My enemy since childhood

Chapter 64

Thomas was here, he was in my hotel room. I tried to get my breathing under control while still lying on the hall floor. How long had he waited? how did he get into the room? everything was spinning in my head but the biggest question was, what did he want to talk about?

"Y/n? Can't you come over here and sit down?" he asked and i could hear the sheets rustling as he moved.

"Uh, sure" i mumbled, trying to get my body to obey.

It was still dark in the room so i took a deep breath and stood up. The whole body was pulled towards the bed but no, he wanted to talk and i could have a chance to listen to what he had to say, i couldn't sit next to him.

I took the few steps away to one of the armchairs and sat down anything but smoothly, luckily it was still dark in the room. I exhaled and closed my eyes, it was so quiet in the room that you could almost hear the tension in the air. Again, what did he want to talk about?

"Don't you want to sit next to me?" he asked and i could hear the amused tone in his voice.

"if you want to talk then go ahead, i'm listening" i said and cleared my throat. Didn't want to let him know how affected i was by his presence.

It became quiet again so i sank further into the armchair. It felt good to relax even though the body was on full tension and the pulse was racing uncontrollably.

"You don't get it, do you?" he began and i could make out his eyes in the darkness.

The only light in the room was that which filtered in through the window. Why hadn't he turned on any lights?

"Get what?" i asked shortly.

"Remember when i said one of the things i like about you, is you don't buy into my bullshit?" he continued so i quickly sat up.

"Is that what you want to talk about? How i lost myself because i now have feelings for you? That i went along with your so-called bullshit?" i hissed but he just laughed.

"There we go again, Y/n you light it up like you poured gasoline on a burning fire, i like it."

"What the hell do you mean by that?"

"You are not like every other girl, i have wanted that all along, even before we started sneaking around. You make me feel things."

"Things" i mumbled questioningly and sank back into the armchair. Where did he want to come up with this anyway?

"Yeah, things i have never felt before. After that thing with me throwing the ball at your head, i don't know, something happened after that. You make me insanely jealous and you can really get on my nerves."

"Oh, you welcome" i muttered sourly.

Suddenly i felt far too tired for this conversation. Sit and hear Thomas point out all my flaws, yes it really felt great....or not!

"Please Y/n, are you not hearing what i'm saying or are you misinterpreting everything on purpose? Just because you are used to doing that with everything i say?" he asked, sounding almost annoyed.

"What do you want me to think? I'm making you jealous and getting on your nerves, not exactly flattering, am i?"

"But that's the thing, don't you see? Yes, you make me jealous because i like you and yes, you get on my nerves because you make me doubt myself, that's a whole new thing for me to feel this way."