The Question Is...

Chapter 4: This Pillow Will Be The Death Of Him!

Can I just say, I've always hated being the new girl. Always. Yes, I know, in this case I'm not necessarily 'new', but that's what it feels like. All day I had people pestering me. 'Where have you been?', 'What have you been up to?', 'Why did you leave?', 'Where did you study?', blah blah blah.

I. Don't. Care. About. Your. Freaking. Questions!

But hey, guess when you leave everything behind for a year, when you return it all comes rushing back... Apparently.

Lucy helped me get some people off my back, however, Daniel was the one person she couldn't get rid of. The glares he'd give me walking past him in the halfway, or at lunch were petrifying enough to kill a man. I did my best to look away though of course. Doesn't mean that stopped him though. I could feel him burning a hole in the back of my head like he had lasers for eyes.

Too bad he ain't no superman.

Okay, yeah... Bad joke.

You know, I don't know why he hates me so much. If anything, he should hate his da- father. No, he doesn't deserve to be called a dad. Not after what he did to him... And what he did to me.

But that's not a topic id rather think about now.

Instead I pick up a book, my favourite book to be more precise. The title of 'The Fault In Our Stars'. I know, I know, such a stereotypical girly book to pick just cause of the romance. But it's not for the romance, maybe... Just a bit... Okay, partly but that's not the point. I love it for the way it's written and how real the characters seem and it just shows so much passion can be expressed between two people. Even better, the lengths that Hazel and Augustus go through for each other, putting aside their own problems, issues and illnesses.

Sorry, I'm babbling on now.

I sit cross legged on my bed, book in my hands as I start to re-read it for the 8th time this year. I get half through the first chapter before standing up open my window. When I sit down I hear footsteps walking up the stairs to my balcony.

My paranoia getting to me before anything else, I grab my pillow ready to knock out the attacker with my weapon of steel... Fluffy, and, feathery steal. As soon as my opponent steps into my room I instantly trip them over, making them fall to the ground. I decide this is my chance, so I stand with one leg either side of them and I strike.

I repeatedly whack the pillow at their head, during the process they ask me to stop countless times and then the grab the other end of my weaponry and held it still.

That's when I realized... It's him.

"Daniel?!" I cried out with a mix of shock, anger and confusion. I stared at him with pure hatred, not knowing what to do.

"Can you please just calm down and listen to what I have to say now? I was just a little angry earlier and just please... Here me out?" He sighed, his bright blue eyes swallowing me whole and I can see the genuine guilt and worry in them. He should feel guilty. It was partly his fault. He left me alone to deal with everything, then just today, dared to ask me why I was back! So you know what, sod the sorry eyes, this pillow will be the death of him!

So I hit him with it, again, and again, and again, and again. Until eventually e pulled a tight grip on it and yanked it forward, pulling me along with it, leading me to land on top of him.
Why?! Why God?! Why do this to me, you know I can't stand being to close to him! Why?!

His lips curve into a slight smirk and instantly I know what he's about to say, one of two things and...
"Guess you just couldn't get enough, could you?"
Bingo.

I roll my eyes, trying to pry myself off of him but he grips onto my waist holding me hostage.

"Let me go Di!" I yell, then suddenly paused, realizing what I had just said. I cringe slightly and the nickname I had just used and attempt to lift myself off him one more time before he rolls me to the side so he's now on top of me.

His smirk just gets worse and he leans down close, his breath catching on my neck and he whispers in my ear something that only makes me feel worse about what I just said. "I take it that by my old name, you missed me too.Am I right or am I right?"

I finally push him away from me and stand on both feet again before glaring at him whilst he makes a pose on the floor, his left elbow beneath him with his head in his hand, meanwhile his other is on his hip and his right leg bent, though the other is flat on the floor. I roll my eyes at this and walk pass him towards my bed, kicking his right knee down in the process and he turns his head to face me. He looks at me with a look of 'shock' and moves the hand that was originally on his hip to his chest to resemble a wound on his heart.

I sit down before gesturing for him to sit in front of me. "I thought you wanted to say something?" I question, slightly bitter.

To this he almost immediately stands and walks to sit and the first few words he says start with 'I missed you'... But no matter what, they were nothing as bad as the last.