His Rockstar

13. | Stubborn

There's a banging at my door, and I sigh, walking to it to answer it. I look in the peephole, however, and quietly walk away.

The banging continues. "Lindsey, I know you're in there."

I whine softly. Why can't he leave me alone?

I rip open the door with a bored expression. "What?"

"You're ignoring me." He pushes his way inside and I slam the door with a scowl.

"Is that what I'm doing? I thought I was just watching it ring until it stopped." I retort, crossing my arms.

"Pack a bag."

"Excuse me?" I raise a brow.

"You heard me. Pack a bag."

"Why?"

"Because I have a secret admirer who's been in my house, and I wouldn't put it past them to know where you live." He explains. My heart rate jumps.

That would explain the death threat I got in the mail...

"I'm not leaving." I tell, walking to my couch and grabbing my coffee mug from my coffee table.

"Did you not hear a word I just said?"

I walk to my sink. "No, I heard you. I'm just choosing to ignore you." I turn and lean my hip against the counter.

He steps toward me. "Well, stop." I quirk a brow at him, intrigued. "We're going to stay in a hotel for a bit."

"You're joking, right?" I place my hand on my hip.

"Does it look like I'm joking?"

"I don't know. I can't tell behind the fake eyebrows and the outfit that clashes." I retort, throwing him a fake smile.

"I'm worried about your safety, Lindsey! Can you take me seriously for five seconds?"

"Then don't worry about me!" I burst. "Why do you even care? No, better yet, why are you even here?" I point a finger at him.

"I asked you if you had ever gotten anything in the mail or anything—"

"And I told you I didn't." Which was a lie.

"I don't believe you."

"Oh, my god." I stuff my face in my hands. Does he never know to just leave things alone? "I've never gotten anything!"

"The night we went on that date." I give him a confused look, urging him to continue. "You got something in the mail."

"Gee, one letter in the mail is such a big deal!" I hold my hands up.

"It can lead to so much more, Lindsey." I scoff, shaking my head as I walk past him to my living room. "I just want you to be safe. Is that really so bad?" Yes. It is.

"Enough, Alex!" I snap before I can stop. "I'm not leaving this apartment!"

"Would you just stop being stubborn and listen to me for once? That's all I ask of you!" He throws his arms out.

"Then stop asking me!" I yell. "I am fine exactly where I am!"

I expect him to yell something back, but he says silent, staring at me. But when he finally does speak, it's the last thing I expect. "This is all because of your dad, isn't it?"

"What?" I glare. What the hell does my dad have to do with anything?

"You don't want to let me in because you think I'm just like your father." He whispers. Is that seriously what he thinks? That my father is the reason I won't 'let him in'?

"Get out." I demand.

"I'm not leaving unless you're leaving with me." He shakes his head.

I point to the door. "Get. Out."

"Lynn—"

"Stop calling me that!" I snap. "I'm not the same person I was five years ago! My name is Lindsey! Not Lynn, not princess. Lindsey."

"Lindsey, I'm sorry. I—" He sighs. "I didn't mean to upset you."

"Well, you can take that flimsy ass apology right out that door." I point to my door, urging him to walk out of it.

"Okay." He whispers. "Call me if you need me." He finally leaves and I let out an aggravated groan.

No. You know what. I'm just going to go to sleep and pretend this never happened. He never showed up and he never called me Lynn and doesn't exist.

I walk to my bedroom, slamming the door shut behind me and climbing into bed. Right now, I'm going to sleep. Maybe then I can finally get some peace and quiet.