Something About Him

Chapter 24: A life changing kiss

Cynthia's POV

As I lied there sleeping and Ishaan or Prince Phillip, whatever you may like to call him, leaned in to place a kiss on my forehead, a kiss that was supposed to break Princess Aurora's enchanted slumber but before that something else did.

My eyebrows scrunched up as I heard some heavy footsteps on the stage, approaching us, as if someone was really mad and that anger clearly reflecting in their walk.

And as I slowly opened my eyes, my heart started thumping against my ribcage when my eyes landed on Damien's furious figure.

Why did he seem so mad?

What was happening?

And what was he even doing up here? On the state while the play was going on and there was our entire school sitting in the audience, watching the play.

Without giving much thought to our play and the audience sitting in the auditorium, I got up, it was more of a reflex action, as Damien approached me angrily.

"Cynthia. What are you doing? That's not how the script goes" I heard Ishaan's low and confused voice but that didn't stop me.

"Get back here! We still need to finish the kissing part" He added.

"Miller!" I saw Steve frowning at me from the back stage.

"What are you doing? Focus on the play" Steve added in a low voice, so only the people on the stage could hear him and I had no other option but to ignore Steve and Ishaan, who were urging me to get back on the play, but how could I? When a person who was not a part of the play had just walked on the stage, looking raging mad.

And more importantly when that person was none other than Damien, himself.

"Damien..." I paused, my voice coming out barely as a whisper, suddenly feeling nervous, just standing before him.

Why did he look so mad?

What was he so furious at?

Or rather should I ask who was he so furious at?

But something about his demeanor and the way he was looking at me...or rather, glaring at me would be the correct term, told me that the person who he was mad at, was none other than me.

But if so, then why?

What did I do now?

Or more correctly, what have I ever done to him?

"What are you doing here?" I asked, unknowingly biting my lower lip.

I gulped nervously as he stepped closer to me and as if my legs had a brain of their own, they took a step backwards and it was then that he held me in my place by my arm, in a tight grip. I'm sure his fingers were gonna leave a mark over there.

As I struggled to get myself out of his grip, his grip tightened even more, so tight that it started hurting me now, and just the next moment he pulled me flush against his chest as a surprised gasp escaped my lips. 

Looking up into those baby blue eyes of his, which had me mesmerized each and every time I looked into them...which had the power of holding me captive...making me forget about the entire world, I found myself getting even more nervous as they weren't calm as they always were, rather they were furious...as furious as a wild storm.

And that storm in his eyes, somehow scared me.

"Cynthia Miller..." He mumbled my name while gritting his teeth and just hearing the way my full name rolled off his tongue, had my heart melting.