Douleur (boyxboy)

Chapter 4

"—for a while" I heard Patrick's voice. He must be home.

"—sure?" Another voice spoke. This voice sounds familiar. Nathan. Shit! Why is he here?

"Oh? You are? He told you didn't he?"

His presence alone makes me mad, uncomfortable, and awkward. Why does he have to be here? Mother and Father in heaven, help me.

"Welcome home" I greeted Patrick and rolled my eyes at Nathan. He pisses me off.

I took Patrick's bag and placed it on a vacant chair. They both sat on the sofa and talk about something that I don't know and I don't want to know. Why does Patrick know a person like him? The atmosphere, for me, is getting so awkward, and for them it's light.

"Oh, by the way, Alex, Nathan is going to eat here" Patrick spoke.

What the hell?! Him? Eat? Here?! Why?! So that's what they were talking about earlier? He is rich, that's for sure, and he can just buy something or eat at a fancy restaurant. But why the heck would he eat here?!

I started cooking and focused only on cooking. I can hear the both of them laughing. And why are their voices so loud? Well, Nathan's voice is much louder than Patrick's, he's must be doing that on purpose. He did that to make me feel more uncomfortable.

"I'll go change my clothes for a while then I'll be back" Patrick said.

He'll go change. He will go change. That means there are only a Nathan and an Alexander in one room, but he is too far away from me. Good. I don't want any trouble right now. Even though Patrick's not yet here, trouble would be the last thing I want to get involved right now. Just act normal. Act normal, even though the guy that pisses you off is right in front of you. Keep calm Alexander; don't let your madness control you.

I took the plates and three pairs of spoon and fork and set it on the table. Patrick is not yet here; I should call him and leave this asshole in here. I went to his room and knocked on his door, twice. I was about to knock again and he opened the door with a phone on his right hand. He held the phone away from us.

"You and Nathan go ahead; I am currently in an important phone call okay?" He asked and I nodded at him. He rarely get the "important phone calls", maybe his work is really getting serious.

I went to the table and sat on the chair, while Mr. Oh-so-great is using his cell. Maybe girls chase him, not to mention some guys. He really is handsome; it's like when you see him you can't stop staring at him, that kind of handsome. His ash black hair, his long nose, his broad shoulders, his piercing black eyes, the way his lips curve to a smile is lovely, too. His posture really shows that he is from a rich family, his manners—nope, just looking at him you can see a person who has achieved many things.

His lips turned into a smirk, and then his head slowly tilted to turn to me.

"Um... Patrick said we should um. Eat ahead" I stuttered. Wait. He knew I was staring at him, well I wasn't really staring, and I was studying his features. But of course he doesn't know that, besides I don't even want him to know that.

"Sure. We should eat ahead" His voice is practically teasing but kill me now if I fell for it. He maybe good lucking but no one knows I don't like this guy.

He stood up and sat on the chair opposite to mine. He is wearing a white long-sleeved polo with an ash black necktie. We began to eat as soon as he was able to get his part of the food. I cooked stew this evening.