Ten Years Later

Chapter 7

 

I slipped off my stained green shirt and denim jeans, disposing them on the floor. I hurried over to my suitcase, cold air swarming around me, sending goose bumps over my almost naked body. I pulled the zipper to reveal basically half my closet folded up, I tossed through several shirts, looking for one in mind. I pulled out my Diane von Furstenberg pink summer dress, perfect for a nice dinner.

I jumped into the warm water quickly washing the mush from my brown hair, I must've ran shampoo through my hair ten times, before deciding it was good enough. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself into the warmth of the towel, burying my face into its softness.

I slipped on the soft silky fabric that clung to my curves. I picked up the brush that I threw on the floor earlier, and ran it through my wet hair. It still smelt like tomatoes. I gave a weak smile and blew my hair dry until it was reasonably damp. A smoky aroma filled my nose, my eyes widened as I rushed down the stairs, nearly falling.

"Woah, Slow down," Jason smiled, "A piece of bread fell into the oven, That's all."

A wave of relief raced through my body, I thought he burned dinner. I walked into the kitchen and a gasp escaped my lips. The kitchen had been cleaned, spotless, other than the bowl of pasta on the counter. All the pieces of tomatoes that were left behind from our little "war", had vanished. I glanced around the room, the table was set for two, a vase of roses laid between the two plates, that were filled with a hearty helping of pasta with a deep red sauce. I looked up at him and relieazed he had changed too, into a new white shirt and a dark pair of jeans, his messy brown hair was now combed and noticeably damp.

"How long was I gone?" I questioned, how was he able to do all this in 15 minutes?

He just laughed in response and made a gesture for me to sit down. I did as I was told. He placed two glasses of red wine on the table and sat down. His blue eyes watched me, eagerly. I relieazed he wanted me to try the dinner. This was different, nobody ever made dinner for me before. I toke a bite of a noodle and a warm sensation filled my mouth. It was good, no scratch that, it was amazing.

"So you weren't lying," I laughed, "You are a good cook."

His face noticeably brightened, "I told you!" He grinned, stuffing his mouth with the gourmet dinner as well.

"Buzz, How did you learn to cook like that?" I asked as I continued to eat.

"I had to learn to cook for my mom while she was sick," He paused, "and don't call me Buzz."

His smile turned into a cute frown. Cute? Why am I calling his frown cute? God, I really need to stop thinking all of these things about him, although they might be true, I am with Steven now, I can't just leave him for some unresolved feelings about I guy I loved 10 years ago. I barely know him, a lot has changed about me, a lot has probably changed about him too.

A thought dawned on me, Maybe I don't even know him at all anymore, for I could know he could be a physco killer, I mean the last I saw him, he was a 14 year old boy, and now he could be a 24 year old serial killer. Maybe I should have caught up with him more or at least have done a back round check before I invited him into my home. Nice, Chloe, Nice.

"Everything alright?" Jason questioned slowly, snapping me into reality.

I blinked slowly, and adverted my gaze to his blue eyes.

"You're not a serial killer, right?" I blurted out, without thinking. Shit, I did not just ask that!

The question brought amusement into his eyes. "I wouldn't say I am a serial killer, the last I killed someone was about a year ago, and its not really my fault, I mean the guy was asking for it," He smirked.