Heart Trouble (EDITING)

Me Being, I Guess, Me

~ Hale’s POV ~

All of a sudden without any warning, without any knock on the door, someone opened it. I overreacted, turning around in my chair, standing half up, blocking the computer monitor, and pushing off my beats, landing them somewhere on the wooden ground. The action sent my heart pumping like a train on railway tracks and my breath rough.

Layla stood there next to the almost completely opened door with her hand still on the knob. I could see her cheeks turn a deep red seeing me kinda of in a crouch position with my ass hovering over the chair.

“I-I’m sorry for interrupting whatever you’re doing. J-just a th-thought But ar-are you w-watching… ah… how you say it… uh… p-p-porn?,” she asked and the pace of her words quickened, “Wait. Never mind! Never mind! I’m sorry! Forget that last comment. I’m so sorry! Good night!”

She slammed the door close and escaped without giving me any chance to defend myself. Due to the unprecedented visit, I was caught off guard. Completely stunned. I looked back and the article that started the rumor about me and Layla still flashed on the screen. 

Unintentionally, my face grew hot and I shook my head side to side, chuckling to myself. I wondered if it was my position that made her suggest such a thing because it did point to that direction. Although it did, she could’ve said something else that did not relate along the lines of a male’s guilty pleasures. 

Above anything, I felt a bit angry. Was this how average she thought of me? Along with this feeling of frustration, I punched the wall. Hard. So hard there was a new dent and my knuckles slightly bled.

~ Layla’s POV ~

I barely jogged down the hall when I heard a bang. I looked back and wondered what made that sound. A strange chill overcame me and goosebumps ran down my back as I walked back to my room. Moments after, the door to my room burst open. Nothing but Hale’s flaring nostrils hinted that he was angry. My heart skipped a beat and I jumped. I quickly recollect myself.

“Do you have a phone?” He asked monotone and came a little more like a command than a question.

“No.” I answered immediate. 

It was much like a private answering to a Sergeant.

“I’ll get you one. You will answer my calls before the third ring and do what I tell you to without any questions starting tomorrow till a month has passed. This is my first favor.”

“Like a slave?”

“I wouldn’t put it that way. I call it an assistant. I’m sure you’ll get your new phone by tomorrow morning.” A hint of amusement flashed across his face but disappeared as swiftly as it had appeared.

“What if I don’t answer by the third ring?”

“Then a day will be added.”

“Oh.” It was all could murmur.

He left the room after he gave his orders. His cold words made my heart drop into a deep ditch, a very deep ditch I might add. It’ll take some time to retrieve it back. 

After a few seconds passed and I craned my neck out the door checking if anyone was outside. I took a deep breath and sighed. Today was hard. As they say, a blessing could also be a curse.

I briefly wished for my mom when I remembered I didn’t call mt parents. Crap. Crap. Oh well. Since I was already in deep poop, why not stay in it? I was in no mood to really talk right then either. 

My sucky mood didn’t allow me to fall asleep even with the heavenly soft mattress so I secretly crept downstairs after I thought everyone was asleep. Usually when someone is sulking, they would drink alcohol but according to what happend yesterday, it was labeled as a big no no for me. Instead, I drank orange juice that I discovered in the refrigerator.