Capítulo 7: You are so desperate
Claire stared at him, hiding her smile and that caused her to look so cute. He just studied her and soon found it weird that he was having thoughts about her as he laid his eyes on her comfortably.
"How old am I?" She asked, looking cuter with the way she expressed herself and how her face appeared in his eyes. Wait, was he actually admiring her now? She was so stubborn and too brave and the best word to explain who was to him was 'Annoying' she was a pain he wanted to get rid of just like other pain that he takes painkillers for but turned out this type of pain was more of a scar.
"I asked you, you were being disrespectful to curse me, that was so... rude of you, so beautiful but stupid." Now he used his unfriendly words on her.
Claire's expression spoiled when she heard him call her stupid. "Why will you say I'm stupid?" She hit his leg.
"Ow! You are stupid!" It pained him so much that he yelled at her.
"What about...you?" She pouted her mouth and widened her eyes. "You are stupid and stupid and I just can't help liking a fool like you!" Claire expressed her anger and stood up immediately because it was suffocating arguing with him. She went straight to the window and drew the curtain to one side before clicking the window open. All she did was show him a tattoo but she should have understood that he didn't remember her. However, she couldn't always cooperate with that fact.
After glaring at him for some seconds, trying not to understand him, she turned to the window and stare at the view before her.
Why he felt alone the moment she stood up was unknown to him, Corey just stared into space thinking about what just happened.
What was supposed to be on his mind was how he was going to keep living with Claire and how he was going to make his parents suffer and bless his uncle for being the best person in his life but his mind was occupied by the girl standing far from his side and staring through the window.
It started with the tattoo stuff so he pushed back and placed his legs on the ground to see what she brought as dinner.
Claire had one eye watching him. So the moment he picked up the bag, she cleared her throat, "I brought it here, since you don't like the tattoo, you shouldn't like the food either."
"You shouldn't have drawn any tattoo on you, I don't like tattoos," he said to himself before thinking it through, does Donald have one? But then he remembered he was playing amnesia.
"I just..." She didn't think if he'd like it or not, she just went ahead.
"And is this the way you are, forcing yourself on people?" He made the situation worse and she glared at him.
"I get it!" She exclaimed. "You don't like me, I know but you shouldn't rub it on my face all the time!!" Her eyes went fiercer and what did he see? Tears?
Claire looked through the window to hide her tears, those that fell from her eyes were wiped off by her index finger. "I like you still but one day will come...if you don't treasure my feelings for you, a day will come when you'll regret it," she sounded like a fortune teller all of a sudden.
Corey scoffed and with gritted teeth uttered, "you aren't the one to tell me that, and I never mentioned that I don't like you, as long as you aren't on the 'my hate' list, then you are on my good side. Be thankful."
"Jerk," was her utterance when she heard his statement. He didn't hate her meant she could win his stupid heart that she liked.
"What should I call you if you curse a man older than you?"
"How sure are you that you are older?" Her eyes were on him with her arms crossed below her burst.
"Well, 100% sure," he smiled sincerely in front of her for the first time. "Sit," he patted the space next to him on the bed. "Telling you to sit doesn't mean that we are friends or whatever you feel we are, you are just someone I want to talk to," his statement could make her decline but she went to sit with him still.
Donald's eyes traced her until she had her butt settled on the bed, she didn't weigh much because the bed didn't press down so much when she sat.
"Tell me your age, don't take advantage of the fact that I don't remember anything. You'll be my...wife...soon and I need to know you." Nodding, he glanced her way and looked at the bag.
"I'm twenty-four, you celebrated my birthday with me. I was born in January," she looked his way.
Donald nodded his head. "Then I'm three years older," he smiled. "You should respect me and don't push me to use strong words on you, I won't stop once I get started."
"Because you care," Claire teased him.
"Care?" Donald looked into space."I don't remember the last time I cared for someone and yes..." He scratched the skin below his nose with his index finger, nodding his head. "...I guess I'm caring for you that's why I said you shouldn't test me."
"C'mon, you are not that bad," she pushed herself to sit so close to him.
"I'll break your heart and make you go crazy, I mean mental."
Claire looked at him and pushed her face closer, "and I'll make you like me," she placed her hand on his chin and shook his face. "Donald..." She called and look at him after staring at his lips. "... when last did you have sex? Was it good?" Her question shocked him.
"You are so desperate," he shook her off him.
"I'm horny," she corrected. "Because of you," she pushed back and lay on the bed.
Looking at her figure, she looked small with her waist looking smaller. "What? Are you suddenly tired of me?"
"What? Tired of you? That can never happen, I've always liked you and only you, I do flirt but I always have you in my mind and now that we are getting married, I should flirt with you so answer my question, when last...oh, you don't... remember. Fvck!" She cursed.
"Fvck?"
"Fvck," she pronounced again and giggled.
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