Chapter 22

Flame’s POV.

Mistakes. We all make them right? I knew for sure I had made one big mistake after waking up in her arms. I didn’t remember much of last night but me waking up like this, in her arms, in her t-shirt, in her bed, wasn’t exactly a good sign.

I sigh and take a moment to look at her, she looked so troubled even in her sleep, I wonder what she was dreaming about, who she was dreaming about. She had this little frown, her lips pursed, her eyebrows furrowed and I just wanted to touch the frowns in her face, and make it all better.

“Ugh Sparks, don’t be creepy like that” she speaks suddenly opening one of her eyes to peek at me and I groan shutting my eyes and nuzzling into the crook of her neck. She wasn’t asleep that entire time? “Checking me out in my sleep?” she chuckles.

“You weren’t asleep, were you?” I mutter just now noticing the little scar on her neck right below her ear. It looked like a knife or something cut her and she got stitches. I guess that’s what one gets from fighting everyone. “Why are you still in bed then?”

“Because to get out of bed, I’d wake you up and you needed to rest” she explains and I’m confused for a second until I realize I’m sleeping on top of her… Fuck.

I scramble off her, sitting up and she chuckles her eyes still closed.

“Come on, this is nothing compared to what you did last night.”

“What did I do?” I make the mistake of asking and she opens her weirdly beautiful eyes and stares at me a small smile on her lips.

“Oh, you don’t remember basically humping me?” I did that?

I groan covering my face with both my hands. I have never hated her vocabulary more…

“Whaat?” the word comes out as an exasperated groan, my head thrown back, unable to look at her. I run a palm down my face and look back at her as she starts speaking again.

“Well not necessarily humping. I don’t know what you’d call it, you just, you know, straddled me and-” she goes on gesturing with her hands and I get redder by the minute regretting ever asking her what happened. “Yeah, so I guess it was grinding… You can call it that, right? Dry humping is more accurate.”

She’s grinning as I grab the pillow next to her head and hit her face with it. She was dragging this for her stupid amusement.

“No, you can’t call it anything” I cover my face with my open palms again and groan quietly. If the earth could just swallow me whole, thank you very much.

What was I thinking last night?

“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re a horny drunk” she laughs and I feel as her hand reaches for mine pulling it away from my face.

“Don’t be shy it’s already done.” I open one of my eyes and peek at her “And come on Sparks who can blame you for wanting this hot mess” she grins gesturing to herself and I roll my eyes.

“Oh, you think you’re sooo hot, right?” she winks at me. Smug idiot.

I smile grabbing the pillow under her head and straddling her taking her by surprise.

“Let’s see how hot you’ll be when you’re buried six feet under” my eyes burn into her widening ones.

“Umm I’d actually prefer to be cre-” I cut her off when I cover her face with the pillow and hear her muffled laugh under the pillow.

It feels nice to play around with her like this. The past days I’ve seen different sides of Cain, even the sweet side, which is pretty odd because I had no idea she had that. I’d also learned that she was very inquisitive and curious but if things didn’t involve her, she didn’t care at all. She basically just lived in her own world and didn’t care for anyone except her friends. Yeah, when her friends were involved, she was caring and loving in her own way.

“- Sparks!” she yells, her words muffled by the pillow as her hands grab onto mine trying to pull the pillow off her face, her feet kicking behind me.

“Don’t call me a horny drunk again, okay?” I instruct, pressing the pillow harder against her face and she laughs harder.

I’ve seen her fight, I know she could overpower me and throw the pillow into another universe if she wanted to.

“Okay, okay I won’t” she mumbles and I lift the pillow a little and peek at her. She smiles under the pillow, her short hair now ruffled up and all over the place, some loose strands covering her fore-head. Her eyes were a bit droopy and stained red and I couldn’t help but notice the eye bags under them, it was as if she had trouble sleeping or didn’t sleep at all.

“But even if I don’t say it, you know that you still are, right?” she raises a brow and I scream. How do I make get over last night? The bloody embarrassment.

I cover her face with a pillow again desperately trying to avoid her stare and also rid of the feeling. But this time instead of yelling I feel her hands creep behind me and she suddenly grabs me by the ass and presses me against her. What in the hell-?! Damn it.

“What the fuck Cain?!”

She chuckles again knowing exactly what she’s doing and before I realize it, she’s turning and I’m falling on my back. She throws away the pillow I’m holding in my hands and looks down at me. I can literally feel her eyes caressing my face.

But before she tries anything, her piercing ringtone startles us out of the moment. She quickly turns towards the direction and her face changes. She gets off me without a word and walks towards the ringing phone. I’m frozen on the bed following her movements. She looks at the screen and sighs before receiving it.

“Been busy what’s up?” She speaks and walks a bit further almost to her bedroom door.

“You have no idea” she speaks.

I sit up watching her carefully, the clenched jaw, the nervous walk, the heavy breathing, how she keeps pushing her hair backwards roughly. She was definitely not okay.

I remember bits of last night, like meeting the guy that somehow looked like her. They had very similar eyes, her dad if I’m not mistaken. Who if I remember correctly wasn’t really her favorite person in the world. I remember the bits of yelling, the way she looked angry, confused, and scared after he left.

She turns and our eyes meet only for a second and I try to give her a small smile but she completely ignores me.

“For fuck’s sake, Austin.”

I lay back on my back and purse my lips, listening in on their conversation. I wasn’t going to lie I was really worried about her.

Worried to a point that I desperately wanted to know what was going on, wanted to be part of it… Part of her life and help out if I could help ease her worries. And that was the problem, about a month ago, I didn’t give a shit about Cainine. I didn’t exactly hate her nor like her, I just didn’t care about her existence, but here I am caring about her and feeling a sudden need to be a part of her life.

I guess it’s because we were friends now? Ugh.

I palm my face and groan. I’m sure she thinks, knows, that I was drunk the entire of last night, and that’s why I was so… Touchy with her. And that’s true, I was drunk and it led to last night’s embarrassing events. But to be honest, I wasn’t really that drunk by the end of the night when I kissed her.

Oh, my fucking- I kissed her. I groan again rubbing my forehead. What was going on with me? This was not me… This was just- Fucking crazy.

“You okay, Sparks? Hangover?” I prop my elbows on the bed to look at her. She looks so… Concerned.

“Hmm?” I raise my brows. Hangover? More like confusion and conflict.

“I can fix you a cup of coffee and get you painkillers-“

“N-no I’m okay” I breathe. I wasn’t hangover. I was questioning my actions which is way worse.

“You sure?” she raises her eyebrows and I scoff a laughter nodding my head.

“Okay then, so umm, my friends are on their way here and unless you want to have to deal with them, you should-“

“Are you kicking me out of your pot smelling house?” I gasp placing a hand over my chest.

“No-” she begins.

“Don’t you want me to meet your friends?” I interrupt her again.

“Believe me that is the least of my problems now, Sparks. You do what you got to do, I don’t really give a shit” she raises her hands in defense and walks out.

Ouch.

I was only joking. I sigh; look at the t-shirt I’m wearing and weirdly smile to myself. I guess I’ll prepare and leave then.

One thing was for sure; I needed to get my shit together and figure myself out.

I get up and walk around trying to figure out where the bathroom was first. After finding the bathroom, I decide to take a proper shower, using her body wash and shampoo. And glaring at myself when my chest dared to feel warm from having her familiar, delicious scent all over me.

I get dressed in my clothes from last night after the shower thanking the heavens I didn’t throw up on them this time. In the process, I notice the red spots on my neck and trace them with my index finger, painfully imagining how I got the hickeys. Damn. I subtly smile but then scold myself after, for allowing myself to smile at my stupid actions.

I then walk downstairs to inform her I’m leaving when I hear voices. I guess her friends were already here.

When I walk into the open kitchen, I find her two friends talking to her looking concerned as fuck. She was seated on one of the stools her hand covering her face.

“Umm- I just wanted to tell you that I’m leaving now” I speak and they all raise their heads and look at me.

“Fuck, Sparks-” she sighs as if she just recalled my presence.

“You didn’t tell us you had someone over” one of the guys with spiky dirty blonde hair grins.

“Not just anyone-” the heavy-built one joins the conversation and I give them a friendly smile.

I guess they recognize me from our previous meeting.

“Yeah, she’s no one, she was just leaving” Cainine interrupts waving them off as she stands up. My smile drops and I purse my lips as I feel a frown creeping on my face.

Remind me why those words hurt again? No one? I mean I knew I wasn’t special to her or anything, but no one? Seriously? I watch as she walks towards me and I can’t help the anger I suddenly feel.

I know she’s going through something but that’s no excuse to be a shitty human.

“I’ll give you a ride” she mutters and I scoff.

Why would she give the “no one that was just leaving” a ride?

“A ride to where exactly?” I glare at her.

“Your place?” she gives me a look before going back to looking around for her keys I’m guessing. Some nerve she had-

“I don’t need a fucking ride, Cainine.” I turn and begin to walk away muttering a “I thought I was no one, why bother?”

I had already gone through enough embarrassment for a day.

“Come on Sparks” she grabs my hand. “It was just a figure of speech” she mutters sounding defeated and I hear the guys behind her wince. Somehow, this pisses me off more.

“Now listen to this figure of speech-” I pull my hand away from hers and turn to look at her. “I am not just some girl you’ll fuck around with then make fun of and talk shit about behind her back with your friends.”

At this point, I’m not even sure of what I was saying. Her dismissing me like I was truly no one to her made me realize that I might care for her more than she did me. That was a scary position to be in.

“I know” she tries to speak. “I… I never did that” her voice is so quiet. Almost… Hurt?

The nerve she had to act hurt after saying I was no one. Maybe she was talking shit about me before I came downstairs then now, she acts hurt?

“Ugh, fuck off!” I yell and storm out.

“Come on Sparks!” she yells back and I think I hear her voice crack but I don’t care at this point.

Those words stung more than they should. I thought I was at least her friend. And above all, I was beyond embarrassed just imagining what she would tell her friends about me in my absence if she had the nerve to say I was no one in my presence. She probably just brushes me off like the girls she sleeps with.

I was no one special to her.

Ugh Fuck her.

I needed a reminder as to why I felt indifference towards her. She was an asshole.

But what angers me more is that I still fucking care. I’d already started and I don’t think I would just stop.

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Re-editor here, is Cain really an asshole? Do you think she’s an asshole? I’m biased here I wouldn’t call one of my favorite creations an asshole but hey, we’re all entitled to our opinions. Anywhoo leave a comment, press that star shaped thingy and put a smile on this human’s face. I’m the human I’m talking about.