Bab 13: chapter 12
Abbie's POV
"I can't believe she just hang up on me."
I bring the noodles to the table and Brandon sits up. I switch on the tv and we watch some not so interesting shows.
"Your guy really was pissed off." He laughs his swollen face off and I can't help but feel sorry for him.
"Hey," I look at him, placing my hand on his thigh. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay homegirl. Don't worry about me. You should worry about him though." He moans slightly at his pain as he gets up still holding ice against his face.
He couldn't leave for class in his condition so I stay back to make him lemonade.
I can't get Sally off my mind. Why was he like this, does it mean he is interested in me? But all he does is make me cry. At one time he's calling me a slut and the next he is defending me. Why are you even considering him a possibility? I thought you didn't like him Abbie. Of course I don't like him. Then why are you even thinking about him in the first place? I push those rambles away and focus.
"Here." I hand him the lemonade and sit beside him.
"You know you don't have to do this right?" He says as he picks the glass of lemonade from my hands.
"I know." I ignore his worried face and, dying to cheer him and me up, i pick up the pads and start off the game. He wins most of the rounds and I'm disappointed, I mean, not after I make a major win and let down the pad like they do while watching football and raise my legs in celebration. Wait I thought I said I'm not doing that anymore. Well, we'll try some other day. I smile over the thought and look at him frown at me.
"I let you win that you know."
"You wish. Shut up." I laugh.
"Show me your hand." He says turning on the couch to look at me.
"What?"
"Show me your hand." I let out both my hands and extend them to him.
"Your boyfriend will be the worst so better not get one." He laughs out loud.
"Whaaat!!" I laugh and hit him with a pillow. "Don't say that to me. I've had like the worst dating experience!" I say and he looks at me worried.
"I'm sorry, I was... What happened?"
I roll my eyes at him and ignore his question. He certainly doesn't want to hear about some ex that had a kid and didn't tell me yet still dumped me after declaring how much of a child I was. I grin at my stupid past.
"You wanna have a real drink homegirl? From a real club?"
"No, no I'm... Atleast nurse your swollen face before you get it punched again. I need to go to my room, Prudy just texted." I lie to avoid the real drink idea. I was sure it was not going to end well. He smiles at me knowingly and gets up to walk me out. It was great that this guy of everyone I know in UCLA, doesn't own a car. Counting Prudy out of course.
"You know I'm sure it's not going to be as bad..."
"Randy, stooop. I'm not going to a club and that's it." He laughs slightly and shakes his head probably in disapproval. I flush at the idea of being in a club and watching people do stuff I'm not sure I wanna do, right in front of me and my company. He doesn't walk me so far before he lets me alone and I make my way back.
I had not noticed the beauty in the school. I had not paid much attention to it anyway. There are flowers. Lilys and red,white roses. I squat just where they are planted and feel them in my hands.
"Abigail!" I am taken aback to hear the comanding tone and I turn. Sally is in his usual black jeans and light plain v T-shirt, this time, just missing his leather jarket. I realise I'm staring and turn away to walk away from him. He holds my hand and I jerk it fast.
"Don't touch me you psycho." I increase my pace to get away from him.
"I was gonna tell you that your trouser is stained." He catches up with me and whispers to my ears.
Stained?
Oh my God. Is it that time of the month again? I turn to look at him and he smirks. Of course he is happy to see me humiliated. I stand still, not knowing what to do and before I know it, he is carrying me bridal style in his arms and I stare at him looking straight to his eyes. He looks down at me, no emotion showing.
Damn he really is cute. Who knew blue eyes would complement his hair so well? His eyebrows are full. Who created this boy!
"You wanna say something?"
"Uuh?" I'm lost of words as reality hits back. He is carrying me around school. You cannot even begin to imagine how embarrassing that is. "Put me down."
"I could, but my shirt is stained too, thanks to you. We don't want to get us both embarrassed now do we?" I look away from him but slip almost falling and I hold myself up by his shoulders. He did that intentionally didn't he? "You are bitting your lip Abigail." He smirks.
I didn't even realise I was doing that. Being around him just makes me feel more embarrassed than I should in a one week scale. I look the other side and he releases me slightly -again- and i jerk myself up holding to his shoulders.
"Will you stop doing that?"
"Are you asking or telling me." God he's so full of himself.
"Please?" I say my teeth closely clenched. The word seems foreign coming out of my mouth to say to Sally. A few days ago, I didn't even know his name and now he's carrying me around school. He grins and let's me down. I look at him feeling angry, was he going to make me beg then put me down? "What now! I said please didn't I?"
"Make it a habit not to get angry everytime won't you baby?"
My cheeks flush at the name 'baby' and I turn away. I hadn't even realised we were in the school's parking lot. He opens a red bugatti and I almost yelp at the view. Does UCLA only admit rich kids?
"You will cause a scene if you stand there in stained blue jeans and gazing at my car with an open mouth. You can admire it once we get you sorted... Mmh?" I recover fast and sit.
Well I have never been in this kind of car so I have no idea how the doors close. I sit and gaze waiting for him to realise that I had no idea how this thing operates. Of course he doesn't miss hus cue. He laughs slightly to himself probably to intimidate me and presses a button somewhere around where the stereo and navigation maps were and the doors close. Why is everything difficult with this guy. I lean to the window not interested in any kind of conversation. I knew this british dude will end up insulting me and I might have to walk back in stained blue jeans.
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