A Soulmate's Love

Chapter 79 - Anger

Two Weeks Later

He was making it very hard to hate him.

So fucking hard.

You know, I'm a girl that respects herself... but he always looks hotter than he did the day before, he got stronger (much stronger) while I was gone, and he keeps on reminding me that I'm obsessed with him by being by my side. If he disappeared and I didn't have to see his stupidly gorgeous face, disgustingly beautiful arms, and horribly seductive voice I think I could keep hating him.

I don't understand why I, of all girls, have to have a boyfriend that is so beautiful that I can't stay mad at him. It's totally unfair.

Especially when this boyfriend keeps on acting like he's worried about me acting differently since I've come back. I can't imagine that he is actually worried because there is absolutely nothing wrong with me: I eat enough to stay alive, drink enough water to stay alive, sleep enough (barely two hours a day) to stay alive, and even though I've kind of been in this maelstrom which leaves me having flashbacks of shit that happened at home, I'm getting the same grades I used to get.

Therefore, I don't understand why he pretends to care so much. But, George has been and always will be confusing, which is a fact I have come to accept as my reality.

Speak of the ginger devil... "Morning love," I heard his deep voice greet from behind me, "You look beautiful today Althea Jane." He complimented when he sat down beside me on the bench - a compliment that shouldn't make me blush as much as it is. This sweet talking of his was all a ploy to get back in my good graces, and the efforts I had to make to not fall for it were enormous.

I hated that when he talked to me like that, I liked him just a tiny bit more. It was annoying. He was annoying. I passed a glance at him and had to resist rolling my eyes because as always, he was absolutely gorgeous. "You look fine today," I said dryly, taking a sip of my coffee afterwards. He always looked perfect, and it was so fucking infuriating.

"You flatter me, Althea Jane." He coyly replied, and I wanted to slap that smile off of his face. No one should be allowed to be so happy so early in the morning. It shouldn't be allowed. "How many hours, love?" He asked in a more serious tone, making me take a breath.

I shrugged, so fucking tired of this insomnia that wouldn't go away. "I'll manage," I replied, wanting him to know that it doesn't matter how many hours of sleep I get - I'll get the same grades regardless.

"Look at me." He commanded, his deep and authoritative voice making my heart beat faster and butterflies swarm my stomach.

"I won't." I resisted his command because if I was one thing, I was stubborn.

"Althea Victoria Jane, look at me." Out of reflex, my gaze travelled to his, but it was only because he said it so seriously and dominantly that it was hot, and I was a gullible person when it came to George. Once I realized that I had done what he asked, I tried turning my head back around but he stopped me with his gentle hand on my jaw (I will admit his great-at-choking hands placed like that on my jaw were incredibly hot). I glared at him, hating how he was so gentle, so kind, and so in charge of me at the same time - it made it really hard to hate him. "You barely got two, didn't you?" He said worriedly and distantly as he looked through me. I hated how he knew something like this just by looking at me and I hated that I couldn't lie to him to save my life. I don't know how, but George was the only person that I couldn't bear lying to. My glare had faltered at his words, however, and it seemed that he had noticed (as he always will) as his hold on me tightened softly and his expression hardened.

No matter how much I didn't like this man, I hated being the one to hurt him. "I'm sorry George, it's not your problem and-"

"Althea love, you have nothing to apologize for." He interrupted, looking me so deeply in the eyes while his thumb gently swiped over my jaw that I was at a loss for words. "You are the last person that should be apologizing for what they've done to you, and if I'm worried about you, it's not because you did something, it's because I love you." I couldn't get over the fact that I had someone like him loving someone like me. How could he? I think that I will be eternally surprised by his declarations of love.