“We are home.” A voice says and I felt a slight tap on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see William staring at me, sleep clearing from my eyes immediately at his proximity. We were both in my car. It wasn’t too hard to figure out that he drove me home from the bar. I wonder how he found me. I looked around and we were really in front of our dormitory. This was the first time in a while we were this close and weren’t exchanging words or fists. The air grew too awkward and I contemplated what to say.
“Aren’t you going to ask me what happened?” I suddenly felt shy which surprised me, I haven’t spoken to him casually before, without him starting the conversation.
“You rabble a lot, when you’re drunk you know and don’t worry, I taught him a lesson for you.” He smiles with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Trust me, when his eyes glow like that then his victims are done for. I would know.
I hide my pleased look and ask “Wait, how did you find me?”
“This is a school area, remember? And we are quite popular. I got a call on my way to the get-together about a “friend” of mine drinking herself to stupor.” He says with a blank face and a tone of amusement in his voice.
I give an embarrassed smile. Today has been quite a day. I found out my boyfriend is cheating on me with a guy and I’m in the car with the one person I dislike the most. Crazy. But there is one question that plagues my mind.
“But why did you help me, William? We are not friends or even acquaintances… We hate each other and are always waiting to strike in each other’s moments of weakness. You are the last person that I would ever imagine to be there for me so is there any sudden twist to this?”
He stiffens but eventually sighs and turns to look me dead in the eyes.
“No sudden twist Adele. Just that, I couldn’t stand seeing you so down and sad”
“But you always make me feel sad and angry?” I retorted and rolled my eyes.
“No, that’s different, it’s super fun to annoy you… it’s my favourite pastime actually.” He sighs dreamily and smiles like a lunatic. My mouth forms an O and I attempt to smack him with my bag. Has this boy finally lost his mind?
He stops my hit before it reaches him and continues, “But it’s not so fun when someone else does it, it makes me angry instead and I want to get back at them for making you cry.”
“So, I’m supposed to be your personal victim?” I ask incredulously. What the heck? Is this some kind of love-hate relationship?
“Yes, exactly.” He says in a tone, that screams I finally understand him after all these years.
I raise my bag and don’t hesitate to smack him continuously with it. His screams of ouch fill the car and I can’t help but feel satisfied with his shouts of pain. I think I finally understand why we are a crazy combination.
“Alright, that’s enough.” He says as he tosses the bag to the back seat and grabs my hands to seal my movement. He was extremely close to me now, our faces only inches apart. His eyes draw me in and I find myself unable to pull away. His gaze falls on my lips and back at my eyes. My heart pumps so loudly, I wonder if he could hear it. The effect he had on me was almost tangible. I got a sense of Deja Vu from earlier today and butterflies go on a rampage in my stomach. How can one person make you feel like committing murder one minute and kissing them senseless the next minute?
“Let’s start all over.” He whispers, his voice sending chills down my spine.
“What?” I whisper back but I don’t get a response.
Instead, his lips press on mine.
It only took a second to recover from the shock and I pull him closer to passionately kiss him back. A few minutes later, we pull apart to catch our breaths, our lips are swollen and our hearts beating loudly.
“So what does this make us?” He asks with a smirk and mischief swirling in his eyes.
“I hate you.” I say, trying and failing miserably to hide my smile.
That’s it, one of us is definitely going to jail on our wedding night.