The man I never thought I'll love.

Chapter 2

     When he comes back I'm in the corner trying to process how I got in this position. Next thing I know the door opens. He takes three steps in, closes the door and just watches me as I'm in the corner doing nothing.

"Huh" he says as he walks over to a bad that I didn't even realize was there before because I was just sitting here crying. "You still look decent even with all that crying" he says as he slouch's on the side of the bed. I'm now seeing that the right side of the bed is towards a wall and that there's a book shelf at the end of the bed with a night stand and the top of the bed.

"Isn't all that crying going to ruin your makeup?" He asks as he puts his chin on his metacarpal (which is the circle part of your hand if you know, your less intelligent then moi which is me in French) "I uh" I say with a pause. Am I that ugly he thinks that I have to wear makeup? "Well I" I say trying to regain my confidence. "Come on get out with it before I kick you out of here" he says as he does that stupid hand motion that try's to encourage you to hurry it up with that rotation of his hands.

"What you mean kick me out? I never wanted to be here" I say now getting more annoyed. "Well the way you was begging me to pick you up I thought you wanted to be with me" he says as he lets the weight of his head fall on his metacarpal. "One I don't even know why I should tell you this but I don't wear makeup and honestly I don't think I really care much to be in a room with someone like you" I say now rolling my eyes. I ate the girls up with that one I say trying to keep my calm but laughing at myself in my head.

"Well one" he says now paying attention to me with his head all straight and everything. "One I don't know why you assume that I wanted to take you" he said as he is now walking towards me. "And two who" "who do you think you're talking to? He asks now right in my personal bubble. He is so close his nose can touch mines.

With the way he's glaring at me I think I need to choose my works carefully, before I say something he cuts me off like how one of those fatties cuts you in the lunch line to get something to eat first as if that's what they need when they look like that.

" I can really just put you out there and you know how many of those guys want to just touch that little body of yours?" He asks now point at the door. "I didn't have to carry you in here I could've just watched as they started doing unspeakable things to you" So what will it be? You want to stay in here with the likes me?" He asked now point his finger at his chest. "Or you can stay out there with those fiends" "Your choice sweetheart?"