"Hi," he mumbled awkwardly, as if the episode that happened on the first day of school didn't happen, and the tension hung in the air . "I was told that you were sick, and Ms Chavela wanted me to deliver you homework, since you, you know, kind of live right next to me."
I stared at the boy in front of me, and my mouth fell open instinctively.
What was he doing here? Did Mum allow him up?
As if reading my thoughts, he added, "Oh, and you know, your mother is out so she asked me to look after you...?" Xavier explained, rubbing the back of his neck with his palm as cold sweat dotted his forhead.
After awhile, I finally regained control of my jaw muscles, and I began to talk.
"You were h-here the e -entire time?" I asked nervously, scolding myself internally when I stuttered in front of him.
But instead of teasing me about it, or any other bullshit I thought he would do to me, he just smiled and nodded. And I kind of wished we would do the meaner things so it wouldn't be so... weird.
Then, he walked over to me and sat on my bed, our knees almost touching each other, and asked, "How are you feeling, Cherlyn?"
"Sick?" I replied, completely confused on where this conversation is going.
"Do you need any... aid?"
"No."
There was an awkward silence in the air for a good 20 seconds, before he started another question.
"Are you going to school tomorrow?"
"Not if I don't get any better," I croaked out drily, uninterested in the conversation already.
"Oh," he said. "Then..."
"You know what?" I cut him off sharply, not giving a fuck if Mum scolds me for my attitude. "Since I'm awake and well, why don't you go home already? I mean, obviously we are quite distant and now I'm just feeling plain uncomfortable. So if you mind, just stop with the tense conversations and just leave me alone."
"If that's what you really want..." he trailed off as he opened the window, and dangled his leg over the window dangerously, and for a moment I wondered if he was going to jump off.
But he just hopped over to the open window of the apartment next to mine, and forward rolled himself into a blue dark room, shutting the window behind him, and that's when I realise.
His room was opposite mine.
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Obviously knowing that Xavier would know what I'm doing if I don't draw the curtains or something, I was really freaked out. I felt watched and stalked.
Thing is my room doesn't have curtains.
And neither does his.
I groaned in frustration. Where is my privacy?
Immediately, I texted Mum.
Cherlyn : Mum, can you please get pastel curtains on your way back? Thought I needed some.
Mum : Sure. I'll get it after work.
I threw my phone across the bed and just laid down lazily, and subconsciously, I looked out of the window, curious to what Xavier might be doing.
God... He was topless.
And he had a beautifully defined six pack abs, with a v-line to match.
But then I forced myself not to ogle, remembering the 'threat' Lauren had hanged over my head, and my cheeks flushed red.
Forget him. He's Lauren's.
At that thought, I switched on my television, and to my dismay, my favourite drama had ended, and slumped my shoulders in disappointment.
"It was over, like, 20min ago?" I heard a voice from my window, and I was sure it was Xavier.
He had my window open, and he was perched on top of it, like a God with those beautiful abs.
But I mean, just because he has abs doesn't mean I'm not pissed off because he just invaded my privacy, and the growing urge to push him off the ledge was unbearable.
I folded my arms and gave him a poker face. "Who told you you could come in my room?'' I questioned.
" Didn't I already tell you I was supposed to look after you? "he retorted back with a smirk.
" Clearly I can look after myself, so would you ever so kindly stop bothering me already? "
" It's orders, "he stated." And until your mother returns, which is 3 whole hours from now, I would have to babysit you. "
Unfortunately, I ran out of arguments to say, and I just huffed angrily, and blew the fringe off my head.
He cocked his head slightly, and with a tone so endearing, he said," Awww, is the little princess angry because I won the argument? "
" Shut up!" I snapped. "Fine you can come in, but you have to put on a shirt."
Reluctantly, he went back and pulled a semi transparent tight fitting tshirt over his head and jumped back into my room.
And suddenly, it was as if a lightbulb lit in my head. I smiled to myself as I thought of the idea.
"I'm thirsty, can you get me some water?" I whinged instantly. "My throat is so dry! Get me some water!"
He narrowed his eyes at me, but went scurrying downstairs to get me a glass of water.
After about eternity, he came back up, with a glass of water, sweat rolling down his face like tears. Guess he doesn't know how to use the kettle.
"I'm glad you had your cup of water, miss," he sneered sarcastically.
"Yea, thanks!" I chirped enthusiastically. "Mind if you could cook me lunch?"
"I mind," he hissed back, but I just whined really loudly, until he got annoyed and stormed off downstairs to cook.
I followed him downstairs and watched him painfully struggle as he tried to cook me some bacon.
It was surprisingly entertaining to watch him all over himself.
"Argh!" he yelled out, when the fifth batch of bacons he had cooked turned out burnt and sooty.
In a state of pique, he reached out to grab a bowl of cup noodles, and impatiently poured the boiling water inside.
But the water splashed onto him, and he let out a girly scream, as his face turned red and he jumped back.
"Hot!"
No shit.
He looked at me pleadingly, to help him in his predicament, but I Just shrugged it away, and he reluctantly, gave me my cup noodles, a grumpy look on his face.
"Here you go, madam."
I was, needless to say, disgusted by the cup noodles, as the soup was an irkish olive green colour and the noodles were orange. I lost my appetite immediately.
I Just turned and went up to my room again, as I heard him call after me furiously.
"Aren't you going to eat the noodles?"
I Just grinned, and replied, "You finish them then!"
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