Marcus’s POV
Training resumed, everything felt different without her being there.
Apparently, her elder brother called in sick for her. I heard she was having a fever, and she would only return after two weeks. Two weeks felt like eternity. Why did her absence bug me so much?
But what really bugged me was her misconception of me being a cold-hearted jerk that only lusted over her body. I don’t want her to hate me. How could I make things right between us?
An idea suddenly struck me. Without hesitating, I whipped out my phone and dialed in her brother’s number.
“Hello, is this Andrew Dillon?”
I stood outside her door, bracing myself for the unwanted reaction from Carrie, who had no idea I was visiting.
“Hello is this Andrew Dillon?”
“Speaking,”
“Hey mate, Carrie’s swimming coach, Marcus Fisher, here. I heard Carrie is sick.”
“Yeah, she’s down with a high fever. Don’t worry though, I got her some medicine from the pharmacy, everything’s under control.”
“That’s good to know. I was wondering if I could pop by for a short visit, if you guys don’t mind?”
“Why not? Carrie is so lucky to have a caring coach like you! Say, what time would you be dropping by?”
“Probably in the mid afternoon, I’m thinking 2 o’clock?”
“No problem, but I won’t be home till about 4p.m. I’ll leave the keys under the mat? I can trust you, yeah?”
“Yeah man. Catch you later probably.”
“Catch you later,”
I lifted the navy blue doormat to reveal the keys to the apartment. I swiftly unlocked it and made my way in. A typical, ordinary family apartment.
I heard some noises coming from the kitchen. I tried to make my footsteps louder than usual so I don’t give the habitant a heart attack when I suddenly appear out of nowhere.
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