She (THEY 1/3) completed

Chapter 11

I lied down on his couch and closed my eyes, just to be awaken by Mateo.

I was immediately up, not being tired at all, and even if I was, I still would want to eat, no matter what. He shook his head and smiled.

-"What? Why are you smiling?" I fall back on the couch when I saw that the food is here.

-"I can't smile?" He asked, and sat besides me.

-"That's not what I meant, and you know it."

-"Right, right." He smiles again, making me more confused about the reason.

-"Mateo." I said his name, hoping that would catch his attention.

-"Here's your food. Eat." He gestured to one of the plates who were standing on the coffee table.

-"Stop telling me what to do."

-"Eat." He smirked at me.

I glared at him, but still took my plate full of spaghetti and a fork. The food was actually really tasty. and I was really surprised by the taste. -"Are you a chef or what?"

-"My mom wanted me to learn cook very well, because I could meet someone who can't cook at all." He said, and grinned.

-"Trust me, you cook amazing, but don't even think of teaching to me that."

He laughed so hard that he had to place the plate on the table so it won't spill everywhere.

-"That's not even funny! Seriously, don't."

-"Fine, fine." He said and I furrowed my brow. -"Really." He added, seeing my disbelief.

I continued eating my food, soon finishing it. I got up from my place and walked to the kitchen, to wash my plate. After I quickly finished, Mateo came after me washing his.

I walked back to the living room and sat in my spot again. I heard him making something in the kitchen but I couldn't figure what, until-

-"Wanna coffee?" That probably was a bad idea, but if he's getting one, why wouldn't I?

Because it's a stupid idea... And you also have to wake up early to the school next-

-"Sure!" I still yelled, even thought all my insides were making a protest.

After a moment he finished and came into the living room, holding two mugs and placing them on the coffee table, after that falling in the sofa besides me.

He looked at me and we stared at each other for a long time. I let out a small smile as I catcher his dark green eyes glimpse. He smiled back, seemingly relaxing under my gaze.

I soon averted my eyes off his, taking my coffee. I let my gaze to slip to look at window, and soon I was up from my seat going towards it. I placed my coffee in my palm, and carefully examined outside.

There were a few sport cars placed in the parking lot, and my mind wondered who had them.

-"Hey, pretty boy?" I asked, hoping to annoy him and maybe then get some information.

-"Will you stop calling me like that?" He was totally annoyed.

-"No." I smirked to myself.

-"Alright then." He said and I turned to him furrowing my brows. -"Baby."

-"No." I winced. I loved the nickname, but no.

-"Oh yeah. Baby?" A smirk crept to his lips, as he watched my face, clearly seeing that the nickname annoyed me.

-"Stop." I said, trying to sound as clear as I could.

-"No. What was your question baby?" The smirk never left his lips, as he spoke.

I frowned, now trying to remember my question.

-"Great. Now I forget what I wanted." I said and brought the mug to my lips, sipping some.

He started laughing, soon trying to stop it with drinking the coffee, when I glared at him. I sat back on the couch, placing my legs in his lap, and quickly drinking my coffee I placed it back on the table.

Then I let myself fall back on the couch, staring at the ceilings.

My mother came into living room, sitting on the sofa, clearly annoyed. But I gnored that, and climbed in her lap. Or at least tried to. She shove me off.

-"You, ungrateful child, learn to respect me." She said, glaring at me, only now letting me smell the alcohol.

She bringer a bottle to her lips, drank some of it, then suddenly threw at me. I flinched and made a step back, tears falling from my eyes.

-"Don't be so sad." Mateo suddenly said. -"You're making me cry." He added.

I smirked, completely masking my sad expression. -"Oh really? I would want to see badass Mateo crying."

He chuckled. -"It's not that bad. You should get home, by the way."

-"Why? Don't want me here?" I masked my hurt expression now, and made sure my voice doesn't sound hurt.

-"You know it's not that." He rolled his eyes and sighed falling back in the couch, placing his hands over my legs.

-"Then what?"

-"First, it's getting late, and second,..." He averted his eyes from me, looking somewhere else. -"You look sad, but I don't have any idea how to deal with it."

-"I don't look sad, I'm fine. And who wouldn't want to annoy someone like you?" I already started smiling, watching his cute confused face.

-"Someone like me?" He frowned.

-"You look cute." I said, and he immediately winced.

-"Or like someone who would secretly be a serial killer." I added, with a little nod.

He smiled and shook his head, while his smile just crept going wider.

-"Why do you even look at me?" He asked.

-"Should I make a list?" I frown. I could do that, I'm practically in love with him, right?

-"Maybe."

-"First, you're cute, second, you're hot, and pretty and sexy and true and a little annoying, and you smell like coffee and-"

-"Please say you didn't smell me." He winced.

I chuckled. -"I didn't. I can smell you from where I sit."

-"No. it's not that strong." He tried smell his arm, and it looked like he could.

-"It is." I smiled more wider, completely forgetting about my memories.

-"No, it's not. You are smelling this one." He picked up his mug, then looked inside, and I almost started chuckling again about his expression.

It looked like he only now noticed the mug was empty for a while now. He fall back on the couch and closed his eyes, bringing his hands to his hair.

I really waned to do that, but I knew he wouldn't like that. Okay, maybe I will, sometime.

He suddenly opened his eyes. -"Lets get you home." He said and let my legs fall on the ground as he stood up.

-"Ouch." I winced, although it didn't really hurt.

-"Get dressed, I'm driving you home."
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