A/N: I'll be updating every Monday since that's where I'm normally free and Thank You for whoever is reading this novel. I truly appriciate you taking your time and checking this out. Means a lot.
Chapter 2.
In a matter of seconds my palms became sweaty and I lost my breath completely. You could say if someone even poked me, there was a possibility I would be totally worn out and collapse on the floor.
I hesitated to open the door, and that wasn’t until I heard a faint knock on the door rather than the door bells ring.
I quickly suspected he acknowledged my presence corresponding him with only the front door blocking us.
I open the door, nothing more than a few centimeters as I inhale deeply.
“Umm… Hi?” I ask in a rather shy tone in my voice. I notify him chuckling under his breath. “Hello there, beautiful.” What the… Did Raymond just call me beautiful?! “Beautiful?! By the way I look; I’m anywhere near the category worth looking at.” I was a mess quite frankly. I looked like a hurricane just hit the whole city and I was the only one who got affected. The truth is the truth.
“You don’t look bad. Not even the slightest. You got your sweat pants on, your hair’s tied and you’re chilling with no makeup on. That’s when you’re the prettiest.” God damn. Was he now quoting Drake?! He’s trying to kill me with his powers of un-dying charm.
“Drake, isn’t it?” I snapped my fingers and played with the rim of the blanket that was still around me. By now, I didn’t want to take it off; I wasn’t going to change my appearance for some guy. Even though he wasn’t just some guy, he was the guy.
“I didn’t know you where the type to listen to Drake?” He asked with sudden interest. This has taken me by surprise. “Are you kidding me? I have his first mix tape ‘Room for Improvement ‘upstairs on my shelf. I love that guy!” I said getting fanatic.
Quite frankly I understood why Raymond was so taken aback by the fact that I listen to rap. Most girls my age were only interested in makeup and branded shit. None of them even mattered to me. I could wear a sweatshirt and some skinny jeans with combat boots and that was my ticket to category of crisis in the fashion world.
“Wow. That’s new coming out from a girl.” “Oh really?” I asked with a hint of joke in my voice. He nodded his head along with a smile on his face which might I add, made him look beyond words, cute and attractive. How was that even possible?
I realized it was really dark outside as I took out my iPhone and read out the time. “Shit, it’s really late.” I gasped out.
My parents weren’t home. Where could they be? I exhaled frustratingly. I wasn’t going to lie, I was really discounted by the fact it was this late and they weren’t home. Normally they informed me if they went out for dinner or if they spent the night at a hotel across town while visiting Grandma.
This was eccentric.
Maybe they even spent the night at my Brother, Jonathan’s place in New York.
I rapidly took out my phone and excused myself from Raymond’s company for a couple of minutes and tossed the blanket on the couch which sat parallel the T.V.
I unlocked my phone and searched through my contacts. As soon as I spotted ‘Daddy’ on the screen I pressed the call button and hung the phone over my ear and awaited a respond. In a matter of seconds he answered.
“Jullie!” He gasped. “Oh my God, Dad! Where are you? Its dark out and your still not home!” I voiced out. “Where’s mom too, by the way? She still isn’t home from Zumba class. Didn’t it finish at 7? It’s 10 now dad.” You could tell by the tone of my voice that I showed every possible sign of wordiness whatsoever. I intended to either way.
“We’re at Johnny’s, sweetie. Don’t worry; we’ll be back by Monday. Wait; didn’t Carrie leave you a note next to your school bag? She told me she did right after she saw yours on the counter top.” I analyzed the room quickly as I twirled with only the top half part of my body until I spotted my backpack and walked over to its direction.
“Oh, yup. I got it now here in my hands.” I read the small sticky note that smelled like mom’s perfume. “Okay, thanks for the memo. “ I nodded at the phone. “My baby, I got to go, your mom’s calling me. She says goodnight and she loves you and you know I do. I love you!” I sped talked. “I love you guys much more and goodnight!” With that, the line went dead.
Since I was 17 and my parents finally allowed me to stay home alone, they didn’t have to warn me that the neighbors were watching, because let’s be honest, Mrs. Anderson was an old lady, and who would want to spend their weekend watching over a teenager? I’m sure I wouldn’t if roles where switched.
I walked over to the front door and saw no one. What in the world…. I went out and saw no one and for a second I thought everything that happened before the phone call was an illusion. It was too good to be true anyways.
I went back in the house and locked the door behind me. I went to the living room and found a caramel brown haired person sitting on the couch with his attractive muscular figure showing off from his side. His shirt was tight and I knew he did it on purpose
“Raymond?” I asked. He turned back and looked at me as he grabbed the blanket from one hand as he had a DVD on the other. He gestured me to walk over to his direction with that charming smile of his.
“Wanna cuddle?”
