Love Comes Unexpectedly (A BlackPink Series I)

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It's already dusk and Lisa just continues driving her car. I didn't dare to ask her where we were going because she has been frowning since we left the school. All I know is that she is still in a bad mood. If you are wondering where her driver and bodyguards were, she sent them home. At first they counter Lisa's idea but when the model gave them her deadliest glare they quickly moved and went inside their car together with her driver. And me on the other hand is here in the passenger seat, pouting and sulking, hoping she will acknowledge my presence somehow. There's a part of me that thinks that if I stay silent, she will somehow comfort me, coax me, woo me,  but hell we have been in this car for hours but this model didn't bother to talk to me. All I hear from her is her deep sigh, and that's it.

Don't get me wrong. I get why she is annoyed at me. Putting her in a situation that she hasn't planned to do is something that was uncalled for.  But I already apologized to her and explained why I did it. But this model remains in a sour mood. I have been thinking what were the other things I had done to make her annoyed so much that she is treating me like I don't exist. She could have left me on the campus or dropped me in the coffee shop if her plan was to continue being peevish, but no, this woman decides to carry me with her.

Our situation right now feels like we have been thrown from last week's happenings. It's getting old and tiring to be honest. This is not an adult thing to do. 

Heaving a deep sigh I take another glance of her beauty and as expected her face remains passive. I would be lying if I say that it does not irritate me, ‘cause god knows how hard I am trying to not let her get me. To be able to control my emotions, I have been letting out a heavy sigh also since we left the campus, followed by a hard pout. Would you believe me if I tell you that I feel like any moment I will turn into a duck because of how hard I pout my lips? Of course not. But seriously, this is becoming annoying already. I have been stopping myself from feeling annoyed by our situation because I don't want to keep up with her bad mood but it's getting hard, I tell you.

Again, I let out a sigh. But this time I didn't glance at her. I decide to lean the side of my head on the backrest and turn my back to her. I guess this is better than waiting for her to talk to me. I look at the window, noticing that the skyscrapers are no longer in the background. It seems that we are heading somewhere far away from the city. Cars are barely visible on the road and tall trees and mountains are now in the background. It changes into picturesque scenery. I have never been this far from the city and explored a place outside the hustle bustle life of NYC. My route has always been, apartment - SIP - school and vice versa. And if we decide to take a short or long vacation, we would always fly out. So this scene is something new to me. Never imagined that outside the busy streets of NYC hides a beautiful county road and places. This is like a breath of fresh air.

I smile. Somehow the scenery in front of me lightens the heavy feelings I feel inside my heart.

“I'm sorry.”

Did she just talk? But I doubt it. She's too annoyed to even utter a single letter. I guess I'm just imagining things. Damn it! Am I that eager to hear her apology to the point that my mind is tricking me? Hearing words that she is impossible to utter. Goodness! This is close to insanity. I should sleep, it is better than to lose my mind with this madness barrier in between us.

Closing my eyes, I let out a frustrated groan. This is really annoying! I thought to myself. I am becoming a mad woman because of the deafening silence that surrounds us. How many hours more until we get to our destination? I just want to lie down and sleep.

“Nini, I'm really sorry.”

Wait! She is really saying sorry. I wasn't imagining it.

“Look,” she paused, her voice somehow controlled. What the heck! If only I know that facing my back on her is the way to make her talk to me, I could have done this the moment we left the school.