A Little Crazy

Zendaya's POV

I'd heard the faint call of my name but I'd waved it off thinking it was my mind playing a trick on me.

Was it Tyler?

Certainly not. Tyler hated me being around him, how then would he be calling for me?

I switched off the shower, grabbed my towel and tied it around me.

My damped hair trickled some droplets of water as I walked out of the bathroom.

The bathroom was just at the right sided part of my well furnished room.

My eyes glided round the room and remarkably stumbled on Tyler Skyler.

Tyler Skyler in my room?

In his hand was my lingerie, he was sniffling them.

My feet froze, and his face bleached white.

"I'm sorry....I...I had to let myself in," he stuttered, dropping the lingerie where he had picked them.

I know Tyler could be paranoid, annoying - much more a pain in the ass. But I didn't think him to be a pervert.

Does he go around sniffling ladies' undeewear?

I thought he hated me so much that he wanted me out from his house.

"Do you need me for anything?" His eyes on me were strangely uncomfortable.

"No....I...I...I'd wanted your help."

"My help?" I asked.

That was odd, coming from him.

"I'm very sorry, I will be outside," his eyes skated down my body as he decided to wheel away.

My flesh pimpled as I watch him go. Never have I felt my privacy have been invaded. Even with Devon, he knew when to draw the line.

Maybe, he missed being with a woman.

But, he shouldn't dream of coming that close with me, I said to myself.

One thought clambered at me.

I scoffed at myself as I started to wear a different pale dress. The dresses were father's idea, they were to make me look like the farmer's girl, an innocent village girl.

Yet, my lingeries countered that.

Well, the dresses were to conceal whatever I had underneath.

Lastly, I tied my hair into a bun before I took the step outside. Turning to the other side of the building which Tyler must have taken, a glimpse of him rendered in my head.

He came all the way to my room, I wondered. That was a first step.

"Mr Skyler," I called.

He wasn't in his room.

"Mr. Skyler?" I called out loudly.

"I'm right here!" He answered when he heard my call.

I followed the sound of his voice and arrived at the green field. My eyes momentarily widened at the smile on his face.

I had never seen him smile.

His eyes sunk lower and I caught a glint of displeasure in his eyes.

"You know..," he started, clearing his throat, "if I hadn't seen you earlier on, I would think you're probably one of those nurses who decided to tread down the nunnery path." His eyes flashed at me.

My stomach tightened. He was getting curious, that was a good thing.

But not at my body, Mr Tyler Skyler. There are a lot of things to be curious about, just not at my body.

I tried a fake laugh to that, stepping beside him. "You said you needed my help."

"Yes, I did said so," he looked back at me, his dark gaze lingering.

There was something about the way his eyes stared at me. They were usually fierce, intense and demanding.

This time, they were less provocating, subtle and probing.

"I have begun to delve into your aspect of faith, Miss Suzzie." He said.

"Faith?" My face took a tweak.

I didn't understand him, was he talking about my sense of fashion?

"I'm not talking about your dress sense, Miss Meyer." He had caught me staring down at myself.

"I'm talking about the fact that you believe I can walk again. I want to bask in it. I will take up your word for it."

My stomach clenched tightly as the breeze whipped his hair around.

"Why would you take my word for it?" I pried.

"Because you're the first of your kind."

The world seem to have ended for a split second as our gazes held.

My heart began to thud, gently at first until I decided to tear my eyes away from him.

First of my kind?

I didn't need an interpretation for that.

Just because I'd been straight with him the other time, had he decided to toy with me in his head?

He continued, "with a dress like that, how well were you able to work on the farm?"

Was he teasing me?

"Really, Mr Skyler?" I laughed, pushing back the silent thoughts of what he had earlier said to me. "I roll up my skirts like this, and get about...." My hands grabbed a handful of my billowing skirts, pulled it up my thighs and rolled it into a knot.

His eyes bulged at me and at my exposed skin, then he turned his eyes sharply away. "Are you usually like this, Miss. Meyer, so carefree and a little crazy?"

I laughed. This time, it was real. We were making a conversation without him feeling irritated at me, and wanting me out from his space.

"You city people are damn too serious sometimes. While on the farm back home, we work with our body and mind. It makes me carefree. Are there things you really want to do despite feeling left out?" I asked him.

I was being careful. I didn't want to spin the switch in him.

I liked the way we were making a headway.

"Things I really want to do?" He repeated.

"Yes. Just five things, let's start with that." I put in.

His lips parted slightly. It was as if some words would slip out from his mouth without his knowledge while he was lost in thoughts.

"Yes. There are things I really want to do."

"Then, you can write them down and give it to me whenever you feel like it." I said.

"Why can't we start now?" His eyes sparkled, I have never seen them so alive.

"Now?"

"Infact, there's something I want you to see. Come with me."