Chapter Twenty Six - I was a stupid prey walking towards the predator

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Chapter twenty Six - I was a stupid prey walking towards the predator.

I stared at the ceiling of my room. My one hand was tucked under my head and other hand was on my stomach. I might look a girl who has no care of the world. Completely relaxed.

“Do you need something more, your highness?” A voice penetrated the silence of the room. I didn’t need to look at Garry. He placed a tray with delicious aroma of chicken soup on bedside table.

I waved my hand dismissing him. He might have not liked my nonchalant act. The next thing I knew was being hit on the face with soft pillow. When I looked at Garry, he was already glaring at me.

“That was rude. I’m throwing you in dungeons. Guards! Take him away.” I continued my high and mighty act.

“Did you hit your head too hard?” He asked with an irritated voice and threw another pillow on my face. What the heck? Was he armed with pillows?

“Don’t disrespect me!”

He gave me a look of disbelief. “You have any respect?”

My mouth hung open at his words. I let out a tortured whimper and faced away from him. I curled into a ball and whined like a puppy. I was being dramatic. But I needed a distraction from my messed up brain. The moment I see Blaise I’m going to punch him in the face. This is all because of him. I fainted in school because of that boy. That has never happened to me in school before. It was embarrassing. And I don’t even know what happened. I fainted, woke up in nurse’s office. Then Garry was there to take care of me.

During all this time Blaise was nowhere to be seen. Great friend he was. And he wants to be more than a friend. Isn’t the boy a bit too much reliable? Note the sarcasm.

Shut up Beryl. The voice of reason inside me chided. He might be in bigger trouble than you are.

That made me think what he was actually doing. Did that red head witch drug him again?

My eyes shot open and widened. I stared back into a pair of dark eyes. Taken by surprise, I squeaked and jumped away. Garry sat kneeled by the side of my bed looking confused and concerned. I was so consumed in thoughts of Blaise that I forgot Garry was inside my room.

“Beryl? Are you alright? What did those kids do to you?” He stood up and came in front of me. He shook my shoulder a little too violently that made my head spin.

“Garry, stop…” I slurred. When he didn’t, I shoved him away.

“What has happened to you?” He asked when he regained his balance.

“I’m very much confused right now. I need to talk to Blaise.” I pressed my fist to my temple and squeezed my eyes shut.

“That boy!” He groaned. “He is playing with your feelings, is he not? Yeah, I know. That’s what these boys do. They look for innocent girls, make them fall for them, play with them and leave them shattered. That good for nothing crap. I should kill him.”

Garry was bouncing at his place. He was ready to fight. But with lanky figure and close to zero fighting skills, he had no chance against Blaise.

“Garry, cool down.” I raised my hands and lowered them down slowly. His body slowly relaxed. “Blaise didn’t do anything like that. He is not messing with my feelings.” More with my mind.

He narrowed his eyes at me. I see a lot of similarities between Garry and Dan. The only two boys of my age I talked to before the start of junior year. One my neighbor and other my cousin. Both slightly crazy. What does that make me?

Just then a phone rang. It was the theme song of Percy Jackson. Gary fished the phone out of the pocked of his jeans. When he looked at the screen, he groaned.

“I have to go now. Club meeting. But you will stay at your bed. Don’t go anywhere. I’m going to lock the door. Don’t get out of here.” He warned me and I nodded my head.

After bidding him a goodbye, I flopped on my bed and tasted the soup. It was really delicious.

During dinner time, Garry and his mother came over with food. I was glad to have them as my neighbors. After dinner, I went to my room and spread on my bed like an eagle. The moment I closed my eyes, I was already watching dreams.

My cell phone rang distracting me from my sleep. Sleepily, I reached for it and my hand instinctively moved to decline the call but I decided to accept it instead. It might be important. I could have looked at the contact number if my eyes were not squeezed shut against the glare of light illuminating form the phone.

“Hello,” my sleepy voice hardly came out as I buried my head in the pillow.

“Beryl,” someone said.

“Yeah, that’s me.” I mumbled.

“And I’m Blaise. Can you please open the window? It’s really cold outside.” He said and my mind started to come back to focus. I shot up from the bed with eyes wide. I ran to the window. I don’t know what happened after that because my head spun and I ran directly into the wall. The impact sent pain through my forehead. I recoiled back cursing at the stupid wall and rubbed my forehead. That definitely woke me up.

“Beryl, are you okay?” Blaise’s concerned voice came from the phone.

“Yeah, I am.” I answered grumpily and reached for the window.

“What are you doing here?” I looked at him. The phone was still pressed to my ear, window still shut.

“I wanted to talk to you.” He answered.

“Ever heard of a door?”

“I didn’t want to wake you up… Well…” he trailed off realizing how stupid he sounded.

“Step back, I’m opening the window.” I said and he rolled his eyes.

“There isn’t enough space to step back.” He shot and I glared at him opening the window.

The nipping air of cold January night entered the room before Blaise. The nest of my hair flew with the wind. Moonlight filtered into the room. It was refreshing and cold. Blaise looked at me with wide eyes not coming inside. He stood there like a statue. Maybe the cold air froze him.

“Are you going to stand there like that the whole night?” I asked rather rudely.

“I-um… I…” he stuttered staring at me like a retard.

I hugged myself with cold air still coming inside. “What are you doing? Come inside.” I stepped back.

He blinked his eyes a couple of times and grumbled something under his breath.

“What was that?” I frowned at him.

“Nothing,” he answered without looking at me and jumped inside. I shut the window immediately and closed the curtains. Then I launched myself to bed and got under the blankets. I was still in my pajamas and a loose t-shirt. On the other hand, he was clad in leather jacket, a beanie on his head.

Without my permission, he sat at the foot of the bed, got rid of his shoes and pulled his legs under the blanket.

“It’s so cold outside.” He complained shivering a little.

“It’s supposed to be.” I retorted making him frown at me.

“Are you angry at me?” He asked after a few seconds of staring.

“Why would I be angry at you?” I challenged him. He shifted uncomfortably at his place.

“Because I was not there in the school?” He asked tentatively.

I scoffed. “You mean to say you thought I missed you and was worried about you because you weren’t there. Don’t worry Blaise I wasn’t worried about you and I sure as hell didn’t miss you.” I spat with venom.

Something akin to hurt flashed in his eyes before it was quickly replaced by the blank expression. But I didn’t miss that momentarily hurt look that scolded me for getting angry at him. But I was really angry at him. For once I knew that Drew was involved in this somehow. My sixth sense told me that he was. And another voice in my head told me that Blaise did also. After today’s events, it was becoming clearer and clearer to me. I was stupid for not realizing it before. I should have known about it at the party. But I didn’t pay much attention to it then.

“Blaise, why did you quit?” I asked him seriously. He blinked and didn’t let his blank face show any emotions.

“What?”

“Football team? Basketball team?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

He stayed quiet for a couple of minutes before replying. “I was not interested in it.”

“Oh really?” I couldn’t keep the sarcasm from my voice. “And I thought it was because you were taking drugs. At least everyone in the school thought so.” I said the last sentence to rile him up. It worked.

His eyes flashed with anger and his jaw clenched sharpening the features of his face. I was almost distracted by his angry face. I can agree to Jessica’s assumptions. An angry man looks hot. But as long as it is controlled anger.

“That’s what you think of me?” He asked through gritted teeth and fixed me with his penetrating gaze. I refused to waver.

“No,” I shook my head. “I think someone is giving you drugs and you know who they are.”

His eyes become guarded as soon as those words left my mouth. He stiffened and gave all his attention to me. Since he was not going to say anything, I decided to continue.

“Do you think I’m stupid? I was with you both of those times. When you were drugged. And you know what’s the surprising thing. That red head was also there. Both the times.”

Again he stayed quiet.

“And then that night at party I heard her talking to a boy. She was telling him how she drugged you. They were planning to do something to you at dinner so I had to drag you out of that place. And the whole time you were drugged. Drugged.”  I emphasized. Blaise’s face showed surprise this time.

“You heard what?” He asked shocked.

“What I told you.” I was not going to explain it again.

“And you know what’s other more surprising thing? I met that red head today and surprisingly, she has the exactly same voice as the girl  who talked to me in your phone that night you dismissed by saying was Avril. If it’s not a bunch of coincidences then I think it was planning. And I have a feeling that you know something about it. Why don’t you spill the details to me now, Mr. Blaise Anderson?”

Except for the sound of second hand on clock turning, there was no other sound. Whole room was bathed in a deadly silence. I was waiting for Blaise to say something. Blaise appeared to be thinking about something. Maybe considering what to say. There was no only faint light of bedside lamp which I had switched on before. It touched his green eyes in a way that they appeared golden.

He slowly removed the beanie on his head and then discarded the jacket on the bed revealing a white shirt. Top two buttons of the shirt were undone and he looked like a handsome sinful Devil. Even at the moment like that, I couldn’t deny that he was actually the most handsome guy I’ve seen on earth. Sure there were many handsome boys but no one; I repeat no one, has ever held my eyes like he did. He was a creation of God made for me.

I almost groaned out at that thought. That was so corny. What has happened to me? I’m talking like Jessica.

“Drew never liked me,” Blaise started breaking me out of my daze. My eyes snapped at him and he had a smirk of his face. The arrogant jerk.

I narrowed my eyes at him. He bit his lower lip and I tried not to notice how sexy he looked like that.

I mentally cringed. I’m really talking like Jessica.

“I don’t know why he hated me, still hates me, so much. I’ve always tried to be his friend. We were okay back in freshman year. But ever since last year he had been more distant. He hardly ever talks to me and cuts me off every time I try to say anything. When I confronted him about it, he said many rude things. After that we don’t talk to each other.” He explained looking at the headboard.

I listened to him silently. But I was completely confused about one thing. “Why Drew hates you so much?”

“Honestly, I have no idea. He has just hated me and I have just beard it. He didn’t consider me as his friend. And after I got in football team, it became worse. He won’t even talk to me after that. And then when I got in basketball team also, things took a turn for worse. He started harassing me.”

My eyes widened at his words. “What are you talking about?”

“Well, he started bullying me when no one was around. He threatened me to withdraw my name from both the teams. I was so fed up by it that I wanted to leave the school. I was planning to but then I didn’t.” He stopped and glanced at me. “I couldn’t.” He whispered.

When his eyes connected to mine, I found myself losing in those golden orbs. They looked so beautiful. I was wondered if he was a werewolf and I was his mate because the connection with simple eye contact felt so intense. I didn’t want to break it. Neither by leaning towards him and nor by turning back. I was stuck in the moment.

Oh Gosh! Now I’m quoting Justin Bieber’s song.

I’m really really talking like Jessica. What’s wrong with me? The next thing I know I will be ranting about our future. Oh no! Shut up Beryl.

“I decided to do what he asked me for and quit the sports. It was alright. I like playing both these games only for fun. So it didn’t bother me when I quit. But all my mates didn’t share my feelings. You know how Nick reacted. Others were also not happy with my choice. You can say I was no longer anyone’s favorite.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“And later I decided to join back. I was pressurized by my friends and even teachers. Also I thought I couldn’t let Drew walk over me just like that. And I think that was a mistake. He threatened me again but I didn’t listen to his warnings. So he decided to do something different. He said he would destroy me.”

I pursed my lips feeling angry. If Drew was anywhere around us at that moment, I would have attacked him like a wild cat. And by wild cat I mean lion.

“That night at the party at Nick’s house was the first time I was drugged. I felt different and I knew something was wrong. Though I don’t know how I ended up calling you. I should have seen it coming. Vivien had never talked to me in past. She is in love with Drew. So blinded by love that she would do anything for him. She hated me because Drew hated me. That night she was acting a bit… friendly.” He scrunched up his nose.

“You can say flirty. I will understand.” I supplied. I guess Vivien was the red head.

He gave me a small smile and continued. “I was confused at first. I don’t drink alcohol because it messes up with me real bad. I had it once and almost landed myself in hospital. I didn’t have alcoholic drink that night too. But after my head started feeling dizzy, I thought I had a spiked drink or that someone was playing pranks on me. But then Drew called me the next day he said that my tolerance to drugs was really low. I knew he was behind it.”

I clenched my hands under the blanket. My hatred for that boy grew with every world Blaise spoke.

“And then at the night of the party. You were dancing with Nick which made me really jealous. I didn’t even know when Vivien slipped drugs in my soft drink. And I didn’t even realize I was drunk. Thank you so much for being there both the times I was drugged. I don’t know what I would have done if you were not there.” He gave me a genuine smile this time.

I tried to smile at him but my head was swimming. Jealous? Blaise was JEALOUS?

Again silence settled in the room. Both of us were busy in our own thoughts. I could have talked about his situation with Drew more if his confession about jealousy hadn’t drawn my attention. That gave me a flashback of what he had said to dad. I wanted to ask him about it but I didn’t know how.

Can I just ask him directly? ‘Blaise, do you like me?’

But that sounds so straight forward. Shouldn’t I act a bit shy?

‘Blaise, I was just wondering… do you like me as much as you like my cupcakes?’ Well I really liked his cupcakes and I like him too. It’d just be fair if he liked me too.

“I think I should go now,” Blaise reached for his jacket ready to put it on.

“Wait!” I said a little too quickly. He stopped and looked at me raising his eyebrows in bewilderment.

“I have something to ask you,” I didn’t want to stall. It is now or never. And I just want to know. I already like Blaise. I really like him. I don’t want to like him more and then find out that he doesn’t like me back.

“What?” He pulled his hand back slowly.

“When my dad asked you if you wanted to be more than my friend, you said ‘yes’.” I stopped wanting him to continue. I watched his face for any reaction but he didn’t show any.

“Yes, I did.” He nodded his head. I waited for him to elaborate but he didn’t. We sat staring at each other for about a minute before I rolled my eyes.

“Why did you say that?” I asked going straight to the topic.

“What do you think?” He inquired.

“I can’t think of anything. Why don’t you tell me?”

“You are a smart girl. Why don’t you know?” He retorted. I gave him a really fake smile and sat on my knees. I started to crawl towards him on my knees and he watched me without blinking.

I was hoping to be a predator walking towards its prey but I actually felt exactly the opposite. I was a stupid prey walking towards the predator. His eyes were dark. As I neared him I saw more green in them. I stopped when I was almost straddling him. I only needed to plant my but on his waiting legs. But I was not going to do that. It would be way too much for me. I might just have a heart attack since it was already beating too fast.

I placed my hands on his shoulders to get face to face with him. He didn’t move. He didn’t say anything. He only watched my bold act. He wasn’t surprised. Neither was I. I knew I had it in me. Only if the guy was right. And just then, I felt like Blaise was the right one. How long it will be before he becomes the only one?

“I might know it. But I want you to say it.” I whispered.

I felt something warm touch my cheek. His hand.

His eyes were staring back into mine. I stared right back. His answer, all I needed was his answer. I was going to lean forward and kiss him right then. Theory of Kissing Blaise Anderson be damned. I didn’t care at all. All I cared about the words that would come out of his mouth.

“I might like you, Beryl Parker.” He whispered and I leaned forward.

***

So here is some Blaisyl for you. Most of you liked this ship name. Beraise was close but Blaisyl won.

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