every other day".

I could feel my blood boiling up, but I chose to reach her lame speech with my words instead. "At least, this girl right here has a taste. Wether it was for men or women, I think this..". I pointed at myself, "Proves that a whore can get what you can't have".

With that, I stumbled off, with Jennie's shadow guiding me through the unneeded crowd.

"Burn!". Someone yelled.

I grinned to myself, and once we were far enough, Jennie stopped in front of me; "Oh my god, Do you know who she is? She's literally the popular girl here, and now that you just said that, everyone is going—". I pushed Jennie against the wall. "Princess, I don't care what they say or think".

I wickedly smiled at her, my lips brushing against her ear, "We got her out of the way, that's all that matters".

"What d-do you mean?". She stuttered.

"I don't like trouble". I clenched my jaw, licking her earlobe and watching from afar. The guy called Eric, laughing with his friends as he walked closer to us. "Especially people like her and him".