Love Within You

CH. 3

JAN 7TH
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I come back home and go searching for my phone, I need to see if he texted me.

I've been looking for minutes long and I'm getting tired of it. I turn to look at Holden who's just staring at me while I'm searching.

"What do you want?" I snap. He smirks, what does this guy have with his fucking smirk. Making me insane.

"Are you looking for your phone?" He says.

"Yes, what does it look like I'm looking for?" I scold, continuing to search, throwing around pillows.

He goes to grab something in his back pocket, he pulls out a phone, my phone.

Oh my god.

I run over to him and immediately snatch the phone from him. "Did you have it the whole time?" He nods.

I hit him on his shoulder and he hisses and starts holding it in pain. For a 6 foot 3 man who weighs like 195 lbs he's a pussy.

Maybe I'm just strong.

"Since when?" I ask still annoyed.

"Since you wanted that guys number, next time, don't put your phone where everyone can take it" he shrugs.

I hit him again and he winces. "Dude stop acting like it hurts so much" I scoff.

"Your hand is fucking hard" I roll my eyes.

"Why did you take it?" I ask.

"You wanted his number" he says in a flat tone repeating what he just said.

"You realize other people have phones as well right?" I reply.

"You got his number?" His eyes turn dark brown, not his usual light brown eyes, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Maybe. Someone jealous?" I tease.

He scoffs, "me, jealous? Never."

"Sure" I say and we look at each other for a few seconds before breaking eye contact.

While opening my phone  I hear my stomach grumble. "Shit, let's go make food or something" I say.

"Alright", we walk over to the kitchen, I am not a cook at all so I just look at him, he looks back and we just stare at each other.

'Well, you're the cook here, gonna do something?' His brows knit together, he knew that was coming.

"How about we make something together" he requests. I gasp and put my hand to my heart, sarcastically. "Look who wants to do something together now"

"Whatever" he spoke.

I chuckle, "Someone's lonely, sure let's make something together" his eyes widen, he probably thought I was gonna say no.

I am.

"Just kidding, I'm not, I'm gonna order food" he gasps in betrayal.

"You're annoying" he scolds.

"I was just kidding, what should we make" He rolls his eyes. He's definitely sick of me.

I'm sick of him too, feelings mutual. Especially after today.

We end up choosing to make cupcakes, I wanted pancakes but he wanted muffins so we mixed them together, for some reason we got cupcakes and I feel like that's unfair because it's close to muffins. It's like the same thing to me.

Whatever. They're in the oven now and me and Holden are cleaning up. I can't believe it hasn't even been a day since they've left. This day is too long.