For The Little Palms

Chapter 3

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He pulls me into the elevator and nervously pushes the 3 button, over and over again like a little child. I roll my eyes and lean at the wall. He doesn't give me a look, I feel like his worthless puppy, doing whatever hell he wants me to do.

Underdog really, he must be the alfa.

We exit the elevator and he opens my door like he lives here. He pulls me inside harshly and I stumble towards the kitchen counter. He closes the door and locks them, putting the key in his pocket.

Has he trapped me or something?

Wow, that guy is creepy.

He looks creepy, he acts creepy, he's probably just escaped the mental hospital. And he should really get back or i'm gonna freak out.

I stand on place, gripping the counter and trying not to fall to the ground. I follow him with my eyes as he looks around my place. He passes me and opens the cabinet above my head to take out the coffee cup.

He smirks at me and pokes my ribs. I jump away and place my palm over the spot. His so rude, I don't think I'll live long anymore. He's probably gonna poke and pull me to death.

»Nice place.«

Oh, and he's also sarcastic.

He laughs and I roll my eyes.

I really want to yell at him and kill him and call the police but somehow my personality won't let me do it.

If I only was on outside as I am on inside.

Fearless, determinate, rude, sarcastic badass girl with a bad language.

Instead, I'm shy and quiet, only saying the proper things and keeping shit to myself.

»What's your name?« he asks and leans on the counter on the opposite side of me. He has a cup of coffee in his hand and he picks another one up, pushing it into my arms. I hope he didn't poison it.

»Stella.« I quietly reply and watch his lips curve into a smile.

»Stella the star.« he mocks but I ignore him and continue my emotionless action of staring at the dirty counter.

»It suits you though« he adds and I smile shyly.

»your eyes sparkle like the stars.« he dramatically lifts his free hand in the air.

Yeah, it's probably the tears, I'm bruised because of you, dick head.

I put the cup to my lips and take a sip. The coffee is disgusting, there is too much sugar and too much milk in it so I place it back to the counter. My eyes drift to the guy, he's looking trough the window so I take my time to study him.

He's about a foot taller than me, the fact that makes me fear him even more. His hair is brown and pushed up, making him look even taller. His arms holds few tattoos, I don't understand the meaning of all of them but they let me know he's a thoughtful guy.

And a creep, my inter voice throws in.

He's very muscular, he must be working out a lot. His style is casual, jeans and a shirt, just like every other guy in town, but it looks kinda better on his muscles.

What?

»quit staring.«

I look back into his caramel eyes but quickly look away and blush.

His accent is english, what is he doing in New York?

We stand in silence again, and I'm starting to think silence it's even worse than yelling. It's so awkward.

I stumble over my legs to get to the bathroom. I lock the door multiple times and breathe in deeply, trying to relax.

He better have a pretty good damn reason to be here, trapping me in my own apartment.

I take my clothes off and step into the shower. I let the hot water run down my body and I close my eyes when I feel my muscles relax. It feels so good, I forget about the time and stand there until there is no longer any warm water.

I step out of the shower and put on leggings and over sized T-shirt. I pull a brush over my hair few times and step out, bumping into him.

»It was about the time« he rolls his eyes and pushes me away with his shoulder, stepping inside of the bathroom.

»Move« he coldly says when I stand between the door frames. I move a sep back and watch him pull his shirt over his head, just before he shuts the door closed.

I shake my head and step back into kitchen, to get some proper coffee.

I down a large cup of it to despise hunger and walk over to sit on the couch. I turn on the TV but my thoughts are with mysterious creep in my bathroom.

Let's call him Anonymous?

I jump on my feet as I feel his presence from behind my back. He laughs and throws himself on the coach, his long body taking all of it.

I roll my eyes and head to my bedroom. I lay on the bed and fall asleep after long, exhausting thinking.

***

I groan into the pillow and pull the blanket over my head. Sun is burning my eyes even when they're closed.

What the fuck, sun in november.

After rolling over the entire kingsized bed, I decide it's time to get up. I kick the blankets on the ground and jump over them.

I spy over the kitchen in search for the creep, but I can't see him. I sigh in relief and walk to the kitchen. I want to take the cup from the cabinet when I see a bright yellow paper on the counter.

'Wen't out, don't even think about jumping trough window.

Xx, Liam.' It says.

So, Liam.

My mouth falls open, almost touching the floor. What does he think he is?! He can't tell me what to and what not to do!

I run to the front door and violently shake the handle.

Locked.

You have got to be kidding me.

I run back to my room and grab the phone from the night sand, I find my mom's contact and click the call button.

»Stella?« she sounds surprise.

»Mom?« My voice is high pitched and panicked.

»honey, what's wrong?« she asks, worry clear in her soft voice.

»umm so there's this guy and well he kinda locked me and he's really creepy...« I stop my explaining when I hear the key turning in the door.

»I gotta go« I tell my mom and decline her.

I go back to the living room and find him in the middle of the space, big black bag hanging from his right shoulder.

Is he moving in or something?!

»Liam?« my words are quiet, almost a whisper but he hears me and turns around, dropping the bag to the floor.

He raises he's eyebrow and questionably looks at me.

He smiles gently but ruins it by talking.

»What?« he says harshly and and kicks the bag to the wall.

»Nothing« I can hardly hear my own words and I look to the ground.