the worst guy

chapter 9

naomi's pov

i slowly ate my pizza, watching donald walk out of the door. i really hope he wasn't planning on leaving us here, he seemed pretty pissed. at me. but i was pissed too.

nice going naomi, make the man that you're staying with mad. i mean, i didn't ask him to stand up for me, i know he probably meant well, but i just didn't want justin to murder him. justin is just known for being physical.. he doesn't like to work things out. i don't care about justin, but he has a bad temper. like me. i guess that's why we were together AND why we broke up. being the same in the relationship doesn't work out well, but is also pretty great at times. but they do say opposites attract.

"where's don going, man? what happened?" chance said, chewing and talking at the same time. he was already on his third slice.

"i guess he just needed some air." i said, trying to be calm about the situation, when inside i was mad and also upset. i should go out and talk to him, but knowing him, i know he had to be pretty mad to just storm out like that.

"well, he's missing out on this pizza. this shit is good." marcus said, also grabbing his third slice.

i sighed quietly. i grabbed a slice of pizza, and set it on a different plate, while getting up. i know he's hungry, there's no reason why i shouldn't bring him the food that he actually paid for.

i walked towards the exit, seeing donald in his car. i hesitated, thinking that i shouldn't do it, because he did act like an asshole for a moment there. but part of me knew i was acting like a bitch, not that much though.

i sighed, and walked out of the door and started walking to his car. he was looking down at something, probably his phone. i just tapped on the passengers door with my fingers, "can we talk?" i said, softly.

"i don't know if you can, but you may." he said, not looking up from his phone. he was so cute when he was angry.

i hurriedly got into the car, aware that it was getting colder outside. i held out the plate with the slice of pizza on it in front of him. he just stared at it for a moment, and then took the plate, and set it in his lap. he lifted the pizza to his mouth and took a bite.

"donald, you know i didn't really mean what i said. you know we all say-"

"yeah, yeah. we all say shit we don't mean, i've heard this too many times before." he said, eating the pizza. he hasnt made eye contact with me since i got in the car. i wanted him to look at me, but then again i didn't. his eyes hypnotized me in a way. he's such a distraction, a huge distraction.

i sigh loudly. "donald, please don't be like this."

"i'm not being like anything." he said, in defense, finally looking up at me.

i looked at him and just sat there, i looked down at my lap. "i'm sorry i ruined our date." i sounded like a little kid. begging for forgiveness.

all of a sudden, i felt his fingers lifting my head up to look at him. "don't worry about it, naomi." he smiled sincerely.

just his simple touch did something to me, my body was tingling all over. this is what he does to me. everything about him was so beautiful to me. his deep voice, his charming smile, the way he pouts and his eyebrows wrinkle when he's mad or confused. just being around him these few days have made me analyze him much more.

he reached down to grab my hand, and squeezed it, looking at me. "shall we go back in?" he said.

i nod, trying not to smile like an idiot. i was 23 years old, an adult, but he made me feel like a 16 year old girl that's young and in love for the very first time. hell, he even gave me butterflies. why all of a sudden did i feel so shy around him after all of this time? i guess i'm realizing his effect on me.