158 Stare (1/2)

”Only for this idiot you mean. I would have long since turned around and stared straight at you,” Ryder shrugged.

”Oml shut up, you can't be thinking like that in a situation like this! Do you not have a single filter???” Antonin scolded, ”I swear only you would be thinking of doing that.”

Ryder shrugged. ”Me and most other men out there, you're one of the tiny percentages of men who would literally be on the ground begging for forgiveness simply because he accidentally turned around and took a look at someone who was undressed. And it wasn't even like you looked on purpose or that you looked long enough to see literally anything,” Ryder rolled his eyes, ”admit it, you just like apologizing.”

”At least I know when it's needed,” Antonin snapped at Ryder. ”Instead of just going around going things that aren't acceptable and mindlessly committing actions that deserve apologies and not giving them at all.”

”Yea, yea,” Ryder rolled his eyes at Antonin. ”Sure Mr. Gentleman.”

Antonin sighed. ”Please don't listen to him Regan, what we did was unsighl-”

”What WE did? Don't drag me into this,” Ryder snapped.

”I meant, what I did was unsightly,” Antonin chuckled nervously.

Regan stared at Antonin for a moment before laughing. She turned around and quickly closed the bathroom door. She didn't need him to see the mess on the ground.

”Stay there all you want then, who am to tell you what to do, after all?” Regan grinned, her lips quivering a bit. She made her way to her wardrobe and pulled open its door, staring at the clothes inside. She picked out a shirt and pants. It didn't matter what she chose afterall, they all looked the same.

She pulled the shirt off its hanger and was about to put it on when she reached inside her wardrobe and grabbed a bra. Then she put it on and pulled the shirt over her head. She reached into her wardrobe for underwear and put that on before slipping on her baggy pants. It was warm. She smiled.

”You can look up now,” she chuckled, turning to Antonin.

”Are you sure?” Antonin asked. ”I'd hate to turn around and you wouldn't be”

”Omg turn around! The lady said turn the fuck around!” Ryder scolded, pulling himself off the ground and looking at Regan. ”See, absolutely nothing is wrong with her-”

He went silent when his eyes observed her. A blush spread over his face.

”Oh.. she does.. Why are you-” Antonin asked, his eyes looking up at Regan. His words shut immediately as he laid eyes on her.

Regan looked at them for a moment, annoyance showing on her face as she approached them. ”What is it? You're looking at me like I have some plague…” she muttered, walking towards Antonin and stopping in front of him. Her eyebrow raised, ”Is there something on my face?”

Regan's eyes glowed in fear for a moment as her hands reached up to her face, quickly touching it to feel for any scars. Her hands trembled. 'I can't feel anything… WHY CAN'T I FEEL ANYTHING?!'

Panic rose to her throat as her heart thumped harder. ”What is it..?” her voice trembled.

Ryder turned to her, blushing a bit when his eyes locked with hers. Regan trembled in fear. ”He's just trying to say that… you look nice.”

Regan's legs gave out and she fell to the ground, her heart falling to the ground with her. She let out a shaky breath as she looked up at him. ”What..?”

Ryder bent down immediately, reaching for her shoulders and grabbing them quickly. ”Are you ok? Why did you fall? Do you feel uncomfortable? Unwell? Are you sick?” he asked, his pupils shaking in concern. ”What happened?”

Regan brushed off his hands. Looking up to him with strong eyes. ”I asked, what?”

Ryder flinched, electricity running through him when he locked eyes with her. He sucked in his breath. ”H-he meant to say that you looked cute…” he muttered again, his eyes looking away from her. ”The way you looked with the oversized shirt... And pants… you looked cute.”

Regan's shoulders fell and a deep sigh floated out of her mouth. ”Ah…” she muttered, as her body fell backward.

Ryder immediately leaned forward and caught her before her head hit the ground. ”Seriously, what is it?! You keep scaring me when you give out like that!”

Regan chuckled lightly, her voice wavering a bit. ”Nothing... I just feel a little bit weak that is, maybe I'm too hungry,” she replied, her voice lighter than before. ”Don't worry about it, I'm fine.”