Him and Him and Him... -Book One- {{COMPLETE}}

Chapter Thirty-Eight.

After getting changed, i quickly combed through my hair. It was natuarlly straight, so there wasn't a need to straighten it. As i was fixing my hair and applying a little bit of makeup on, i clenched my jaw tightly.

I didn't even act drunk! And how do they know that Frankie really loves me!?

I groaned a little too loudly as i slammed my brush onto the dressing table, making the little perfume bottles jump lightly. I sat down on the stool next to the table as i clenched my jaw tightly, my teeth grinding as i wanted to just end my life.

Before i even got a chance to think about anything else, i heard someone knock on the door. I didn't know if i should open the door, or if i should just leave it. But yet again, i thought carefully. If i opened the door, it might be Frankie. Even worse, it might be Margret - probably wanting to kick me out the house for "putting something" into Frankie's drink. But on the other hand, if i left the door unanswered, it could be Frankie, and he could walk in and do something stupid.

In the end, i finally decided to open the door. Not because of my responsible choices, but because of the person who kept knocking on the door loudly.

"What?!" i shouted loudly as i flung open the door, and i was right. It was Frankie.

Although, he wasn't looking as normal as he was looking two days ago. His eyes were red..and i realised he had been crying.

"Hey..whats the--" i was about to finish my sentance but i got cut off by him bringing his hand up, his eyes were piercing through my eyes.

At first, i thought he was going to stroke my cheek. Well, he kind of stroked my cheek, before slapping it hard.

My hands flung to my face as i rubbed my cheek and glared at him, he opened his lips to begin shouting, but i cut him off by..

Slapping him on the face back.

"What did you do that for? Bitch." he muttered under his breath as he glared at me. I didn't answer him as i looked him in the eyes for a while, and i expected some kind of threat but instead..he started laughing.

I raised an eyebrow, and before i knew it i finally realised boy his laugh was contagious.

In no time, we were both laughing, hugging onto each other as we acted stupid. It was like the day i was kidnapped, where me and Rico couldn't stop laughing.

But after a while, he stopped laughing. And i gradually stopped laughing too. He looked me in the eyes before parting his lips and speaking the words.

"You ripped it."

I looked at him and moaned as i tugged on his arm, pretending i was drunk as i was trying to act how he was last night, when he was drunk. And i mean proper drunk drunk.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked as he pushed me off of him gently, his eyebrow raised. 

"I'm acting you." i said back as i let go of his arm, not acting stupid anymore. He looked at me before making a haha-not-so-funny look.

"I don't act that way at all" he said as he dusted down his shirt, probably trying to impress me or make me fall for him. But it didn't work at all.

I laughed a little at his comment. Did he think he was still cool, even when he was drunk? Boy, this guy was god damn stupid.

"The way you acted when you were drunk last night" i said inbetween my laughs. I clutched my stomach as i realised i was starting to laugh harder. He continued to stare at me before he shook his head, almost as if he was ending one of his daydreams.

I expected him to start laughing with me again, but he didn't this time. He looked at me, his eyes piercing into my eyes. And the only words he spoke were.

"We need to talk."