"I'd like to see you try." She grinned sheepishly, and I realized that she wasn't completely sober.
Is she...tipsy?
"Then maybe I could join you," she said. "I want to swim too. It's been a long time since I did that."
I looked at the water and then at her again. Did she think that I was going to jump into the water? And that she would follow me afterward?
Did she think that it was a fucking beach?
Alright. She's way more than tipsy than I thought.
We stared at each other, and I was drowning. Not in the lake, though, but in her eyes. They were chocolate, nothing special.
But why couldn't I stop staring?
She laughed, spinning around, her arms wide open as she looked at the sky. "Look. It's raining," she exclaimed, her eyes filled with excitement.
It's snowing, you fool.
My heart cursed in irritation at the girl who had just bothered me. The first snowflake fell on her nose as she closed her eyes, hersmile now ear to ear, and she whirled around like some snowman in a Disney movie—I forgot his fucking name.
I thought that I'd just met the stupidest drunken girl I'd ever encountered in my life.
But at the same time, I was no longer wondering about the lake. The water.
Little did I know that after that, I would never ever wonder about it again.
My eyes were still locked on her when she stopped twirling, looking at me with confusion crossing her expression.
"So, you're not going to swim?" she asked with a cute pout on her face. "Fine, then. I'll just go." With that said, she turned on her heels, swaying as she walked off.
Weird girl. But then again, she wasn't sober, so I couldn't blame her.
I rolled my eyes, throwing my gaze back to the lake even though my mind wasn't there anymore. I snapped my head back toward the girl, who was walking slowly, the sound of her hiccups fading out.
Right. I didn't have to think about how she was going to walk alone to God knows where in her current drunken state in the middle of the night.
I could care less about her. She might indeed be crazy even if she were sober. I mean, why would a young girl walk alone unconsciously in a random country during a freezing night like this?
Judging by her accent when she'd spoken before, she was an American.
I looked away again. A few seconds of silence filled my mind before I cursed under my breath.
Shit.
I rushed to follow her.Such trouble. Did she think that she could just walk away while still disturbing my mind like this?
Such a stupid girl might only invite stupid men to do stupid things to her.
Just as I expected, a few steps ahead, two guys who werewalking down the street holding beers spotted her and looked at each other with a knowing look.
They followed her, and my jaw tightened as I quickened my pace. Before they could step farther to get close to her, I threw them a menacing glare that made them abruptly stop in their tracks.
They backed off, and only after they turned on their heels did I turn to the girl again. She hummed, swaying as she walked farther, having no idea what was happening around her.
Quietly, I resumed my steps to follow her.
She walked until she stopped in front of a building. I looked up to find what seemed to be a cheap motel. She got inside, and I pushed through the door too, still following her.
