Cynthia's POV
"Oh. My. God!" I mumbled to myself as I looked down at a now drenched Damien as he looked up at me, furious.
Well let me correct myself...a now drenched and furious Damien.
Oh no! Why does it always has to be me, landing up in such situation?
"Damien..." I trailed off not knowing what to say before looking through my bag to see if I have got some tissue papers.
"Here..." I said trying to hand him some tissue papers as he got off the floor.
Well...key words: trying, because he obviously didn't accept them.
"Damn it!..." He murmured glancing at the dripping cigarette, held in between his fingers before throwing it away and looking up at me again.
"What the fuck is wrong with you..." He paused.
"You clumsy girl!" He snapped at me as I was taken aback by his sudden rage.
"Are you following me now?" He asked in disbelief.
"No. No. I was practicing for the play..." I tried explaining only for him to interrupt me.
"Alone? In an empty auditorium? And let me add in a fucking empty school?" He yelled and don't know for what freaking reason, I felt my eyes getting filled up with hot tears.
No! No way in hell I'm going to cry just because some guy yelled at me...but no one has ever yelled at me before and it's kinda overwhelming for me.
"I thought there was..." I tried explaining myself but I couldn't complete as he just walked off.
"I'm sorry" I mumbled as I stared at his retreating figure.
I sighed as a lone tear rolled down my eye.
Well...this was not something that happens with me on a daily basis.
As I was riding back home on my bicycle, I couldn't help but think about the incident that took place a few minutes ago.
I just don't get this guy...at all.
Why does he has to be so rude all the freaking time!
I mean yeah I get it...it was my mistake but he didn't even let me explain myself, let alone apologize for the same.
"Stupid Damien!" I mumbled to myself.
"Hey" I yelled as a bike passed by me at such a terrifying speed that if by any chance it even touched my bicycle, I would have landed far, far across the road, into the bushes or something.
"Jerk" I cursed at the unknown rider.
Frowning, I stopped my bicycle in the middle of the road for a minute as something struck in my head.
Why did that bike look so damn familiar?
Wait.
No.
It can't be.
No. It can't be the same person's bike whom I was cursing in my head not even a minute ago.
Or maybe today is just not my lucky day.
"Two encounters..." I paused nodding at myself.
"Two encounters in a day...with none other than the great...the mysterious Damien...well this day surely cannot get any better than this" I continued to myself sarcastically before peddling my bicycle once again not wanting to get into some other trouble by staying on this dark, deserted road.
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Something About Him
Romance"Let go of me" I murmured trying not to create a scene. "Why" He asked in his usual deep voice with his grip tightening around my wrist. "Damien. I said let go of me right now...everybody's watching us" I replied finally gathering the courage to g...
