My Rules

chapter 37

Hello! Welcome to this world full of chickens and love!

Sorry for not updating guys!

I had a test week and I needed to study the entire time!

And ohyeah, I did freakin' 3 hours over this bad chapter!

Anyways... ENJOYYYYY

Media: leonetta picture, because we didnt see this picture for a while now...

Song: little did you know -nightcore version- because I think it's way better than the normal version

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Martina Stoessek POV

"I love you"

His words rang in my ears as my head snapped up, I swear I could hear a crack comming from it, meeting his eyes to see if he was joking, but I coudnt find a thing that showed he wasnt  serious.

"No" I whispered regretting that I came here. He coudnt love me, I woudnt believe it. Not now, not ever. He was just tired and didnt know what he was saying "Jorge, you're sleep drunk" I stated "lets get you to bed" I turned to the side to leed him to his bed when he grabbed my wrist and spinned me back to the position I was in.

"I'm not sleep drunk, Martina" a hurtfull expression drew on his face "why cant you just accept the fact that I love you?" he asked his voice croacked as I regretted looking at him. How could this guy change his mind so fast? Yesterday, he was cross with me and hated me and now he is saying he loves me.

"Jorge, your mother is in a hospital, okey? You dont think straight" I cupped his cheek "you hate me, Jorge. I think you made that clear" I said as he pushed my hand of my face

"I'm fucking serious!" he said, well more like screamed "fucking hell, Martina! I'm telling you I love you and you are thinking that I'm sleep drunk or crazy?!" he took a step to my, his face dangerously close to mine "well I'm sorry, Martina, to crush your dreams. But I fucking know what I'm telling you" he slid his tongue over his lips, moistrising them. His beautifull plush lips that are so-

Snap out of it Martina! He is fucking telling you some serious things and you are only thinking about how beautifull his lips are!

But damn their just... WOW

"Jorge" I whimpered at the agressive state he was in. His chest was moving up and down and if eyes could burn, they shurely would be flames. "What do you want me to do?" I asked as he looked at me like I grew a second head

"You are asking me what you should do?" he asked as I nodded which made him chuckle humorlessly "oh, Martina" he stopped and looked at me "thats all for you to decide" he lifted a hand to grab a strand of my hair, fiddling with it as his attantion turned to the piece of my messy hair

"But what if I would let you decide?" his eyes kept his place on my strand of hair as he tugged it behind my ear and then letting his gaze flow over my face as it stopped when his gaze met mine

"You wont" the corners of his lips tugged up in a small smile "because I cant decide with who you fall in love with"

And he was right, he cant decide with who I fall in love with. But if we are being honest, neather can I. If I coukd decide I would make myself fall in love with a sweet, cute, carring, un-murderer guy. The guy Jorge was when I didnt know anything about his past.

"Jorge" his hand cupped my cheek "I dont know what to do" I leaned in his touch and closed my eyes

"You dont have to decide right now, Martina. You habe the time of the world" I fluttered my eyes open to see him pull his hand back and take a step backwards " I can wait, and if you fall for someone else. He better be good for you"