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Chapitre 5: MY IRRITATION

Rᴇʙᴇᴋᴀʜ'ᴤ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴠɪᴇᴡ:

He smiles.

"I'm sorry for my behavior. I didn't know it was you— but at least I gave you a ride home," he purposely says.

"obviously," I roll my eyes

"Wow really?" she looks at me.

"Yeah…" I unwillingly answer, "he did,"

Though I don't mention the part where: he left me with no choice.

I've never seen her so happy, feels like I'm getting married.

"Please sit down," she offers, "I'll bring some cookies for you,"

Jordan walks to sit on the sofa.

"Go and sit with him," she says

"I-I have homework," I attempt to walk past her to the staircase behind the sofa Jordan's sitting on, watching the TV on my right.

"Come on," she forces me

"Fine," I drag my feet and sit on the opposite end leaving some space between us. My mom walks to the kitchen opposite me on the right.

He tilts his head to the side and stares at me with a mischievous look—for a second, then he moves closer to me filling in the space between us. I exhale with Irritation.

"Am I not that fun to be around?" he sits back with his right arm resting on the couch back.

"You have no idea," I say, resting my arm on the couch arm. Just to move away from the touch of his behind me. He laughs, I ignore him.

My mom walks to us with a plate of homemade cookies, and a warm smile.

"Thank you," he says

"Thanks," I slight smile

"Enjoy…" she walks away but stops at the sound of a knock on the door. She walks past me and heads to the back.

I'm guessing it's Jordan's Mom—who else could it be?

I turn to look at the door behind us, and our eyes meet. I didn't know he was glancing at me.

"you are too boring, you know," he says

"You can go home if you want; I'm not begging you to be here," I say to him,

"oh but then who's going to be here to touch you?" he leans closer; resting his hand on the sit. "and make your body respond the way it does with me," he looks down at my lips. I wish I could disappear into the couch right now.

"Hello…" says a women's voice behind us, I inhale looking at the full figure woman dressed in a dark blue jean and a printed black top—Perfect timing.

"Hello," I smile— a bit shy.

Jordan's Mom has light brown eyes just like him.

"oh," she proudly smiles at both of us. "I see you guys are getting along already" Jordan gets up.

"we're getting along great, she was actually telling me about something she wanted to tell me in private—upstairs" Jordan says while getting up, as if he knows what he is talking about.

"No, I didn't" I try to keep my cool asslowly get up and he walks to our parents.

"Did you perhaps change your mind? I really wanted to hear it," he turns to me.

"Hear what!?" I ask with anger and confusion at the same time.

"Okay you too. You can go upstairs and sort out whatever this is," my mom says

"Mom!" I shout with my jaw slacking, "that won't be necessary," I cross my arm over my chest

"No-no, it's okay—you can go up," my Mom insists, I look at him and wonder.

"alone in one room with him?" I exhale

"I don-"

"thank you Miss Stevenson," he grabs my hand and guides me to the staircase on the other side of the dining room, opposite the TV stand.

"They are so cute" says his mom behind us. This is not normal.

I walk up the stairs, while he follows behind me. We get in the room and I turn to look at him as he closes the door—and locks it. He turns around, and slowly makes his way to me.

"What…are you doing?" I ask with fear as I slowly move backwards.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Don't you dare touch me!" I warn as I walk past my dressing table.

"Are you sure? Coz deep down you're saying otherwise," he says, and my back touches the wall.

"What is your problem?" I question as he pins me against the wall, opposite the window.

"My problem is that: I would break a rule…just to prove a point,"

"what?" I ask in confusion

"Never mind, let's finish what we started earlier, you know…before your mom interrupted us," he smirks

I feel him place his warm hand on my hip. I gasp.

"Please stop it," I beg, "you don't even know me, why would you…"

"But I do," he says

"You've only known me for a few hours,"

He ignores, and his lips touch mine. I immediately push him away but not even a single muscle moves, it's like I didn't do anything to him at all.

"You know, I like-" he turns his head to the window as thunder strikes outside, and the weather suddenly changes.

He removes hand from the wall and walks to the window. I can see anger from the side of his face as his lips tightly shut, his nostrils flare and his eyes squint slightly.

"what could be making him angry" I try to walk to the window to see what's happening.

"Stay where you are! " he commands while looking at me from the side of his face, "turn around and don't look,"

Next thing I know, he is climbing out the window,

"what are you doing?" I ask him with concern, but he does not answer. I look away, and let him do whatever it is he is doing.

Thereafter, the lightning stops and the cumulonimbus clouds disappear. I quickly run to look out of the window, but there's no one there.

"he's gone? Why would he just leave? What am I going to tell his Mom? This is so messed up…Is he okay?"

My heart is startled by the knocking on my bedroom door. I slowly to open it.

"mom," I say, looking at her and Jordan's mom. She holds my left hand with her arm.

"are you okay?" my Mom inquires with a worried look on her face.

"I'm fine," I respond, " did you guys also notice the thunder that struck outside?"

"Yes," his mom nods, " it's so strange how quickly it stopped,"

"very strange," I say to her in thought, while my mom looks around my room.

"where's Jordan?" she my mom questions

"Think fast, I can't tell them he went out of the window while the thunder was striking outside, how will his mom react? He probably got struck my lightning (okay maybe not, that'd be awful),"

"He said he uh…he uh…wanted to like um… go see his friend somewhere, that's why he asked you guys if we could…come up here," I explain to them and they both look at each other and back at me, "so that he uh…wouldn't have to explain anything to you,"

"Oh, that's so rude," his mom gets a little furious

"so he lied about you wanting to tell him something?" she asks

"Yeah," I confirm with an innocent nod, "but I forgive him,"

" I have to get going, I must teach that boy a lesson" his mom says.

"Well, good for me," I smile deep down.

"You should stay for dinner," my mom offers, " the food is too much for two people," she reasons

"I'm so sorry Anah," his mom apologizes "I really have to check if Jordan is home, I need to talk to him," she insists

"Okay then, let me escort you," my mom smiles

"But I promise to take you guys out for lunch sometime, just to make it up to you,"

"It's okay Amber, he's just a boy being a boy,"

She escorts her outside and while I stand by the door, they talk for a minute in the middle of our small tiled yard.

After some minutes, they hug each other and Miss Amber walks out of the small gate to her car. She waves at us with a smile, we wave back as she enters her car, and leaves.

my mom and I return inside the house.

"Let me go check on the food," she walks into the kitchen while I close the door.

"Mom?..." I follow her

"What is it sweetie?" she asks while stirring the meat in the pot.

"I want to talk to you about something," I say

"Is this about what happened with Jordan because-"

"no mom, it's about..." I take a deep breath, "it's about you allowing Jordan to be alone with me IN A ROOM," I emphasize. She puts the lid back on the pot and turns to me. I take a sit on the chair at the dining table. "I know you want me to start seeing people but—that was just unnecessary, even if you know his parents. Who knows what he would've done to me"

"Rebekah, I'm sorry," she apologizes, " I didn't mean to push you into anything,"

"It's okay,"

"It's just that…Jordan is a good boy, and I thought he'd be great for you," she reasons

"if only you knew.."

"When I told his mom about you, she liked you right away and we decided that you guys should meet and probably end up together," explains the woman who always told me: books before boys…and now she's forcing me to some guy whose mom she just met like a week ago.

"I'll find love mom," I assure her, "in my own time, and maybe I won't have to; maybe it will find me instead. I'm only turning 21 not 40"

She smiles at me and gives me a hug

"I still think you should give Jordan a chance" she insists

" Okay, mom I'll see," I say— just to make her happy.

After talking with my mom, she tells me to go take a sit on the chair while she dishes up some food for us.

The roasted chicken with vegetables and roasted potatoes look mouth-watering, life is not easy when you're a food lover but still want to stay slim. I attend the gym three times a week but I don't have a proper schedule though, I go whenever I feel like going I just have to make I go there three times a week. Sadly today I did not go because of that idiot, Jordan.

***

R͠E͠B͠E͠K͠A͠H͠'S͠ H͠O͠U͠S͠E͠

Tʜᴇ ɢᴜʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ'ᴤ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴠɪᴇᴡ:

I waited until she fell asleep and entered her room through the window. Although it was closed, I have my ways.

Looking where she is sleeping, memories start to come back. I take more steps closer to her to see her beautiful face. I half-kneel on the side of where she is resting, I rest my one hand on her bed and the other I gently place it on her cheek, caressing it with my thumb.

"what a beautiful woman you have grown to be, Harmony. I would love to sit here and watch you sleep the whole night sadly, I have to go. Don't fall for my brother's tricks. Would you actually fall for him?..." I exhale. I rise up and leave her room. What I'm most afraid of, is not being able to stay away from her.


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Chapitre 6: SETH

Rᴇʙᴇᴋᴀʜ's ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴠɪᴇᴡ:

I wake up today feeling so relaxed. I can't believe I finally in peace last night, maybe mom was right—it was nothing.

I get up; open my curtains to check the weather outside ( I don't usually watch the weather).

I walk out of my room to take a shower, after that get my clothes from the closet.

I grab a black and white two-piece dress out of the closet and put it on, it looks like it's going to be sunny. I think. I put on my black sandals decorated with diamonds, my golden stud earrings and my hair tied in a loose, low ponytail.

I make my way downstairs to the kitchen, but my mom is not here. I guess she already left. I look down on the dinner table and spot a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and guava fruit juice.

"What would I do without her?"

***

10 minutes of walking and I'm at the corner of my school, I guess I won't be seeing Jordan today. I don't even know why I feel disappointed; I wanted him to leave me alone after all.

I get inside the, all my friends are already here.

Micah continuously smiles at me as I approach them, it's unusual.

"What is she up to?"

"So?..." she starts

"Guess I'm going to find out…"

"What's his name?"

"Don't start," I roll my eyes, and Micah starts laughing

"I'm just messing with you. Did he actually follow you to school?"

"Yep, crazy day," I say as I take a sit next to her

"Did you see him yesterday?" Sera inquires

"Uh…"

"I'm not a good liar, but…,"

"no," I respond

"That's good, I was worried he could be a kidnapper," Sera says

"Yeah," Micah agrees

"Don't worry he is not- I mean he is probably not." I act like we didn't almost kiss last night.

"Did you guys do lots of work yesterday," Micah asks

"not really," Sera says

***

G͜͡U͜͡A͜͡N͜͡, E͜͡L͜͡P͜͡H͜͡I͜͡A͜͡, M͜͡E͜͡L͜͡D͜͡A͜͡

E͠L͠P͠H͠I͠A͠ S͠C͠H͠O͠O͠L͠ F͠O͠R͠ A͠L͠L͠

Lɪᴀᴍ's ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴠɪᴇᴡ:

I'm standing in my room looking out the window. 15 years later and my feelings for you haven't changed. I can't believe I finally got to see you…and feel your soft, smooth brown skin in my hands.

I'm back at school, but I can't concentrate. I want you here with me, Harmony. I also don't think Max is coming back anytime soon. I had a big argument with him last night (well…more like a fight, I mean literally). I can't believe he would go after the only woman I love. My own brother! Could we actually be in love with the same person?

I try to understand him and how this all started. What did I do wrong? I love my brother, I love having a younger brother. I wish one day we could be just as close as other brothers out there.

***

C͜͡O͜͡L͜͡U͜͡M͜͡B͜͡U͜͡S͜͡, O͜͡H͜͡I͜͡O͜͡, E͜͡A͜͡R͜͡T͜͡H͜͡

R͠I͠E͠R͠V͠I͠E͠W͠ U͠N͠I͠V͠E͠R͠S͠I͠T͠Y͠

Rᴇʙᴇᴋᴀʜ's ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴠɪᴇᴡ:

Just doing our usual walk to the cafeteria.

"The human mind is so fascinating," Sera says

"I know right," Micah responds

"So like…do you guys ever hear voices in your head?…" I stop to see their reaction. "or something like that?"

"No…" Micah says, looking puzzled.

"Me too, I've never. Why do you ask? " Sera asks

"The day before yesterday, I heard a voice in my room,"

"Voices?... What kind of voices?" Sera asks with eagerness to know.

"It sound like a female of like…our age, she said her name is Melody and she kept on calling someone named Harmony," I explain to them and they walker slower, looking at each other with concern. They look back at me.

"Wow, maybe you have superpowers" Micah says

"Seriously, Micah", I wryly look at her

"maybe your brain was remembering things from your singing class," Sera suggests, "isn't harmony a type of singing or something? "

Micah looks at her and back to me.

"Well...I guess maybe you are right," I look at both of them with wonder, "or maybe I had a twin I didn't know about,"

The all laugh.

"It probably won't happen again" Micah says with an amused smile.

"I hope so,"

***

3 classes later, it is finally home time. My friends have left and I'm at the school's library to return the book I took. I head to the librarian behind the service desk and hand her the book.

"Are you taking another book?" asks the lady behind the counter.

"no," I respond

"Okay... Here you go" she hands me my library card and I smile.

" Thank you,"

I walk out of the library and head home.

I take out my airpodes and play a song called: Love will find a way, by: The melody. A beautiful, elegant, light and hopeful beat.

I'm not even halfway home and it has already started drizzling.

"Well, at least it's not pouring,"

But the weather immediately breaks, and it starts raining cats and dogs.

" I shouldn't have said it," I exhale. Something about this change of weather just doesn't seem normal.

I begin to walk faster, wrapping my arms around me. That's when I hear footsteps behind me and next thing I know, there's an umbrella above my head.

I turn around to see who it is and my eyes widen, my eyebrows rise and my lips part as I stare at this handsome, breathtaking guy in front of me—without blinking. The song is on chorus, it goes so well with the image Infront of me, like in the movies.

He has this shiny medium-length, straight, brown hair. Wearing a white, oversized, pocket long t-shirt with a yellow lightning graffiti on it. Black leather jacket and white me torn jeans, all the things a bad(naughty) guy would wear. The fragrance coming from him is intoxicating.

I can see his lips move and his hand wave at me, but I barely hear him speaking, maybe because of the music, or I am just lost in his ocean blue eyes. Can't get out, it's like I'm trapped.

That's when I feel his hand pat my shoulder. I startle and immediately remove the earphones.

"Sorry" I awkwardly smile

"Are you okay?" he generously asks

"Yeah," I nod. "Thank you,"

"Can I give you my jacket? " he offers.

I take a moment to think about—while he scan me.

"Taking a jacket from a stranger?" I think to myself, "this is the second time now, what if I'm not so lucky this time?" I look at him. "But he doesn't look like that type of person, just this time. I promise this is the last time."

"If you don't mind," I say and she smiles with amusement

"Of course I don't," he says. "Here," he hands me the umbrella to hold and removed his jacket. He has breathtaking arm muscles, I feel like touching them. I look closer at the white patterns halfway down his upper arm, it looks so unique, artistic and traditional.

"Is that a tattoo?" I ask and he looks where my eyes are focused. I throw my earphones in my backpack that's hanging from my shoulder

"No," he shakes his head with a smile. "it's a birth mark," he hands me the jacket and takes back the umbrella.

"So you were like…born with it?" I clarify

"Yeah," he confirms

"Your joking," I put on the jacket

"Nope, it's not a tattoo or paint. It's something that's unique about everyone. It can never come off—it's part of me,"

Sounds relatable.

"Wow," I admire, "Are you sure?"

He chuckles.

"Come on," he signals me to proceed forward

"So, where were you headed?" I question

"Well I uhm…I was you know, exploring the neighborhood,"

"Oh," I smile. "That's nice,"

"Yeah, that's when I saw you,"

"And came to save the damsel in distress?" I grin with amusement

"I just couldn't watch you get washed and…I grew up in a place where woman are highly respected, young or small, old or tall,"

"Where is this place? I'd love to see it; It sounds too good to be true,"

"It is true, it's real," he claims, "maybe I could take you there someday,"

"Yeah…someday," I smile. "What's your name?"

"uh…my name?..." He searches

"Yeah,"I confirm with a nod

"It's…Seth,"

"Oh, Seth. I'm Rebekah," I introduce myself

"Nice meeting you, Rebekah,"

"You too," I smile

Seth's point of view:

Man, how beautiful she looks. Her dark brown eyes look so magical through those long, curved lashes, on those almond eyes. She has a stunning hourglass figure, and the outfit she's wearing suits her so perfectly as if they sewed it on her body. Incredible.

How does such beauty exist on one body?

And those lips…they are so tempting. She is tempting. Everything about her is tempting. Her lips look vulnerable, they call out to me. I don't know what hormones she releases inside me every time I see her. She makes me imagine and think of things I would never tell her.

She's beautiful…she's forbidden.

Rebekah's pov

"This way," I direct him to the small gate after minutes of walking. Finally home. I open the gate, we enter, and he closes it as I wait under the shelter of the umbrella with him. We Slowly walk to the entrance.

"So, this is me," I say

"It was really interesting walking with you, the conversations never end," he says and I softly laugh, in the middle of that, my hair tie falls off and my hair loosens. I turn around to find him picking it up on the went grass ground.

"Thanks," I smile as he hands it to me. "Let's walk back to my school and come back," I joke and he laughs

"What?..."

"Yeah," I grin with amusement. "then we will have more time,"

He chuckles. We stop outside the door.

"Well, that was nice," I look up at him. "Thank you,"

"No problem," he says and I take my bag and try to take off the jacket

"You can keep the jacket, I'll take it next time,"

"Are you sure?" I ask with uncertainty

"Yeah, I'll see you around," he says

"Bye" I wave

"Did he leave this jacket with me as a trap to see me again?" I smile in wonder, looking at him as he walks way to the small gate. I then take the keys out, enter the house and close the door.

"I hope he goes home safely and I hope to see him soon," I smile to myself as I run upstairs to change my clothes. I enter through the wide opened door.

My eyes immediately spot the guy sitting on my bed looking out the window. I gasp and freeze with one foot in front and the other slightly lift from the back. I think of screaming but before I can, my attention lands on his messy undercut.

"This must be Jordan!" I think to myself and the guy turns around to look at me.

"Jordan!" I say with an irritated look on my face, I look at my window and it's open.

"he must have gotten in through there, but how did he climb up here?"

"How did you get in here?!" I demand, "I don't like people coming into my room uninvited,"

He looks at me and his face shows no interest to any of the words coming out of my mouth. He stares back at the window. His lips shut.

"Who was that guy?!" he demands with a straight face

"Answer my question first,"

He storms up from the bed and walks towards me. With his right hand, he holds my chin with his fingers lifting my head up a little. His thumb and index finger on opposite sides and his middle finger under my chin.

"who-was-that?" he inquires

"He..."

"I'm alone in the house, I have to play cool, who knows what he could do to me?"

Fear covers me

"What?" he urges

"He helped me with an umbrella…and jacket" I say in an unsteady tone.

He takes his hand off my chin and stares at me for a minute before putting his hands on my shoulders; and making me sit on the bed. He then leans forward resting his hands on each side of the bed, he leaves me stuck in the middle. And stares at me.

"I don't like the clothes your wearing," he comments, " you'd look better in mine"

A smirk forms on his face, and his brown eyes looking right into mine

I scan him. There's so much about him that's similar to Seth.

He leans closer to the side of my face.

"I will see you tomorrow" he whispers in my ears words with seduction. He moves back and gets his hands off the bed. When he finally walks to the window; my heartbeat finally goes back to normal. Before climbing out, he turns his head and looks at me from the side.

"What now?..." I fear. But he ends up saying nothing, and leaves.

I stay seated on my bed for a while; thinking about what just happened before leaving my phone on the bed and making my way downstairs to make something to eat.

As I am busy making my sandwich, thoughts and images of Seth fill my virgin mind. I happily sigh. For a person who dresses like a bad guy he sure does not act like one—which makes me fall in love with him even more. He is not just attractive, manly and stunning, but he's also caring, friendly, kind and comfortable to be around. He gives me that naughty and good guy vibes. Too good to be true.

I take my plays of sandwich and walk sit at the dinner table.

Have you ever thought about someone to the point where you can't eat, you just feel stuffed? I think I'm going crazy.

"Watching movies always helps me forget things," I think

I don't want to get distracted by a guy that probably does not feel the same way about me.

I keep the sandwich in the microwave and make my way to the living room. I turn on the television and change the channel to my favourite medical TV show. I then lounge on the couch, by the way it's raining outside, I don't think I'll go to the singing class today. I'm kind of a lazy person.

***

G͜͡U͜͡A͜͡N͜͡, E͜͡L͜͡P͜͡H͜͡I͜͡A͜͡, M͜͡E͜͡L͜͡D͜͡A͜͡

E͠L͠P͠H͠I͠A͠ S͠C͠H͠O͠O͠L͠ F͠O͠R͠ A͠L͠L͠

Lɪᴀᴍ's ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴠɪᴇᴡ:

Just doing some extra training alone in the mini hall, I love to keep up with my trainings and get stronger.

But this woman is still driving me crazy. I just wonder if things will ever be the same again. Will we ever be that close again? Like the way we were— 15 years ago. Because For her I'd risk my life, my kingdom, my parents.

"Everything," I throw myself on the bench.

"Soon I'll have to find a wife, I want it to be her, the future queen of Alanza. But my father…" I exhale.

I have so much to do before this can happen, but what? And still, what if she doesn't feel the same way? I can't force her. It's what I want, but maybe not what she wants—maybe.

Rebekah's point of view:

I have already eaten the green salad filled with chunks of hard-boiled eggs and chunks of meat and cheese I made, served with a dinner roll, just kept mom's one in the microwave.

As I'm busy watching dermatologists help a woman with a severe pimple condition, I hear knocking at the door.

"Coming," I rise and walk to the door.

"Who is it!?"

"Rebekah!" My mom calls from outside

"Oh," I hurry to open for her. The weather outside is not so bad. She gets in and I help her with the groceries she is holding to the kitchen, while she goes to her room down the corridor.

I warm her food in the microwave and after 3 minutes she walks into the kitchen.

" How was work?" I ask

"I was so tiring," she says with exhaustion, "I also worked extra hours because there's something I want buy," she takes a sit on the chair

"Oh, what are you buying?" I excitedly ask with eagerness.

"You will see," she says, "have you already cooked dinner?"

"Yes and I already ate but I kept yours in the microwave," I respond, "It just finished warming," I open and microwave and take out the glass container.

"Oh thanks sweetie," she smiles as I place the container where the plate of dinner roll is, "what would I do without you?"

"Nothing," I respond and we both laugh."I'm going upstairs,"

"Okay, goodnight sweetie,"

"goodnight mom" I give her a quick hug and make my way to the staircase.

"And don't worry about the dishes, I'll do them!" she says

"Okay!" I walk up the stairs.

When I get in my room I take my phone and chat to Micah and Sera for the next one hour before falling asleep with the phone on my chest.


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