Chapter Six - Shopping With Mr. Charming
"Leave me alone!" I scream, seeing different sizes of Tom all ganging up on me as I try to scurry with my little feet.
Everywhere is filled with Tom; there's no other way out. Even the walls are imprints of his face--which seriously creeps me out.
Then he catches up to my pace and grabs me by his hand, wrapping my entire body with his gigantic palm. All I could do is muffle a scream.
I flutter my eyes open, breaking into a cold sweat. I calm down my ragged breathing and let out an almost scream when I see Tom in front me, his eyebrows scrunched up with his face looking concerned.
I pull the duvet up to my face, hiding myself from him. It's quite awkward you know? I just dreamt about him and now he's the first thing I see in the morning.
"Why are you here?" I grumbled, my voice hoarse as I just woke up from a terrific nightmare--which is relieving to be finally awake.
"Your mother told me I can go up and wake you," he responds casually. "--I did knock on the door and called for your name, but you didn't reply."
"So I carefully opened the door to find you squirming in your sleep."
He tilts his head at me. "Did you have a nightmare?"
I sneer, clutching on the sheets. "Isn't it obvious? And what's worse is that it's because of you."
"Why is it my fault?" he inquired, clueless and I feel the weight of my bed shift, probably with him taking a seat at the edge of my bed. "--you know, you might as well blame me for global warming if you want to."
When I didn't laugh at his joke, he proceeds. "Did you dream about me? If so, what happened?"
"I don't have any reason to tell you," I snap, feeling moody already and it's still early in the morning. "--and can you get out of my room? I don't like intruders going in my room."
"I'm not an intruder though," he replied, eyes scanning at the entirety of my room without shame that he's inside in some girl's room.
"Your room is really..unique," he tries to find a more subtle word, which he probably meant that my room is weird.
I click my tongue, feeling offended that he's judging my room. "No one asked for your opinion. If you don't like it, then don't."
"I didn't say I didn't like it," he defended, putting a hand up in surrender. "--it's just that your room is dark. I've never seen a room this cloaked in almost all black."
"Well, now you've seen one," I responded.
I removed my duvet from my face, sneaking a glance at him. He looks well dressed up; as if he's going somewhere--preferably on a date with someone.
So you hate being judged and now you're judging others. Really now, Avery?
I cleared my throat, garnerning his attention as he whips his head to smile at me. "I guess you're wondering why I'm here?"
I nod, motioning him to continue. "So, I asked your mother."
I hope it wasn't what I thought it was. If it was, then this would be a continuation of my nightmare. "And she said she'd love for you to attend the acquaintance party."
I let out a groan, kicking the duvet off me as I sat right-up, eyeing in him annoyance. Damn it! "Telling my mother, aren't you such a tattle-tale? I told you, didn't I? I don't want to attend that stupid party."
