the worst guy

chapter 20

donald's pov

naomi is asleep on my chest. she's been like this for an hour or so. one thing me and her had in common, we both loved sleep but liked staying up late.

but who doesn't love sleep?

just watching her lay on my chest peacefully sleeping makes me fall in love with her even more. the simplest actions she does, whether she knows it or not, makes me smile.

i run my fingers through her hair, smiling to myself. i decide to pick up her, bridal style and carry her to my room, so she can sleep better.

i open the door to my room, with my knee. i walk in slowly, placing naomi on my bed. she was such a gorgeous soul.

i look out of the window, seeing chance and marcus watching namiko. i smiled to myself, seeing how well they all get along. they were like her big brothers.

i leaned down, kissing naomi on the forehead.

i smiled at myself, closing the door behind me as i walked out.

then i heard a knock on the door.

i groaned to myself, not wanting to be bothered with anyone. i decided not to answer it, hoping that whoever it was would go away. i was just that big of an asshole.

but they kept knocking.

and knocking.

and knocking.

to the point where it gave me a migraine.

i sighed, giving up and walking to the door, opening it.

i should've shut it as soon as i saw who it was.

"why didn't you answer the first time, you hoe?"

"why are you here?" i say, sounding dead.

"i can't come to visit you, babe?"

"don't call me babe. why are you here?"

"stop acting like that!" as she pushed my chest and pushed through and walked inside.

"no, rebecca. get out. i really don't-"

"what do you like so much about her that you don't see in me? you always said that i was the most perfect girl in the world!" she says, adjusting her sunglasses on her forehead.

"guys lie. people lie. its a sad world. please leave."

"you can't force me to." she says, grinning.

"you're really psychotic. you don't know when to quit." i say, grabbing her arm and pulling her to the door.

"donald, wait." she says, as i let her arm go.

i wonder what she's going to lie about.

"i'm sorry, but naomi isn't who she says she is, i've heard some shit about her." rebecca says, looking down and shaking her head.

"please get out, i don't have ti-"

"she's only with you for your money, donald. don't you think it's strange how she came to you, out of all people, when she needed help?"

i try not to think about what she's asked me. she has a point. no she doesn't.. naomi wouldn't use me for my money. certainly not that. naomi loves me. well, she says she does. and i believe her. she would never do something as twisted as that.