Make Me Yours

Chapter 18

•••Seanne's POV

Sunday afternoon. It's been what, four whole days?

I looked at my phone. I've been watching out for it the whole day. Still no messages.

Is he really angry?

"Shall I call him?" I stood and paced around the room. Good thing that Yerin went home today. It's so awkward in here... She doesn't usually speak to me, but I can feel that she's particularly cold towards me. I can't look her in the eyes because I feel guilty. No matter how many times I repeat in my head what Julia said, I can't still stop feeling that way.

It's like I'm some antagonist in a drama who came and stole someone's prince charming. Though Kookie is not charming---

"Argh! What am I thinking about?! I should decide to call him or what--"

Then a very brilliant solution came to me. I sat down on the couch and dialled Mngr. Ysidro's number.

"Hello, Seanne?"

I grabbed the schedule he had given me, "Sir, uhm, July's gonna end yet you haven't given me uhm-- Kookie's schedule for next month?"

Sht. Why is my heart is racing?!

"Didn't I email it?"

Oh. I haven't checked.

"Uhm... N-Not yet. I haven't received it yet, Sir." I stared at the ceiling.

"Really? Okay, I'll send it later--"

"Uhm, sir! Wait!" I held my breath. "Can I a-ask something--"

"Seanne are you okay?" he asked suddenly. "You sound like you have an asthma. Why are you so breathless?"

Shoot! Did I give myself away?!

"Er... I-I'm on the treadmill! Yes! Heheh--- I'm losing weight, sir." I am really dead inside...

"Oh? Really? Well, what are you asking?"

I stood and walked around again. "Is... Kookie okay? I mean, he does not contact me since Wednesday... He normally pester me even if he's busy... So I kinda... wo--wondered?"

Mngr. Ysidro laughed, "Don't worry Seanne! He's perfectly fine."

"Well... That's good to hear." I stopped walking. "Uhm, bye Mngr. Sid. Thank you."

"Okay! Bye!"

I threw my phone on my bed. "So he's perfectly fine? He confessed then what, completely shut me off." I messed my hair. "Aaargh! Alright! I told him some hurtful things but... if he really likes me, shouldn't he miss me at least?"

I sat down again, the weight of frustration bearing down on me and I can't stand it.

Maybe I should follow Julia's advice?

I told her my predicament this morning, and she said I should call him and apologize.

But...