A New Maid And A Beautiful Bachelor Don't Mix!

A New Maid and a Beautiful Bachelor Don't Mix :[22]: Sick and Awkward Mornings

Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I was going brain dead from this weekend and a few seconds ago it wouldn't let me post D:

Now there's 453 fans! I'm surprised by this and the story's popularity. When I first started posting on this site I never thought I'd get over a thousand views and have fans. So I can say that I'm shocked when I started seeing the number 74,000 reads and 2,000 votes. Thank you too all the new and old fans, I cherish the votes and comments you leave and if there's anyone one recommending this or other stories, I thank you especially from the bottom of my heart!

I read all the comments in the last chapter, there might be a chance that a fight will go down in the next chapter. I'll see but who knows. ;]

PS: I'm going to edit later, seeing that I need to fix words and such but that will wait seeing that my editor is busy at the moment. :p

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"Will you stop leaning on me." I hiss briskly, feeling my face heat up as I chop another vegetable. I stifle a cough, hoping the person beside me wouldn't notice.

Waking up was a pain this morning. The instance my eyes had met the blinding rays of the sun; I wince at the sheer force of it. It was as though someone in the heavens knew how sensitive I was to the morning light and decided to make it extra bright. Lucky me.

Yet, despite my sore muscles and the hellish light that fluttered through my window, I was able to reach my bathroom in order to bathe and brush my teeth. I groaned though when I come upon my horrible reflection, clearly seeing that I was sick. The color in my face was a slightly flushed while my eyes seemed to barely keep open due to their sudden weight. I was even amazed on how I manage to get to the public bus as I slightly drag my body in order to attend to my education.

I had hoped that school would help my lifeless form to brighten up a bit but it seemed that Janet deiced to stay home. This of courses struck me as odd. The girl never missed a day of school...at least not in this life anyway. Sure she probably had chicken pocks like the rest of us as kids but she always managed to make it before the bell even rang. I even tried calling the girls cell, but to my surprise I got the answering machine. In the end, I just hope that my friend was ok, seeing that this wasn't like her.

Hearing a pot whistle in the distance, I quickly shake my head form earlier events and step back into the present. It was a good thing that I had taken medicine this morning, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to keep up with my work.

"I told you that I would help." Dagan remarks, ignoring my comment and clearly not getting the meaning of personal space as he reaches up to a cabinet that was just above my head. Now I wouldn't have minded helping him get whatever object that he so desperately needed...but this was ridiculous. If anything, he has been doing this just to get on my last nerve.

"Well leaning isn't helping." I comment sourly, chopping the veggies with force. I was lucky it didn't accidently cut my own fingers with the massacre of the carrots.

"You're in the way." He snorts, watching as I took out my frustration upon the food. He probably just assumes that I was going through a mood swing.

"I'm 5,4, how the hell am I in the way?" I raise a brow, finding it hard to believe that my height had to do with anything. This man towers over me, how can I possibly be in the way. From the corner of my eye I can see Dagan roll his blue eyes before giving me a shrewd glance.

"It's the darn skirt of yours, remove it." He retorts, grabbing the fabric of my skirt as I blush instantly.

"Excuse me?!" I hiss, feeling my voice raise an octave as spin around to face the man.