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.
Abbie's POV
I'm lost in thought. I've not been down this road during the day so I've not been able to see around so well. There's so much in UCLA that I've yet to learn. I'm driven out of my thoughts by Sally halting suddenly and we stop. I don't see any distractions or anything that could have suggested emergency breaks _that is what we called them when I was little, I've never been interested in motors anyway_ so it was so intentional.
"Jesus! I've had enough heart attacks to last me a lifetime!" I yell.
"You've had heart attacks?" Of course he knew what I meant, he was just being impossible.
"No, it's English!" I snap and look outside. He doesn't ignite so I look back at him.
"The next time I'm talking to you, be nice enough to answer back. Mmh, maybe we can avoid more heart attacks in this lifetime." He says, sarcasm evident on his face and voice and I roll my eyes at him. "You don't roll your eyes at me Abigail."
"God! Okay. Drive!" I really didn't have the energy to argue with him. I see him smile victoriously and ignite the car looking at me to confirm his victory and I try my best to stop myself from rolling my eyes.
Sally's POV
I've been asking her how she's feeling for the past ten mins and it pisses me off that she's not even listening. I am also sure that it's not me she's thinking of and that makes me angry the more. I had no idea why this girl was so imposible. Girls love my bad boy character but of course she had to go ahead and tell that dumb cousin of mine how much of her type he is.
I halt the car suddenly in an attempt to get her attention and who says it wasn't going to work. She looks around worried and scared at the same time then looks at me probably thinking I was hurt and I quickly regret my decision.
"Jesus! I've had enough heart attacks to last me a lifetime!" She yells looking at me her black eyes digging deep into mine. If I was not trying to give her one reason to like me, I'd kiss her right there but eeey, that would earn me a smack on my face so I'll pass.
"You've had heart attacks?" I decide to go with humor.
"No, it's English!" She snaps and looks away to the same position she was earlier. I don't ignite and of course she looks back at me. She will have to listen to me.
"The next time I'm talking to you, be nice enough to answer back. Mmh, maybe we can avoid more heart attacks in this lifetime." She was being difficult and I couldn't stand her being in the car with me and not giving me the attention I deserve. Rolling her eyes was kinda cute but, my jerk ass mouth had to go ahead and call her out for it. "You don't roll your eyes at me Abigail."
"God! Okay. Drive!" She says in defeat and I'm sure she wants to roll those eyes again. I curse my inner self for wanting her so much.
It wasn't that bad talking to me now was it? I wanted to say but i grin instead and ignite the car.
I don't have enough cash on me to buy her another trouser and Berlin took my credit card since his needed a refil. I didn't know what to do with her. I stop at a shop and she looks at me shocked. I smile, she probably think I'll send her out to buy tampons. I want to open my door when she stops me by holding my hand. My heart races just by her placing her hand on my arm. What is wrong with me! I look back at her and she's blushing then slowly points my T-shirt and I look down at it. Oh, yeah, twas stained. I lift my shirt and she begs me with her eyes not to take it off but what other option do we have, I cannot let her be embarrassed again. I ignore her pleading eyes and take it off.
She closes her eyes almost immediately and I want to laugh at her but instead I lean to her to get my hoodie from the back seat. She opens her eyes just before I retreat and in an attempt to run away from the closeness of our bodies she almost hit the glass on her side and i jerk my hand to place it between her and the glass window which brings us closer.
Her innocent eyes burn into mine and she bites her lip, probably out of shyness. Fuck. My blood runs fast. What I want to do to this girl. I push my dirty thoughts behind me and hold her chin to release her lip. I smile, get my hoodie over my shoulders and walk out.
I was sure I could do anything but buy a girl tampons. This specific one tho made me want to scream for the whole supermarket to close down and let her change out of her stained jeans. She has probably stained my car seats. Their cream white covers were already stained I'm sure and I'm going to have to explain myself. I walk over to the counter and... Great. It's an old lady who seems to pop her nose in issues at every chance she got.
"Can I get some plugs?" She widens her eyes to suggest she didn't get a thing I said and why would I even call them plugs! "Tampons." I try to draw their shape in the air and she gets them out and almost snatches the cash I hold up to her.
I roll my eyes at her and walk out. Abigail jumps slightly when I enter the car. I reveal the tampons in front of her and she seems shocked but she's calm when she picks them. Her cheeks flush and her eyes twitch. I don't want to make her more uncomfortable so I drive off without taunting her any further. I open the door for her and she leads the way to my house.
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