Boy Across The Hall

Chapter 9

❝World is so beautiful, but alas! There are so many assholes.❞ㄧ M.F. Moonzajer

          It's been a couple of days. Now, Matt and I have left the 'honeymoon' period in our relationship, and we are starting to feel more comfortable around each other. He has been to my house and talked to my dad several times, and I have been to his too. I didn't see his father as much because he worked all the time, and went out with his friends a lot, but he knows who I was, and from the looks of it, he liked me.

          It was Tuesday, and Matt went to a Family reunion, so I decided to spend some time with Cleo and Isaac. We decided to all go to the movies. We got to the theater at about three in the afternoon, got our tickets, and sat down. Isaac was in between Cleo and me because that was the only way we could sit in order to actually see the screen. Half-way through the movie, I suddenly felt his hand slide down thighs. I looked at him, showing in my eyes that I wanted him to stop. He didn't. I didn't want to cause a scene, especially with Cleo right next to us, so I just pulled his hand off of me. Why would he do this? Is he actually a player, like I thought he was back at school? I tried to put those thoughts in the back of my head, at least around Cleo, but Isaac kept looking at me weirdly. As soon as I got home, Isaac texted me saying:"Hey baby... Why are you pushing me away? I know you want me." I texted him back, telling him that I am going to tell Cleo if he doesn't stop. He just kept saying that over and over, and I just couldn't handle it any longer and blocked him. Was I going to tell Cleo? Of course, just not yet.

          I stayed home, mostly cooking some cool recipes using the culinary equipment Matt gave me. It was awesome. Cooking was something I was really good at, and I wanted to continue with it in life. It was the only thing that really interested me. My dad knew this, and anyone would have thought that he would tell me to do something more practical and 'higher-paying', but he totally agreed and said that as long as I was happy, he was. My dad was the coolest. This really helped to clear my head from what happened earlier.

          When my dad came back from work, I bombarded him with all the food I made, and he actually ate all of it. He didn't have time for breakfast or lunch, so he was starving.

          At the end of the day, I took a shower, texted Matt goodnight, and went to bed. I slept pretty well, considering all that happened today with Isaac.