99 Days of Kindness [Working Title]

Part 3

Day 1 Continued

Connor ran after Cabel. Angie and I ran after them. We all end up outside the building. Cabel stands by his car with butchered lips and impatient of Connor's talking.

"How long are you going to keep this stupid act up?" Connor shouted angrily to him.

"How about yourself? What the fuck were you trying to do by bringing me here?" Caleb yells back

"To get you over her! She's moved on, Caleb. Get over it! You can't go hitting every person who looks happy!"

"Fuck you Connor and your whores," Caleb says before he gets into his car, slams the door shut and drives away. Connor hits the sidewalk in frustration. I hold Angie's arm in worry. She walks over to hug Connor while I stand speechless. I look to the dark road ahead that Caleb drove into. I didn't know a broken heart could make someone have so much anger. I actually...pitied him. Whoever the girl was, she really did hurt him.

"I'm sorry, Mila. I didn't mean to make you see him like that," Connor says with guilt.

"Don't apologize. It's not your fault. It doesn't look like its his fault either..." I whisper the latter, but from Connor's soft chuckle they must have heard what I said.

"Even with him acting liking an asshole, you can still say that. This is why I asked Angie to ask for your help, you really do try to see the goodness of people."

I give a small smile back, but I can't help but think about Caleb. I don't think it is okay to leave him alone when he's so mad like that. Something bad could happen with a bad temper like what I just saw.

"C'mon. Let's take you home, Mila. He must have traumatized you already," Angie suggests while she holds onto Connor's arm.

I shake my head.

"I can take the cab. I know you guys want to stay longer."

"Are you sure, Mila? We can take you home. We don't mind. We asked you to come in the first place anyways."

I shake my head again.

"I'm really okay with taking a cab, but Connor..."

"Hm?"

"Can you give me Caleb's address?

They both look at each other confused by my sudden request.

"Why do you want his address?" Angie asks.

"It's not good to leave a sad person alone. It makes them more lonely. Plus, he looks like he bled a lot..."

They widen their eyes at my response.

...

I stand in front of the door to Caleb's apartment from the address Connor gave me. I look down at the text he sent to double check that I am at the right place. My heart is racing. I acted so brave telling Angie and Connor that I was going to find Caleb, but I honestly didn't know what I was doing here. What am I going to do? Talk to him? Calm him down? Tell him not to be so angry? To heal his wounds my inner voice tells me. Right. Heal his wounds. His physical wounds, of course. I take a deep breath before I knock his door. There's no answer so I try again. I try one more time. Still no answer. I decide to pound a little harder. I must of used all my might because when he does finally open the door, I fumble over a little. Good thing I caught myself in time. He has an annoyed face on.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he asks.

I clear my throat and give a small, nervous smile.

"Um, to.. get.. an apology!" I say. It makes me even more nervous. I didn't mean to say that, but the words just slipped out of my mouth. I wasn't entirely wrong, however, I did want an apology. He stares blankly at me like he doesn't care.

"For what? Don't think I was wrong back there, flower girl."

I scoff. He's angering me even more, but I mentally calm myself and continue.

"Well, don't you think you were a little mean back there to my friend and I? Just because someone is as beautiful as us, doesn't mean they are all 'escorts'." I make quotation marks with my hands when I say escorts. "If you don't want to take back what you said about me, at least take it back about Angie. I mean, she's your best friend's girlfriend after all."

He just rolls his eyes and starts to close the door, but I stop.

"Hold on!" I shout and block the door from closing.

It was moments like these that I blessed my short height. I take a quick glance at him. He looks confused, but I duck under his arms and run past him in lightning speed.

"What the hell's wrong with you? Get out of my apartment," he shouts angrily.

"Well, I'm not going to leave until I get an apology first."

I back up while facing him. He's walking faster towards me.

"I swear, you're gonna wish I really hit you with my car back then!"

"Like you said, you didn't so here I am!"

It might have been a bad idea to respond. He looks even more irritated and charges towards me. I start running around his apartment in fear of my life. I forget about the fact that I'm wearing a long, flowing dress and continue running.

"If you don't get out, I will make you get out!" Caleb continues running after me.

"Apologize first!" I yell back. Suddenly, I step on my dress which makes me slip backwards and plop on my butt. He was right behind me so when I pull him down with me. I end up laying right on top of him. Our face are only inches apart. I widen my eyes, but can't move. I could feel his breath against my skin. His lips start bleeding, however. He gives me a surprised, yet irritated look and quickly pushes me off of him.

"Damn," he whispers to himself as he touches his lip. I stare at how painful the cuts on his busted lip look like. He sees me staring and rolls his eyes.

"Done staring? You can get out now!" he says while still touch his lip.

I quickly pull out some ointment from my bag.

"Here, put this on." I squeeze some out and apply it on his cut.

"Just get out."

I ignore him and continue applying the medicine.

"I didn't know boys who ride fancy cars and sell real estates also enjoyed getting punched," I say casually.

"I said get the fuck out!" he yells as he swings his arm across. He hits my arm and the ointment falls out of my hand. I take a deep sigh out of frustration, but keep my cool. I stand to pick up the ointment.

"You know if someone's applying medicine on for you, you should just appreciate it. Stop being such a jerk!"

"I didn't ask you to apply it for me."

"I didn't ask you to swing your arm and throw my ointment across the room, but you did it anyways, didn't you?"

"What the hell do you want? Did Connor ask you to do this?"

"No one asked me to do anything, but it was my mistake to."

"Yeah, it was your mistake so fix the mistake by getting the hell out of my apartment!"

I scoff.

"You're unbelievable. I can't believe your friend wants to waste his time to save you."

"What?"

He scrunches his eyebrows together.

I don't answer and leaves his apartment like he wants.