15 I can handle myself!

I walked towards the park and found my usual sitting spot which is kind of isolated from the other park area.

It is a beautiful white bench made in an artistic manner with patterns engraved in it. Beside the bench there are flower beds that spread through the whole park surrounding the walking paths. I wonder why no one sits at this bench. When I started sitting here I remember people gave me curious and scared stares which I didn't understand.

Maybe this bench is haunted!

I laughed at the thought. This isn't possible. And if there is really something here I would love to meet it. I always wanted to meet a fairy or some kind of supernatural creature except evil spirits.

I took off my slippers and was walking on the grass barefooted beside the flower beds when I felt something sharp piercing my foot. I let out a surprised cry and sat down on the grass examining my foot.

It was a sharp thorn penetrated in my skin which was looking blood red now with hues of purple and blue. Maybe walking barefoot was a bad idea. But I never learn my lesson.

I was sitting there gathering the courage to pull it out when I heard a deep voice behind me which sent chills down my spine.

"I can help," the voice said.

I turned my head to look at the person who spoke but as soon my eyes landed on him my breath got caught up in my throat.

Standing there was Mr Xavier Millers in all of his glory. He looked like he came straight out of bed, his hairs tousled and his familiar icy blue eyes looked slightly swollen. I noticed his face gave off a disappointed expression as soon as he saw me.

Maybe he was expecting someone else!

Huhh he can expect Donald trump for all I care.

I rolled my eyes at him but my heart was beating wildly in my chest. This was the first time he spoke to me. I didn't remember anything Alex said at that time. All I could hear was my heartbeat, him sitting beside me and noise of birds chirping.

"No thanks I can handle myself." I managed to say. I was aware of the fact that he sat beside me ignoring what I said.

"Let me see," he said.

He sounded so close. I dared turning my head and instantly regretted it. He was so close. With the close proximity I noticed fading scars and bruises on his face. I wondered how he got those. But everything zoomed out as soon as I saw him in the eye. They were shining compared to the dimly lit surroundings.

His eyes are beautiful!

I didn't feel the need to correct myself because it was true.

He was doing the exact same thing. I felt like he was searching for something in my eyes. Regaining my senses I blinked and quickly looked away moving a little away from him.

"I told you I..." my words were left unsaid when he grasped my arm pulling me close.

A little more closer than needed...

His cologne filled my nostrils. He smelled like a fading perfume on clothes.

A perfume I can get addicted to...

"Hey! What the hell? Let go of my arm." I exclaimed, wiggling in his grip. He looked at me, his face inches from mine. My body was inclined towards him due to him pulling me towards him.

His expressions were furious, showing that he didn't like people opposing or disobeying him. All the things I have heard about him seemed true at that time and I felt scared remembering what he did with Alex.

"Stop moving," he said while I was trying to retreat my arm back from his grip, his eyes softening at me. He surrounded his arm from which he was gripping my arm around me to stop me from moving and pulled out the thorn with his other hand.

I gasped and he immediately pressed his thumb on the wound from where blood started to come out. My back was pressed against his chest, his arm still holding me. I wanted to push him away but I couldn't.

Suddenly he retrieved his arm back standing up and wiped his bloody thumb on his shirt. I felt cold hitting my body without his body surrounding mine.

I was suddenly confused by his behavior. At first he was warm trying to help me without me wanting it and now suddenly cold again. But I was more confused by myself. I should be mad at him but instead I called his name when he turned to leave.

"Xavier,"

Stupid stupid stupid me!

He turned back with a questioning look on his face. The hard stoic Xavier was back. It almost felt like a dream when I saw his eyes softening at me.

"Thank you," I said, being honest. Despite the fact that he did this without my will but I was secretly hoping that someone would pull it out for me.

He looked like he was making up an answer.

"Do you have a ride home?" he asked, ignoring my thank you.

And then I remembered that I don't have one. I didn't need a ride before but now it was difficult for me to walk back home with my foot wounded which started hurting and itching.

"Actually I don't need a ride, my home is nearby." I didn't show him that I wanted a ride. I was already feeling so awkward.

"But you will need one now, get up I will drop you." he said putting out his hand towards me.

I hesitated taking his hand and pulled mine back as soon as I was up. I was afraid of the sparks his touch was giving me. I looked around and it was almost dark. Maybe I should go with him and it will be just a short ride. I assured myself.

I followed him, who was already walking away without waiting for me. I was trying to reach him but he was fast and I was slow due to my foot. Maybe he realized my absence because he stopped and looked back.

"Almost there," I said laughing nervously. I just don't wish that kind of situation upon my worst enemy.

He came back towards me and picked me up bridal style without giving me a chance to speak. I was shocked and speechless while he looked unfazed and was waking calmly like I don't weigh more than a few pounds to him. I mean I am not fat but not skinny either.

He set me down near the car and opened the door for me. I was looking like a practical example of blushing, awkwardness and regret sitting in his car trying to say something.

"Don't you dare touch me without my permission again." I finally said trying to sound threatening but it came out really lame. I wanted so bad to laugh at myself.

"I was just trying to help," he replied with a straight face not looking at me.

"Why?" I don't know what I was thinking when this stupid 'why' escaped my lips.

He turned his head slightly looking at me with confused expressions. He looked so innocent with that face. Almost like if he was not Xavier Millers anymore. I was about to say something more stupid when my home came into sight.

"That's my home," I said motioning him to stop.

"Take that as my apology." he said, not looking at me and I heard a sound of unlocking car doors. Without saying anything else I came out of the car and stood at my door until his car was out of my sight.

What just happened?