Nerd Chases The Hunk (COMPLETED)

21(Nerdine)

Hello to road1994 who is diligent in reading HHFN. 

How do you feel when staring into someone's eyes? If this question was asked eight years before, I would say awkward and uncomfortable, but it isn't. Today is not eight years before nor is it a few years after. Today is simply the present when I am lying on my sides and facing the only man I ever invested so many emotions.

I am not thinking of any or doing something in particular but I am crazily contented and happy. I am simply lying still while staring into my most favorite sight-Bolt's eyes. I could not afford to utter a word because I might disrupt this rare moment of satisfaction and happiness. I see his mouth twitches as if he had something to say but I abruptly placed my finger on his lips to prevent words from coming out.

He kisses my finger while staring intently into my eyes and says " I have learned to love you in a short time."

I gasped in overflowing happiness and couldn't believe that I already heard the words I most want to hear. A tear slides on my cheeks which symbolize that all the risks, pain and sacrifices are now paid off.

Bolt wipes my tear and moves closer to kiss me while I wait for his lips like a beauty queen waiting for her crown to land on her head. I wait, wait and wait.

I frown. What is taking the kiss so long? I open my eyes to see what's wrong and realized that everything is wrong. The room is dark and I am on the floor with nothing on except for a blanket.

"Bolt," I called out.

No answer

It was all just a dream. A beautiful dream.

I stop for a while and recall what happened.

Right! He came home and we shared the night in this living room before I fell asleep but where is he?

I get up to look for Bolt and found him sleeping like a dead man in his bedroom.

Great! He didn't even bother to pick me up or at least wake me up.

Sighing, I return to the living room which has become my room ever since I got married. I tuck myself in the couch and close my eyes, hoping that the beautiful dream would again visit me but it never did until I woke up by the disruption of the sun's rays over the window.

"Good morning," the deep voice of Bolt greets me.

"Yeah," I say in response before I get up to go to the bathroom to fix myself. I do not want to converse with Bolt with my newly awake face and my morning breath.

I look myself in the mirror and feel ungrateful of my beauty. Why do some women wake up looking fresh and radiant while I wake up with shiny face, swollen eyes and frizzy hair. Life is really unfair.

knock knock

"Yes?" I shout behind the bathroom door.

"We need to go to the site at 10 am," Bolt announces.

"Copy," I say and move under the shower. I clean myself quickly and put a high waist skinny jeans paired with a white cotton long sleeve shirt.

"Did you eat already?" I ask Bolt while drying my hair with a towel.

"Just coffee," he answers without looking at me.

I walk towards him to meet his eyes and say "What do you want to eat?"

"Anything you will prepare," he answers still not meeting my eyes.

I hold his face and rotate it to face me "Why can't you look at me?"

"Who says I can't look at you?" He snarls and looks at me fiercely.

We stare into each other's eyes like in my dream. The only difference is his eyes are not clouded with soft emotion like what I imagined of. It's full of ferocity and seriousness. To cut his deadly stare, I move forward to give his lips a smack with my own lips before I utter my greeting of "my way of saying good morning".

I quickly turn around to face the counter and cook breakfast while Bolt goes to his bedroom.

After thirty minutes, I finished cooking and call Bolt. We ate silently and lock the condo before we left to the parking lot.

I glance at Bolt who is beside me inside the elevator.

"How many hectares are the site for the mall?" I inquire.

No response. Silence

"Okay, you don't want to talk to me," I say.

"I get it." I continue.

"But why?" I ask again.

He looks at my reflection in front of the elevator and moves his head to the side as a sign of annoyance and for me to shut up. Seeing that gesture, I quickly shut my head and bow my head until we reach the parking lot. I follow him silently to his car.

Bolt enters his car as if I don't exist. Well, I don't really mind because I am used to being independent and alone. For my whole life, no one really shows affection and care for me except Oreo and Zack. Actually, they are not really counted because I have never acknowledged their kindness to me because it might lead to false hopes.

My thoughts are cut off when the passenger seat's door is lock. I try to nudge it again but it really is lock.

I am about to order Bolt to please open the door when the car window slides down, revealing the naughty face of Bolt.

"Forgetting what you have said before nerd?" He toys with me.

Confused, I did not say anything and frown as I try to recall my memory.

"You said that you would never ride in my car ever, remember?" He teases me.

Oh right! I said that because I don't want him to catch flu under the rain. That was after our first lovemaking and before I was hospitalized.

I open my mouth to say something but the car speedily screeches which leaves me no choice but to let go of the car door. 

I am left sympathetically with a problem how am I supposed to go to the site? I don't even know where it is and I don't have a car. Worst, I don't know how to drive. 

Bolt is really something. He wants to play the game, I'll let him play it but I will never let him win.