Stiletto heel

(Laila)

Did the familiar figure ask me, 'You do drink?'? 

I was slipping like water from his grip, but my body sensed an upward force on my arm, and I matched my dignity with it to stand straight. 

I was resting my whole self over the counter while I blinked at the guy who asked that insane question to me, trying to take off the blur over his face.

Since when did I forget about filing case about the black wine can—while his scent teased my nose or while the flash from his face dashed me?

I wish I was extremely drunk to not be able to see his face.

When I realised who was that, my already wobbling legs collide with one another and tend to fall south. 

I realized how fragile I really am.

He wasn't wearing his usual clothing, yet it was more striking than before—grey!

He wore a dull gray shirt and black pants. How come my eyes are working alright?

"You must quit drinking like this, Laila." The gray shirt grabs the bottle from my hand, and it vanishes from my sight. 

Did he just throw it?

I am not done drinking!!

I lift my face to stare at him. 

And why the heck is everyone tall like avatar replicas?

Yet I was deaf enough to notice the concern in his voice, but it was heating up the ambience.

My solid fist thud over the shiny counter where flames of short glasses kept in a row: "When Black can't rule me, Grey can neither do..."

I flipped my drunken-yet-drooling face towards the bartender and screamed in uneasiness, "Give my order of two more bottles," slapping the table rapidly, "RIGHT AWAY!"

Trevor didn't see my disturbed face, did he?

Two glowing bottles fall in front of me, and I grinningly take them in my hand like my precious treasures, a mask to hide my fucked-up face, and an excuse to stop seeing his handsome gray-shaded face.

But my treasures left my hands and were deleted from my view. Where are the bottles?

"I said, quit this hell!" A gray-sleeved hand turns me to his side. "Look at your half-gone face."

I am not drunken. What is he talking about? 

I'm good; see how I'm standing!

I was seeping into the earth more when I saw his face than by the force with which he yanked me to look at him.

"Bottle thiiief! Give my drink back." I barely think I said it.

"What if I don't?" His voice oozes into my ears.

I widen my eyes to see his closeness and irrefusable cologne which is taking over me. His stare hit me at the point where my heart beats. 

My throat raised a gulp, and the remaining taste of the mistook drink had swept away with it.

His staggering face, with fifty shades playing over it, was fluctuating in front of me.

It was too late for me to realize that my wrist was inside his fist and my heaving breast was brushing his third button on his fucking hot shirt.

Did I say hot? No, no, I just meant his shirt, not him.

"You better do this with your girl friend!" The smell that was mixing with my breath was his perfume. 

His jaw was still, yet his lips stretched to a smirk at my face. "I don't want to..."

His cold cheek sticks with my ear when his words slide through my bones: "I don't want to confess when you're drunk, Benny."

Benny-funny what?

I push away the shivering thought before it finds its place. Shit! Shit! He means everything, which I swear to God I can't stand!

Those red irises were invisibly black-and-grey, unfolding a new tale in them. 

"I want to ki-kick you badly!" I push my stare further into his eyes, trying to stop it from daunting me.

He simply dropped his lusty eyes at my wet lips, which I chewed several times, thinking that it would get him out of my mind. 

"I know you want to kiss me. Don't veil it as kick, honey." His appearance was sinking into the dark background while he said things like that.

Kiss you? 

I want to take the adventure too, which would make me more tipsy than alcohol.

But here I am, invariably, trying to fight against something that defeated me a long time ago.

My cheek bones were even redder and were visible through my cheek skin. He would have watched it like a film he produced, for god's sake.

Greedy grey shirt!

"You are intoxicating me; brace yourself to stay behind the bars!" I said it to myself without daring in the slightest to admit it to him.

His Adam's apple hops a little while he chuckles at me. 

No way did Trevor hear my cliched flirt!

"Hey!" He calls me and I look up at him. "Drink or dance?"

"Drink!" I jolt to continue my own business, but he repeats the choice again like a parrot.

"Drink or dance?" Holding my chin between his thumb and index finger, he eagerly kissed me with his eyes.

Who can resist such a thing?

I looked at the bottles he stole from me, abandoned in a trash can next to us. 

"Dance is the left-over choice to sayyy... to a thief like you, Driverrr..."

I feel utterly naked when he looks through my dress and pushes both of us close to each other that my heaving breast smashed against his grey shirt.

"As a princess' wish!" He whispered while his lengthy yet tender arms lock behind my waist and lead me to the dance floor.

I was almost lifted from the ground and floated towards the dance floor. Trevor was the only dark source around me, which lightened my mood. It was beautiful.

As the music waves rose and fell, Trevor was moving my body with his, like I'm his puppet, which I don't hate. He dances with rizz, and my body aesthetically floats around him.

Seconds were moving at the pace of an eternity. 

Gradually I grew tighter to his body, and he sent me soundless messages through his heartbeats.

Holy shit! I'm lying over his chest!

All the tiles under my feet were shaking, vibration was visible, darkness was audible, hunger and thirst were out of frame, and his unsung lullaby made me doze over his cozy torso. 

It felt like one of the places like my home. He felt like home.

I was soundless, like I hadn't slept for decades!

"Benito?!" A silent whisper accompanied my snore, and I welcomed it with a nod.

There was a span of ten seconds until I experienced a smooth caress across my hair. 

His hands were soft against my head, and he hugged me without letting air pass through us, without minding we were dancing a minute ago.

"Will you stay up like this if you're not drunk?" His voice of brilliance touches the zenith of my temper.

Tossing my head up, "I am not drunken!" I pouted at him without realizing that I was resting my chin on his body. 

Does it mean someone is drunk if they sleep on their chest?

A thousand meteoroids crash inside his glowing eyes when he stares at me. Trevor simply smiled at me, and his eyes shrank in bliss. 

"Yes, you are, baby girl."

While his lips were adding to my desire, the words from his lips were multiplying my temper.

"Tsk!" I repelled from his chest. 

Dancing with the driver is a weird decision! 

I turned my face away in loathe and took a step back. But he pulled me by my wrist, I dashed forward and my face collided against his rock-hard chest. 

Trevor caged me inside his embrass again and I mumble, "Idiot!!"

"Can you hear it?" he said gently that I shut up and looked at myself listening to something.

His heart beats were thrashing like mine; I heard them pounding against his chest.

He suddenly lifted my chin. Both of our eyes stopped to blink, and my hair bounced back as I tilted up my head in bafflement. 

His thumb finds my lips, a sensitive part where I don't want him to place his target. He brushes my lips, and I almost thought it was butter pressing over my lips. 

He was insanely gentle.

My eyes reflexively shut down. The alcohol finds his touches as suffixes and gives me meaningless pleasure. 

His radiance and point of contact were beautifully intersecting with my tiny figure. 

I gasped, moaned, or did both when he whispered in the lowest voice he could ever speak, "You come near me... and say I am close. You feel like I started it while you threw the spell. You act like you hate me while passing loving glances. You think I am playing, but you win the game. You seem like an oxymoron... while you are the poem."

My frozen blood stayed cold until he said that with so much heat.

His touch on my lips was nothing compared to what I heard just now. 

My fuse-less brain was so dumb that I wondered: Is that a new category of flirting? Or a new word for saying such a thing? 

But I resumed to take in the heat he passed me easily, biting my lips.

"Uhh...?" I locked my eyes into his, and my heart jumped to see that he was gaping at me as if trying to eat with his eyes. 

His temptation was visible; it was thinking about which direction I needed to be savored.

"What do you want from me?" I told them with my lips than with my voice.

"Don't hate me." He permits himself to take my body and move with it. I just stood dazed by his uncanny behavior.

My hands twine with his, and the sin of shaking hands with his best friend fades; it felt. He held my waist dearly, as leaving my side was the darkest thing he could ever imagine.

I was searching for answers in his eyes for what I hadn't asked him while he was busy making moments with me on the dance floor. 

The music was flooding my tipsy mind and reminding me that I was not dreaming.

He bends down at me once more and inhales my soul with my perfume. 

The hair that sprung from his head scratched my neck, and I pushed my fingers tightly together around his gray shirt collar. He's driving me!

"How long have you been wearing this beauty on yourself without letting any other girl have some?" His brows jump, and my heart beat too. 

While he makes himself into my eyes, wondering what I am.

I close my eyes and dance with Trevor. "You must consider stopping to throw such heart-aching nonsense at me for once and forever!"

It's just turning my dirty tool on.

He ties the knot of my dress at my shoulder and winks, "Non sense, which makes you blush like this?"

I try to push his body apart from me, "Get awayyyy from meeee, Driver!" 

But why did his figure get closer?

"I suppose I can't get away if you keep on pulling me like this" The grey shirt points my hand and I see his shirt inside my tight fist, yanking him like I've been doing this for a long time. 

Did I just? Uh... My head is heavier than anytime!

I wasn't thinking straight that I left him and groaned, "Why do you like meee, moron?!!" 

He briefly looks somewhere and took my hand in his, "Honey, I don't like you!"

My heart crashes with a black hole and the butterflies in my gut die in a second. 

"You have no idea what you did to me..." He tries to tell something but I have no ears to spare him.

If he don't like me then why pretending?

I slapped his hand away and curse, "Shut up!! I don't want anything to hear from you."

"Benny I-" 

"It's the last time I would see your face." With hatred dripping from every word I utter, I stormed off the place with a colourless face.

Why did I hate myself when he don't like me?

It was the last time I saw him. I swum through the crowd past him and settled my sweating and heaving figure against a wall which seemed like a savior.

My eyes rolled behind my head and I breathed back to normal like I've survived a whirlpool. 

My hands caressed my ankles which became sore by the movements I made in the dance floor. I must stop being hard on myself. 

This stiletto heel is worser than grey shirts!

Everything felt like a pillow around me, making me to fall over them. 

I limped two steps with the hurting heel and end up knocking out the vase next to me the next moment. 

"Aah!!" I winced sitting on the floor, clutching my left ankle with my hands. 

Frick!! Something was seeping in the veins of my foot.

As I move it an inch, a sharp pulsating pain shoots my ankle as of a cutting glass. Few drops of tears wetted my cheek as an outlet.

I try to remove the heel from my foot but the pain sprout fiercely again, a dam of tears flood down my face and I sobbed like a baby.

That was hell of hurt in one point and I can't get up, now!

Rhea! I am done loitering.

Hundreds of people were like maniacs with huge legs that I'm sure they would kill me with one stomp of each foot! 

For one second, it felt like I can never walk again. Cuz my feet was stubborn to make a mere move and my eye closes desperately than feeling the bone or something tearing my ankle skin again.

I open my eyes suddenly, by the noise of something skidding next to me. "LAILA! YOU ARE HERE!"

My lung was malfunctioning when I saw him again. "Why are you lying on the floor? Are you okay?"

Trevor pulls me up and my foot shakes. "DAMN! STOP DOING THAT!!", I sniffle again holding my ankle in one hand and placing my other on his shoulder. 

He probably is kneeling next to me, that his height matches mine.

"What did you do? Knocked this?", he looks at the pity broken vase next to me. 

He touched my foot and inspected it, "You've so badly made your left ankle to sob like you!"

I rose my wet face while he stands up and I hardly heard what he said, "You've sprained it, Laila."

My bad!

That sounded worser when he said that. I hiccup between my drying tears and blink at him and he stares me back. 

The colours in his eyes rearranges themselves to something else. I scowled at him and his forehead skin relaxes while he riskily smiles at me. 

I irked my expression. We were still for I don't know how long.

While my consciousness peeked through my intoxicated brain for once, it caught me.

"THERE'S NO WAY, YOU'RE TOUCHING ME!!", I literally yelled when he leaned down to pick me up in his arms in bridal style. 

Dabbing his chest and slapping his face, I shut my mouth once it was decided by fate that he need to carry me. 

He takes off my heel delicately, spending time to part it away with ease. 

"You're so dumb!", his face was close to my nose and thanks for the mere inch which separated us.

I knot my arms around his neck and the places I touch him, it burnt me! 

He walks through the alley of people like an odd man out, having my petite figure clinging his torso, with one hand under my knees and the other holding my heels. 

When I looked over his shoulders, I saw something beating me!

Nathan fucker date of my cousin!!?

Why is he looking at my direction? I push my face low beneath Trevor's shoulder and hid my face. 

Tightly holding the grey shirt's collar I bury my face in his chest and chant the holy prayers. This mustn't be happening. He'll misinterpret the whole drama with his imagination!

That would be a mixture of mango juice in cereals!

"What are you doing?", Trevor whispered to me and I hit on what I did. 

His breaths hitched and his heart raced again. He do have emotions? 

And the grip in his hand collapsed a bit and got straight. 

"Shut up!" I hit his chest with my fist and grunt beneath my teeth. "Don't stop walking. Move out of this place!!", I was rolling the cloth of his shirt around my finger in anxiety and he was laughing!

I pout at his expression of triumph while he climbs the stairs and leads me somewhere.

I was damn crumpling within myself as my sight was getting spoiled over each second. 

A door slams behind and my body rested over a white cloud and an angel like god looks at me, "Are you okay with this bed?"

I barely lift my hand and yell at the grey shirt to hug me. I am sick of this coldness that I crave for his warmth. 

Sometimes we do become blind, is it this?

"Leave meeee..." I failed to say it and fell into the infinite slumber once I saw his smiling face.

 Everything dark and his words ringed in my mind, he said last, "Stilettos are not bad as I thought..."

Only lullaby pushing my senses to sleep.

Is his voice.

They are getting closer, huh!! Wait for the next chapter... 😏