Mr D'angelo

Genesis

"In the beginning God created heaven and earth though what it's worth I think that he might have created you first."
Genesis by Dua lipa

Rochelle:

"Ahh, don't stare at him like that." I slap Shamila's hand.

"Rochelle don't you know who that is." She says to me wide eyed.

So we're currently staring outside the window at this really hot guy that I've been stalking for a month now since I moved here in New York.

"Who is he?" I roll my eyes.

"He's Mr D'angelo." She whispers.

"I've never heard of any D'angelo and why are we whispering? Tell me more about him since you seem to know so much about the guy I like."

"It's Mr D'angelo, and no. Stop stalking him please stay away from him. You'll get yourself in trouble if he finds out you're busy following him around and that you've befriended his close friend just to get information about him."She says in a harsh voice.

"Woah, Okay."

"I'm serious."

"Fine!! But it's not like I know anything about him yet, it's hard to get anything out of his friend, I don't even know his name."

She walks to the door and before she goes out she says "Don't say I didn't warn you Rochelle."

I roll my eyes at her as I keep looking out the window. I see him finally stepping out of his car. Before he steps into the luxurious house of his friend, he looks back and before he sees me I close the curtains as fast as I can.

This happens every Sunday, I already know the time in which he arrives at his friend's house.

I shouldn't even be doing this, this is wrong. I should go out there and get to know him.

So I check myself in the mirror to see if I look okay in just this two piece white dress.

I step out the door. I see him stepping out too.
Breath in
Breath out
"Okay,Act normal." I tell myself.

He looks at me from head to toe and I suddenly feel self conscious. I look down to see if something is wrong with what I'm wearing.

As soon as I raise my head he shuts his car door. And he speeds past me. Oh my gosh what is wrong with him his tyres almost crashed my toes. Ugh.

I stomp back to my house and run into the small bedroom and jump into the bed.

Damn I think he's already made it clear that he's not interested. How could I be so dumb, of course he's not interested. How can someone so attractively handsome like him want someone like me.

I don't even like it here, I thought moving would make everything feel better but it's still the same. I'm surrounded by people but feel lonelier than ever.

I'm from Johannesburg, I moved here in New York a month ago I'm still adjusting.

I live with my mother's brother my uncle and his daughter Shamila.

I'm 24 years old and Shamila is 25 we're not that close though but it is what it is. My uncle was kind enough to let me stay and start afresh after what I've been through. My grandma also just died. She was all I ever had after my dad died. She used to call to make sure I was alright but it's good to know that at least my uncle and Shamila are still here for me.

My mom died in a car accident when I was only 10 years old, and that's when me and my dad left this place behind and went to Johannesburg.

Then one morning when I was 16 my dad shot himself to death. After that I just stopped living. I'm just surviving now.

So I'm currently working at Shamila's small store down the street. It's actually very pretty inside, I mostly help her clean it up and arrange things or sometimes when she's not available I sell. We're the only two that work there, I don't get paid much but atleast it's something.

Life has been really rough on me, I don't even have any friends. But atleast Shamila is here, although she has her own friends.

I don't know what I'm doing with my life. I'm a big mess and everytime I try something it always goes wrong. I'm always average.

I sometimes get suicidal thoughts, but suicide is never the answer. I tried doing something new like maybe getting a boyfriend. But who am I kidding, no one will ever love me, I know nothing.
I'm just a dummy.

"Ro it's time for dinner." Shamila bangs on the door. Shamila is really pretty plus her her curved body shape, and tall frame.

I approach the table and I watch as my uncle and Shamila eat. I really don't have any appetite today.

"How are things going with your boyfriend?" Uncle asks Shamila.

She dropped her spoon on the table."He's been very distant nowadays, I don't know what has happened."

He sighs."What about you Rochelle, any boyfriend?"

"No." I slowly say.

"You know you guys are getting old now, I thought by now that one of you would be engaged or something. Not in a bad way or anything at this age you guys should be in relationships and looking forward to marriage and kids. I am getting old and I want to walk you down the aisle and I want to see my grandkids." He stands up and leaves us at the table.

Shamila and I look at each other and she lifts her shoulder and sighs.

"We should sleep, tomorrow's gonna be a tiring day." She stands up." And why haven't you eaten your food, is it because of Mr D'angelo? Oww his friend is moving out so you won't get to see him every Sunday now!Good."

"Ugh, just drop it Mila. What is happening tomorrow." I say tiredly.

"Haaa you'll see, make sure to wake up early." She giggles and leaves me alone

Wonder what she's up to.

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First chapter done!!!