Hate To Love, a Trent Alexander Arnold Story

Chapter 4

malaika's pov

Tuesday morning:

As i was taking my dog on a walk i couldn't help but notice the sunrise. it was really beautiful and it reminded me about my childhood in Saudi Arabia. every morning after my family would pray fajr, i would go outside and watch the sunrise. its was like a mix of blue and pink, and it was so good to look at. if i had a phone then, my storage would be filled with of all the sunrise pics. as i took out my phone to take a sunrise pic, and it was so cute, i got a call from trents brother.

I normally never get calls from him, and it was really early in the morning. so i supposed it was important and i picked it. "hi Marcell, how are you?" i ask him. "hi malaika, everything is fine. i just need to talk to you about something." he said. "oh. is everything ok, i hope all is well." i said a bit worried. "everything is fine, dont worry. i meant i need to talk to you about trent. hes going mad now." he said sounding worried himself. "oh, well what's the issue with him now?" i asked very uninterested now. "all Trent has done is think. he thinks morning, afternoon and night. hes been thinking since Friday and he doesnt do anything else but think. on Friday, he got hit in the head with a ball during practice because he was thinking. on Saturday, he he almost fell down the stairs thinking. like i dont even know whats wrong with him." marcell said. "what is he even thinking about that making him act like this." i said trying to hold my laughter. "malaika, thats what we need to talk about. are you busy right now?" he asked me. "not really, i just got home from walking my dog so lemme wash my hands and ill be there with you." i said.

"Ok im finished. tell me what trent is thinking about?" i asked. its not like i wanted to know but marcell made it sound very important so its like i have to know. " malaika, dont get mad when i tell you." he said very seriously. "why would i be mad, i dont even care about him thinking or not." i said trying to reassure him. "are you sure you wont be mad?" he asked. "yes marcell, im very sure if you tell me i wont be mad." i told him getting slightly irritated that he wont tell me. "ok so trent told me on Friday that he's been thinking about you. like on Friday he thought about you, on Saturday he thought about you, oh and most of the questions he asked are some how pertaining to you or the situation that happened almost 3 years ago, which i totally believe that he needs to let go, but yea trent has been thinking about you for a long time now. on Friday i asked him what he was thinking about and when he told me that he was thinking about you, i couldn't help but think if he likes you." marcell told me.

I just sat there quiet trying to process everything this guy just told me. trent, of all men, was thinking about me. "malaika are you there?"marcell asked worried. "im here im just so confused why he wants to start thinking about me. what is he even thinking about me. i thought he hates me and my guts and he never wants to see me again, yet he thinks about me? im not mad and i could never be mad but im so confused." i spilled my feelings to him. "you know, i thought the same thing when he told me that. i thought he hated you as well. and if you hate someone, you wont be thinking about them for 3 days straight." he said. "exactly i dont know whats wrong with him but he needs to figure out his life cuz now im so confused. did i tell you that on Wednesday, we bumped into each other, and he literally said 'im never going to forgive you.' so then why are you thinking about me if your not going to forgive me." i said very irritated now. "did you say you bumped into him on Wednesday, that explains all the questions the he askes about you. he asked your brother when you got a dog and he even went out of his way to ask how you were doing." marcell said.

" I dont know whats wrong with him, but he needs to fix himself up." i said. "for real, cuz hes making this drama so confusing for us." he said. i heard a knock on my door. "imma call you back, someone's at the door." i said. "ok take your time." he said. i went to open the door and i wish i never opened it. "what are you doing here." i asked. "your brother wanted me to drop something off for you." trent said. "why couldnt he drop it himself. oh hes so getting earful when your gone." i said super annoyed. "why are you so bothered that im here. just pretend that im a ghost." he said. i wanted to slap him but no, i controlled my reflexes this time. "or why dont you be a nice person and get out." i said seriously wanting him to leave. "i will, im leaving anyways. i just came here to drop this off. do you really think i am happy to be here." he said. "whatever just get out." i said clearly annoyed. "mhm and what if i dont leave." he said trying to test me. "im not telling you what ill do to you just leave." i said. "well im not budging. do whatever you want." he said with a cocky smile. "fine" i said.

I went into the kitchen, grabbed a glass of water, and poured it on him. "there. thats what ill do." i said. "bro, im soaking wet now thanks to you. ugh ur so annoying. when you give your brother that earful, tell him i never want to drop off anything to ur house again." trent said and got into his car and drove off. when i entered my house, i fed my puppy, and got ready for practice, while also trying to remember the call i had with marcell. well if he didnt like me as he said, why would he accept to go to my house to drop off something for me. i was still super confused but i brushed it off and went to go get ready for practice.

authors note:

ok, so as i promised, ill start posting more on he weekends. i have so many ideas tho and thats why im really excited. yay. please vote, like the story, and don't forget to comment. bye. xoxo