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Chapter 16- Faye | Cognizance

Chapter 16: Cognizance

Her head was cloudy.

It was the same kind of clouds that surrounded a person when they're drunk. The clouds that allow you to know what you are doing but didn't let you have a say in the matter. Didn't let you second guess your actions. The lethal kind of clouds.

And if Faye was the drunk mess, with no idea how to sort out her cloudy head.
Alexander Banks was the drink she could not put down.

He felt good, he made her lose her inhibitions, but she knew she would regret him the next day.

That was exactly what was happening right now. Regret.

Internally screaming with every step she took towards her cabin door. She knew she shouldn't have kissed him last night. She did it to prove something, and couldn't fathom why her emotions got the best of her. It was a bittersweet feeling that settled over her bones. There was a reason she had her guards up around people, and letting them down was a big mistake.

She had no idea what Alex was capable of. She had taken time in building the walls around her heart, and for one boy to just come along with a sledgehammer and knock them down was unacceptable.

She trailed her thumb along her bottom lip and felt his mouth on her in a fleeting second. His tongue, his heat, his taste. Him.

She whipped her thumb down and pushed it inside her jeans pocket. She whimpered and closed her eyes to try and get her head cleared. It was torture. This-him...he was torturing her, making her question her morals. And all Faye could do was feel like a deer being calmly stalked by a hunter, with him choosing every move, always deliberate enough to follow a carefully laid out plan. A plan that ended with her slaughtered and in pain. A plan that started and ended with nothing but raw torture.

She paused before the door to their cabin. She took a deep breath and turned the knob, the door creaked open to an empty room. She let out a breath of relief and her body went lax with consolation. After locking the door and checking it twice to see if it was truly locked, she walked to her side of the room and knelt beside her suitcase. Shrugging off her coat, she folded it and kept it atop her bedside table.

Changing into a plain grey baggy shirt and not putting any shorts on or a bra because she was alone after a long time and she needed some liberation time, she decided that she was going to go on her merry way and pretend that nothing happened yesterday. She wasn't going to let a boy ruin her self respect and fundamental principles. She was Faye Watson - the strong and invincible. 

Taking out her laptop from her bag she decided she would get started on her creative writing assignment.

Pulling her glasses down from her head, she opened up her Mac and plugged in her password. After opening up her writing document and analyzing and synthesizing different sections of the literature novel "Flowers for Algernon" for an hour she felt her eyelids starting to get heavier.

Closing her laptop, all thoughts of Alex and rhetorical triangles left her and she lay her head down on the soft pillow. Covering her legs with the silky duvet she sighed with content.

Drifting off into a haze of slumber, Faye let her mind slip into sleep. 

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Her body woke to a loud banging on the door and immediately she tensed and the electric charge of the room shifted. All the possible logical explanations flew out of her head and panic contaminated every fibre of her being. 

Anxiety was ripping through her veins and all she could do was start to shake and feel the tremor of silent screams pierce through her vocal chords. Her heart beat quickened with fear of a perceived threat and she looked around for anything she could use in her defense when the banging got louder. 

She heard a muffled deep voice on the other side of the wood and it finally occurred to her. 

She had locked the door. He couldn't get to her. She hugged her body close and shook the bad memory. She locked the door this time. 

Staying exactly where she was, she composed herself. She was in camp, she was in her cabin and she had locked the door. When the bang came again, she jumped and immediately got up and ran towards the door. It could be Blaize or a professor, and she was just sitting there.

"I-Im sorry, I'm so sorry" she repeated as she whipped the door open.

Her breath stopped short. 

Of course it wasn't Blaize, or even a professor. 

No, Faye Watson-the strong and invincible just lost her title. 

Alexander had his back facing Faye and was leaning his arms on the wooden sidebars of the cabin. Head in his hands and his fingers in his hair as if he'd been pulling at it for a while, he let out a growl of frustration when he heard the door click open. "Dieu, je pensais que j'allais mourn ici" (God, I thought I was going to die here)

Alex took his head out of his hands and turned around to Faye to tell her just how long he was waiting when he couldn't speak, breathe or move. He was paralyzed. 

His breath stopped short.

There she stood, with her eyes wide and looking as if she just got caught having the last cookie in the jar...in nothing but a fucking shirt.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Alexander Banks went from her dark messy hair to her green eyes that looked straight at him and he paused at her lips. His eyes memorizing that beauty spot on her bottom lip and imprinting it in his memory so that when he doesn't have her in the next lifetime, he will always have the image of her pink lips. 

He pulled his sight down to her collar bone and thought of all the ways he wanted to create a bridge down from her collar bone to her stomach and how many different ways he would make that pathway. He stopped at her breasts, he let out a ragged breath when he noticed her nipples peaking through the cotton.He imagined himself all across her milky skin, putting his lips on her and feeling the transfer of warmth from her body to his. Down to the spot in between her legs. His tongue, her heat, her taste. 

He closed his eyes to stop. He needed to stop. She wasn't even doing anything, yet she was torturing him. From the start to the finish. Raw Torture 

His head was cloudy. 

It was the same kind of clouds that surrounded a person when they're having a rush. The clouds that allow you to know what you are doing but didn't let you have a say in the matter. Didn't let you second guess your actions. The rare kind of clouds.

And if Alex was the adrenaline junkie, with no idea how to sort out his cloudy head.

Faye Watson was the leap of faith he wanted to take.

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