Once a Dare leads to Love (BOOK 1)

|43|So Stubborn|

Skylee P.O.V

He knew it was me.

Who was I even fooling?

He freaking knew it was me! Now, what? Was he knowingly flirting with me? Probably trying his luck on me? Or was he really meant every word? Because I knew he wasn't drunk. Neither he looked non-serious rather there was a very strange look in his eyes when he said that made me tongue-tied.

Bloody double damn it!

My head was throbbing so hard right now because of so much confusion. He was making me so confused. It wasn't like my confusion couldn't get away, it could but only if I could ask him.

If only I could grab him by his collar and ask 'What the hell were you thinking and trying to do to my poor little not-so-fragile heart?'

But... I'm too stubborn to ask.

"I swear I'm gonna KILL that Idiot!!!" I flinched, snapping out of my thoughts. As I stopped on the last stair and looked at the very, very angry version of Eric in front of me, huffing in annoyance.

Besides, I really couldn't ask him anything right now when he practically looked like seconds away from exploding.

"God! Calm your ass down. She is not a little girl that you're worried about her so much." I said and the way he glared at me. It told me 'I-better-shut-my-mouth-right-now'. But instead of getting scared which I was regarding the shiver which ran down my spine from his deadly gaze, I glared back at him.

"Is she asleep?" Owen asked me, shaking his head at his stupid friend.

Well, what he said at that time made me so... I was still unable to name my state. It was something like a mixture of confusion, shock, stunned, and a tad bit of enthusiasm. Whatever it was, anyway, I abruptly left him - alone on the dance floor, even a part of me didn't want to but.

I just didn't know how to respond and escaping felt a good option to me. Though, I couldn't escape it my whole life. When I didn't want to escape either. It was just...

See, I'm so bloody confused! Or might be, deep down, I'm just scared of getting hurt. Too pathetic!

For as long as I could remember, no boy ever tried to flirt with me. Because everyone knew I wasn't friendship material let alone flirting. Even when any boy tried to flirt, they got the kind of reaction they never dared to even cross my path again. So, never been able to even feel this kind of thing before, not that I ever wanted to.

But with him, it all was totally the opposite. It was so new, these overwhelming emotions. A strange feeling that always yelled at me something that made me doubt my sanity. Yet, for some reason, it felt scary too. As if, stepping in this territory might make me end up getting hurt.

I knew he was a playboy, someone who could break my heart like a toy and wouldn't even flinch. I still remembered the day when Rosalyn told me not to fall for their charms because they were playboys and known for breaking hearts. Yet, I let myself fall for his charm. And that too, so deeply.

Deep down, I didn't want to believe the fact that he was just doing some harmless flirting, which sadly to me was more than flirting. Alas, poor me... But I knew one thing for sure, to save myself and my sanity, I had to put my guards high.

After leaving him with a heavy heart, I came towards Helen to take her home with me. Since she wasn't in a condition to walk and I wasn't in a condition to drag her all the way to the car. These two guys decided to help me and I didn't protest.

After reaching home, I asked Owen to take Helen to my room. After he left, I took off her jewelry, shoes, and put the duvet over her. While they both came downstairs and Eric became insanely aggressive over the mysterious disappearance of the lovebirds - Rosalyn and Zack.