Loving Us

Chapter 15-Breakfast.

"Believe you can and you are halfway there." -Theodore Roosevelt

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It is a blissful morning. Driving my way to school, I smile at the thought that my grandma will be coming home next month- which make it thirty three more days to go. I am happy, much to my surprise, but I am still mad at her, for leaving without informing. Confusing, I know.

I am still not at the best term with Matthew. He has been leaving me messages, making calls and heck, even dropping by my house and knocking on my room. I have no idea as to why Sarah let him in. Much to my consent, he always leave after being ignored.

After going round a few corners and passing through several traffic lights, I arrive at school. I pull over at the parking lots and scurry out of my car. Just like usual, my car is only accompanied by several other cars since it's still quite early.

I make thumping noise as I enter the hallway. I put both my earbuds on and put some music on shuffle. Nodding my head along with the music, I can't help but make a mental note that I should be going to a concert or any music festival soon. Skimming my eyes around only some students are walking around the hallway including me.

Making a turn at a corner, I am about to continue forward until I am suddenly pull into an empty discussion room. It is completely dark and I can't figure out who just grabbed me by the arm.

"Hello?"

Nothing comes to my hearing but some quirky noise. The thought of Zavanna and her regular absurd prank crosses my mind.

"Zavanna, if you don't come out now and stop this, I will unfollow you on twitter."

I put my hands on my face in frustration at my lousy attempt at scaring her off. Zavanna always make a fuss about her hundreds of followers especially after she walked in my mum's runway show.

"Seriously, unfollowing me?" The deep voice echoes through the room.

Then, it dawns on me. No, that person is absolutely not her.

"Alexander?"

He nods right after he switches on the light, illuminating the dark room.

"What on Earth were you thinking? I was so scared."

He walks towards me, stopping until there is a mere distance between us. Not so close and yet no far or else my head will start spinning having to look at his beautifully-sculpted face at such closeness.

"I wanted to see you," he answers as a matter of fact, which leaves me dumfounded at his bluntness.

"Well, you could have said 'hi' at the hallway. Duh,"

Smacking my forehead in surprise, I laugh- a really big laugh.

"Since you have seen and indirectly bid me a good morning, I am leaving."

Tilting my head, gazing into his full-of-wonder eyes, I wave him goodbye. Well, that is until he stops me with a grab of my hand.

His palm was so warm, sending jolts of electric sparks on my bare skin. The traces make me wants to run my fingers on them. If I had seen this coming, I would have worn gloves to school.

Sratch this idiot, you're not having a crush at some random stranger again. I tell myself.

"I need to ask you something," with that, he let both my hand go. He sounds dead serious which excites me as to what he is about to say.

"Shoot."

"I was wondering if you would like to have breakfast with me.-"

Before he even finishes, I crack into a guffaw of laughter. My eyes get blurry as tears well up in my eyes and I clutch my stomach. This whole thing is freaking hilarious.

"What?" he narrows his eyes at me.

"What?" I reply.

He crosses his arm, looking more impatient than ever. My laugh dies down immediately.

"I never thought you're a gentleman. Did you even hear yourself?" I brush the tears off my eyes with the pad of my thumb.

"Reana," he warns me.

"Did you seriously go through all the trouble, pulling me into a room, scaring the hell out of me, just to ask to have breakfast? With me?" I ask in disbelief.

He just nods curtly, frustration and irritation oozing out of him. Oh lord, this guy has a crazy bipolar issue here.

"What if I say-" I fake thinking, scratching my chin as I dive deep in thoughts. "No?"

"You will not."

"Oh, believe me I will." The thrill excites me so much.

He runs his hand in his hair. I notice he does this every time his feathers gets ruffled.

"I want you to have breakfast with me, Reana," he demands. It's just time when the mood switches- a lighthearted to a dead serious one.

I ask. "Why do you have to be so demanding?"

"I can't believe you are being so difficult," he throws his hands up.

"I am not being difficult. I would have said yes if you asked with manners." He seems to just let my remark slips away as he regains his composure.

"Come on," he gestures towards the door.

"What are you doing?"

"Going to have breakfast, obviously."

"I am not coming with you," I say defensively.

"Let's go Reana, I just want to make it all up to you," he states. I melt at the sincerity his eyes display.

"What is there to make up?" I mumble incoherently. Flashes of the insults he has thrown at me wash over my mind and I realises that is what he is talking about.

"Just shut up and come with me," he takes my hand and guides me to the parking lot.