Chapter 4 | I Don't Want To Hear It...

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I got home and went straight upstairs to my room and slammed my door. I sat in my wardrobe for 15 minutes until I heard a knock on my door. I decided not to get it. 5 minutes later I heard my window slide open and that's when I started panicking. It could either be;
A) Chris coming to talk
Or
B) a burglar or murderer

Either way, I didn't want see any of them so I grabbed my baseball bat, and followed the shadow of the footsteps up to the door of my wardrobe. The door slowly opened to reveal, Chris. I knew what he wanted: to 'talk', but I don't want to hear it. "Bailee, can I talk to you about earlier?" He asks sounding sorry. "Fine, you can talk but I'm not listening"
I say annoyed "ok, let me rephrase that: can I talk to you about earlier and you listen?" He asks again with a grin appearing on his face. "Fine. But if I don't want to hear anymore, I'm blocking my ears and that's when you stop" I reply. "so when you appeared I looked at you while my friends were talking to me and I wasn't listening. So they started making fun of me and you saying we were 'love birds' and all and I wanted to say sorry for that. They shouldn't have done it and if you won't take that apology I'll get my friends in person to say sorry" he says with a meaningful stare at me. "Apology accepted"'I say. I get up and climb out of my window, Chris following, and we go out the back garden gate and onto another street. We have no idea where we are going until... "OMG ITS CHRIS LANZON! Ahhhhh!" That's when all the girls start running to him and I just walk backwards avoiding the crowd.

*10 minutes later*

I decided to let him do what a 'celebrity' does and leave him with his fans. I walk back home climb back up my window and lock it. I close my curtains and decide to go to bed early: 5:30pm. I never got up for dinner or to change out of my clothes. I was feeling sad and I wanted to be alone.

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