Atlanta And Him [BEING RE-MADE]

Ten; Atlanta And Him

Alice. 3:42 p.m.

Whoa.

"Why do you need a card to get in the apartment?" I asked Charolette warily as she grabbed a sleek black card out of her handbag and pressed against a modern little pad that activated.

"Because - this is the penthouse Alice,"

I understood everything when the doors opened.

The lobby had a high ceiling, and was quite simple. The color was a bleach white - the only color was provided by the flowers that sat in pots next to each door. Charolette led me to an opening without a door - the room I walked into had the high ceiling... But it was about twenty Times bigger.

Shit.

The living room alone was huge - the west side of the room had a large ceiling to floor window that gave us a horrifying view of the city of Atlanta. Couches and furniture fit for a gathering of at least thirty people.

"Um, how many people live here?"

"Oh, it varies. Jamie owns it, so he let's me and a few others live here. A most it's about eight people."

"So Jamie just let's anyone in here?" I asked, surprise making my voice higher than usual.

"Well, yeah, I guess." She said simply, walking over to the kitchen that shared the room, making herself at home. Charlotte gathered ingredients for a sandwich on the grand marble kitchen island.

"He has a big apartment..." I said partly in awe and partly in confusion. I'm going to kill him... I don't want to live here... I want to go home!!

"And he wants me to stay here? For how long?!?" I choked, unable to form a more coherent question.

"Yep. How long is up to Jamie." Oh yeah?! And when was he an expert on my life!?!? "Would you like a sandwich?" She asked me pleasantly, totally oblivious to my temper-tantrum.

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Alice. 11:25 p.m.

I struggled in vain against the strong force that held me down on the bed - Jamie's hand.

Wtf!

"Look," He reassured me, keeping his hand firmly on my ribcage, right below my breasts. "You have another feaver." He said, his dark eyebrows etched in worry.

Sighing, he looked at me strait in the eyes, a warning look in his expression. "I will get some Advil." Standing up, his hand left my torso and he looked down at me. No, I plan to leave as soon as you cone back... It looked like he could read my thoughts. "If I come back and you're not here, I will track you down and drag you back just like I did at Starbucks. This apartment is on lock - you can't leave without a card." He smiled pleasantly at me, the look on his expression basically saying you're stuck here sweetheart.

And with that, he left me to be pissed.

I was still having a temper-tantrum when I realized that I had a dire need to pee, and I had to clean myself up; my cheeks were wet and sticky due to the salt left from my tears.

I was homesick again. I just wanted to see Carlie and Evelyn... I wanted to smell the aroma of my mother's brewed coffee... Hear my little sister giggle in delight at a good batch of doughnuts that just came out of the oven.

My feet barley got over the left side of the bed when I just couldn't handle it. Dropping my head in my hands, I felt my forehead - and understood the fuss Jamie was making.

I wanted to sit and just have a good, cleansing crying jag. But Jamie was coming, and I needed To pee.

Getting up without sparing another tear, I marched my was through the spacious guest room to my left of the bed to the sleek, modern bathroom. The smell of my room, was sweet and clean smelling - it matched the rooms personality.

Ugh.

The mirror was big enough to allow three people to easily use. It was the first thing I saw when I walked into the bathroom, for it was across the wall from the door.

My cheeks were wet, my eyes were red, my hair was disheveled and I looked like crap.

Releasing myself (after a few moments trying to find the toilet in the huge bathroom), my mind was in turmoil, and it was like I couldn't switch it off.

I was so lost in the moment, that I jumped at Jamie's soft but authoritative voice. "Alice, are you Okay?"

"I-I'm feeling f-fine now tha-anks."

There was a short moment of silence. Then the door opened. Thankfully I was wearing quite a long shirt so he couldn't see anything, and I was done, but I couldn't escape the fact that I wasn't wearing under wear in front of a man.

"Oh," He said, obviously amused with himself, smiling down at me... Not even a bit ashamed.

"Get out!" I screamed at him, looking around frantically for something to throw at him.

Toilet paper.

Throwing the suitably sized roll of toilet paper at him, Jamie remained still, not bothering to catch it at it hit his chest.

"I told you that I was going to find you." He said, his earlier amusement vanished, replaced by a cocky and quite menacing expression.

"I needed to go pee! I dint think that you would lack modesty to the point that you would walk in while I was on the toilet!!"

Jamie's expression once again changed as he found something in my face. He walked over to me and knealed again, placing his hand on my forehead.

"What the-" I tried to exclaim, but he had already wet a wash cloth from under the sinks cabinet to my left, and washed My face with it... I had to admit... It did feel kinda good.

But I was on the toilet for God sakes!

I sat, looking down at my bare thighs as he washed my face. I couldn't look at his face - I was too embarrased. But from what I could see, his overgrown hair fell into his eyes as he worked... His stupid blue eyes pierced through me.

Why couldn't I just have fallen into the toilet! Save me all this embarassment!

Jamie cleared his throat, catching my attention back to him. "Here," He said softly as he placed a tablet of liquid Advil into my left palm that relaxed on my upper thigh. His eyebrow was cocked as he spoke. "Take this, please. It will make you feel better.

"Sorry," I apologized while popping the Advil in my mouth.

He remained to look confused. "For what?"

"You know... Throwing the lollipop at you, being mean to you when we first met, throwing toilet paper at you... Making you have to carry me, twice," The corners of his lips twitched, trying his best not to laugh. "And pretty much every moment after that."

This is when I noticed that the top four buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. I blused, quickly looking away from my assessment, but had to fight it because I wanted to stare.

"What?" He asked me, confused again.

"Y-your shirt. Its..." I sneaked a peak at his face. Jamie stared at me, pokerfaced.

"Unbuttoned.." I mentally clapped myself on the back for being able to finish my sentence.

"What? You've never seen a man's bare chest?" He smirked at me, overly amused at me.

"Of course not." I blushed. How could I? I'm a virgin.

A strange expression came across his face. I couldn't read it.

"Oh. Well then if you will excuse me," Jamie said, standing up. I couldn't help but to blush when he started to button up his shirt.

Jamie left me to finnish up in the bathroom.