You hummed to yourself as you wiped down one of the tables in the food hall. As you were a volunteer you had to pretty much do as you were told, but you were acquainted with one of the main organisers, you did have a bit of a say in things.
“Adnan! Put some light into it!” You called at the teen who glowered at you. You were about the same age, and that put him off even more when he had to take orders from you. Growling, he rolled his sleeves up a bit more, his hood still covering most of his face.
He was one of the problem kids you’d met and unfortunately you’d been chosen as his supervisor. Which meant you had to stick with him most of the time. Sadik thought you to be a nuisance at first, but soon realised that you had no choice in the matter.
Slowly he was warming up to you, it was hard not to. He was a teenage boy after all and he couldn’t really complain when a pretty girl hung around him. In fact, at times, the two of you had really quite good conversations, mostly involving criticising someone/thing or other.
So it wasn’t like the two of you couldn’t stand each other. He just got pissed off when he had to take orders from anyone.
You stretched, wringing out the cloths and hanging them to dry. “Well we’re done for the night.” You told him, smiling. “Right.” He replied gruffly, rubbing his neck.
You glanced at him quickly, trying to catch a glimpse of his eyes whilst his hood was shifted slightly but to no avail. Sighing, you waved good-bye to him and returned to your room.
Today had been tiring and you were looking forward to a shower and reading your book in bed. SO you stripped, stepping out of your clothes and running the water.
Sadik sneezed, though the nights were getting colder he still took his routine walk around the domain to wind himself down for the night. It been a while since he’d seen you, your smile still lingering in his mind.
You were so, so nice to him. Even if that was what you had to do, it still warmed his heart. When his parents had sent him here first, he’d hated every second of it, but then you turned up and forced him to talk.
It did anger him, all he wanted was to be left alone, but you seemed to always be able to find him, no matter how obscure his hiding place was.
Now he was happy though, he felt loved. Just the fact that you didn’t just leave him behind felt like the world to him.
He passed the building where the rooms were and looked longingly at it, as if he could will you onto your balcony. Some sniggering caught his attention and he walked over curiously to see what it was about.
“Wooow, check it out, her skin is really pretty.”
“I wouldn’t have thought it, but (y/n) is really hot!”
“Told you she was a babe!”
Sadik raised his eyebrow and growled darkly. A group of about five boys were huddled around a camera, each one pressing against the other to get an optimal view. “What’s that you got there?” Towering over them, he cracked his knuckles menacingly.
The fact that his face was hidden also helped, as the group cowered beneath him. “Ju-just a bit of fun man!”
After that Sadik proceeded to beat the living hell out of them and take away their piece of ‘fun’. He glanced over the screen, blushing slightly as the frame was frozen on you wrapped in nothing but a towel, your hand outstretched towards something.
His hooded eyes widened, they’d fallen on a silvery scar that criss-crossed your wrist. He unpaused the film and you picked up a razor.
Dropping the camera to the floor he sprinted up the stairs, hoping to god that he wouldn’t be too late. His mind was coming up with all sorts of scenarios and reasons as to why you would or wouldn’t kill yourself.
I didn’t get any of those signals from her....he thought, his breath speeding up as he skidded around your corner and made it to the one he knew was your door.
“(y/n)! (y/n)! Don’t do it!” He yelled through the wood, his fists hammering against it. You started when you heard the flurry of pounding against your door. Jumping off your bed, you opened the door, seeing a frantic Sadik, his hood askew.
Instantly he hugged you, relief washing over him that you were all right. His face buried in your neck, his arms were tight around your waist as you blushed, wondering what it was all about.
“Please don’t ever scare me like that again.” He whispered, holding up your wrists for his inspection. Expecting new wounds he frowned, tilting his head to the side. “Errr, Sadik....? What are you talking about?”
For the first time he looked you straight in the eye. “I-I thought yo-you’d cut yourself... and I-I....” He trailed off, not really wanting to tell you about those punks with the video-camera.
You chuckled, though you felt exposed as you were only wearing a night-gown. “Come in.” You said, closing the door behind him.
You sat back down on your bed, rubbing your neck sheepishly. “What made you think that?” Sadik gulped, lying through his teeth. “Whe-when we- we were cleaning up earlier. Your sleeves were rolled up so...”
You nodded and laughed again nervously. “I haven’t cut myself. Not now and not ever.”
He blinked in confusion and you smiled at being able to see what he really looked like. “Then how....?”
“You know Heracles?” His expression immediately soured and he scowled, nodding. “One of his cats scratched me earlier. No big deal.”
The way his face stayed black for five seconds then turned bright red was priceless. Hiding his face in his hands he quivered in his embarrassment.
“I’m going to kill that cat bastard!”