Chapter 14: You're beautiful when you smile

Riley's P.O.V Seated on the sofa I place my palms over my knees leaning over my arms, My head lowered while my eyeballs are at the top watching the super woman pulling out the first aid box. She was the one who caused the wound in the first place. I look away when she turns around and walks toward me, pursing my lips to a flat line I look straight at her, she places the first aid box on the table and bends opening it, her side features radiating in my view. My eyes follow her actions when she brushes the few strands of hair behind her ear, her fingers pulling out the plasters and bandages. To be honest, even though she acts all rough and looks stiff she is pretty in her own way. Was I blind on our first meeting or am I blind now as her magnificent power made me be appealed. This super woman is really something, the way she stood alone and fought with the men....Damn...she was freaking cool...The way she spoke to the officer ordering him apologize...Oh my God her gut is phenomenal... From her face I move my gaze down to her neck, my brows furrow when I notice the blood stains on her grey hoodie...the fight scene pops in my head making me smile. "How do you know to fight?," I ask out of curiosity however I know that her answer is going to be none of your business. Do people question others only of it's their business?...She is really like an old lady sometimes "I was trained in the camp," she answers, I stare at her surprised. She just answered? Casually? Yet the tone was dry though "Let me clean your wound," she blurts as she stands straight, walking to my side she holds my chin gently and lifts it up. I flip my head up, my eyes directly meeting her instead of the ceiling. She places her left palm on the right side of my face, her eyes fixed on the left side of my forehead. She brings the cotton ball closer to my wound dabbing on it softly. A hiss leaves my lips without my realisation when the ointment got in contact with my skin, it stings...but the sting only made me hiss whilst my body didn't even react to it, it stays still looking at her deeply, examining her sharp features. She moves her hand immediately and blows on my wound. Her action makes my mind wild, it recalls our kiss. I grip tighter on my knees, my fingers digging into my skin as my heart races. "Does it hurt?," She asks softly and this time her voice didn't come out dry as usual. She looks into my eyes waiting for my answer, the thin brows furrowed. "It's weird you know," I say my eyes never willing to look away to see her focused. Girls look stunning when they are focused on something. She continues to blow and dab softly cleaning on the wound "What's weird?," She questions. "The person who beat me is treating me," She pauses her movements, the pair of coal eyes meets mine... It's true that the colour black is supposed to seem secretive and mysterious just like her, an intuitive person like her. She stands straight and remains silent. Taking the plaster she puts it on my forehead and walks to the other side she takes her seat on the sofa beside my left. I gaze at her when she takes a another cotton ball and soaks it in the liquid, turning to my side she rolls up my sleeve, the touch of her fingers on my skin gives me tingles. She bends her upper body little lower and rubs off the blood " Sorry," she utters softly. Damn.. what's with that tone? She is apologising for real! "It won't be self defence if you are not hurt," she continues speaking softly while she cleans the cut mark. "It didn't seem like that was the only reason," I ask to lengthen our conversation. She looks up at me immediately "What else would it be?," She questions and continues to nurse. "I thought you were mad at me," "Yes, I was," she replies instant...I mean without hesitation. The silence takes its presence again. "You were so cool that I've became your fan," I break the ice. She laughs softly, her cheekbones lifted up below her arched eyes...Now I realize why she doesn't laugh often... it's because beauty is rare. "You look beautiful when you smile," I speak my mind out, curious of how she will react. "Is that a compliment?, 'she asks changing the cotton. "Of course," "I thought it was a sarcastic remark," she blurts smiling, my eyes are fixed on her my brain admiring her presence. "I never sounded sarcastic," I blurt under my breath as I run my other hand through my messy hair I look away clearing my throat. After dressing the wound she stands putting everything back in the box "You look hot when you smile too," she says dryly, I face her immediately when the words hit my ears, a wide grin forms on my face. "Thanks," I reply cheerfully, one side of me feeling shy of her compliment. "Sorry, I meant it sarcastically," she sneers as she picks up the box and walks to the shelf ignoring my piercing glare which throws daggers at her. "You must be hungry as we had nothing after breakfast," she announces walking towards me again "I'll get the dinner done," smiling ear to ear she strolls to the kitchen... can't she see that I'm effected by her answer... Waiting for a while in the hall I stroll to the kitchen my feet stop by the dinning room when I see her tearing the packets of instant noodles... cooking?...did she mean cooking instant noodles...I thought it was going to be a feast... Fixing my eyes on her I walk to the kitchen "Instant noodles?," I ask peeping at the boiling pot. "Yeah," she spills the flavour in it "I'm starving so this is quick and there be a lot," "I see, I can eat a lot now, there is no need to care about my appearance anymore," I say before the silence takes place. "Who told eating will make you ugly?," She asks facing me as she knits her brows. "No one," I reply bluntly, my lips part when her lips spread to a wide smile... What's got into her today? She is kind of different! Is it because we were not close at the beginning so she put on cold shoulder and now we are close... Are we? "Eating will always make you happy and healthy," she cheers yet her voice dry but the smile on her face tells all...She just makes me feel better...I was in pain feeling guilty, I thought I couldn't get back to normal but she healed me without my realisation...I just forgot that I poured my heart out...I just forgot that I've been lonely...I just forgot my sadness... How's that even possible? I now understand why dad likes her. She turns and grips the pot cap, my vision following her action. I frown when I notice the blood stain on her knuckles. I hold arm making her to drop the lid of the pot "What happened?," My words come in adjure. She pulls her arm away instantly 'It's just blisters," she answers as she switches off the stove "Get the plates," she orders moving her head gesturing me to hurry. Placing the plates on the table I take my seat, Aiden brings the pot and keeps it between the two plates and sits opposite to me, pot filled up with noodles. Filing our plates we begin our meal in silence while I pass a glance at her at every bite. Taking a sip of water I look straight. "When did you get hurt?," The question in my head rolls down my tongue as I cannot capture a moment where she was beaten. "Maybe when I punched his hard jaw," she states dryly and continues to eat. "Doesn't it hurt?," "No," she chews on to the noodles in her mouth, after swallowing it she speaks "I'm used to it," she brushes off. "I know that woman are strong as they go through so much pain than men that we can't even imagine," she stops her actions and pays attention to me, the orbs burning my skin "You all go through allot of pain and cramps that even men can't bare but you are like..," I stop when she leans forward in interested her eyes forgetting to blink. I gulp down my saliva as I flutter my eyelids. "Like what?" she asks raising her brows amusingly...the word up in my throat doesn't slip out. "idiosyncratic," "What do you mean?," She laughs moving back "You know," she continues which makes me to focus on her forgetting my ridiculous description "You look cool when you speak like this," Did she compliment me again? I mean not again! Is she fooling me again? I stay rigid showing no excitement in my face but to be honest my inner being is dancing in joy, clearing my throat I arch my brows "I know you meant it...," "I mean it," she says before I complete my sentence with the word sarcastic...Oh My God this girl is doing something to me...