Awkward Meet Normal

Chapter Seven

Annabelle:

I sat there for a while, looking at my phone screen, waiting for him to call me back.

It was so abrupt. He said he would be right back, and then he was gone. It took me a bit to realize he could not be "right back," as when I called him, I blocked my number.

I knew it was dumb, I should have just given it to him, but then this thing would become more real. And whatever this thing was, I didn't know if I wanted more of it.

It just seemed so overwhelming.

I was the girl who could not go to a wedding and not make a scene.

Hell, I was the girl who could not go to a baseball game and not go viral.
I was the girl people laughed at. I was not the girl the Yankee's owner spent his time on.

Two knocks on my apartment door pulled me out of my thoughts.

No. I gasped. He couldn't have come here? And then I gasped again, Kyle.

Annabelle: You are a dead man.
Kyle: I owed him one.
Annabelle: You are the worse.

I walked over and looked down at my attire. I threw on booty light blue silk shorts and a silk white tank top. My mother had gotten them for me as a gift at Christmas. I had thought it was an odd gift since it was hovering around twenty degrees outside that day. But in the middle of summer, when my apartment's air conditioning went on the fritz, they were quite handy.

Fuckity. Fuck.

I saunter over and peek through the peephole. My apartment was what some would consider trendy. It had that industrial loft vibe to it. Think of the TV show New Girl; it was almost a dead ringer for their apartment, except it was smaller.

It was Dash standing outside. 

He was still dressed in a business suit.

Never trust a man in a business suit. New life motto of mine, and I was sticking with it.

"Come on, Annabelle, I can hear you overthinking everything. Let me in."

I leaned my head against the door, thinking about what I should do. "Did anyone ever tell you, you are extremely pushy?"

"All the time. I get what I want, and I won't apologize for it. Open up."

"And if I don't want to?" I asked.

"I'll wait," he said.

I looked through the peephole again. He was removing his suit jacket and folding it across his arm. He walked across the hallway, and his back started sliding down the wall. I watch as he sits down and throws his feet out.

"I'll wait," he said again, and I swear he could see through my door right to me.

I caved five minutes later when I heard Miss Spielsburg come out of her apartment and start talking to him. She had stepped back inside to grab some cookies for him. That was when I opened the door. He was already standing from talking to my neighbor, but he strolled in as if he knew I would cave.

I was such a chicken.

"Hi, Annabelle," Dash said, looking directly at me.

My apartment was cleaned for the most part. My previous roommate Henry was a pig. Shocking, I had a male roommate, but he was the best one I had to date besides the being dirty part. He rarely talked, and he primarily stayed in his bedroom.

I had no clue why he had to move out; honestly, I did not know much about him.

"Are you going to ask how I got your address?" Dash said, walking into the kitchen and laying his suit jacket over it.