Noelle

Chapter 3.

Noelle Dimitri

"I don't know what to do with her, Al. She won't wake up and it's been 2 days." I awoke to a voice somewhere in the distance, from the other side of the door. I slowly opened my eyes, adjusting to the lighting in the room. Before I could be mobile my head lulled to the side from heaviness, causing me to cringe unpleasantly. This only happened when I have that never ending migraine.

Did I pass out again? I really hoped not.

I looked around the room I was in. Unfamiliar, yet clean. Uncharacteristic, so it was definitely a guy's room. I stood up slowly and walked around the bland room. The dressing table was naked with absolutely nothing on it. I decided to snoop around before my thoughts had the chance to go into overdrive and opened the drawers to find letters, unopened letters. I closed the drawer and swallowed the lump in my throat, resisting temptation. I looked at the mahogany coloured one-seater couch a few feet away that had my dress carefully laid out on it.

Realisation hit me. I looked down at my clothes. Thing is, they weren't mine. Grey sweatpants that were literally hanging off my waist by a thread. A black shirt so huge, it was merely a dress. I felt my breasts. Where was my bra? Oh my Oz. Did I sleep with someone, a person I didn't know? Time for my brain to start vibrating in my skull.

Before I could panic much longer, a guy so tall and lean walked in. Takunda. He was shirtless, in a pair of black sweatpants. He was so... indescribable. I couldn't describe him nor the feeling I had in my stomach. The feeling of disgust. Tears started welling up. Takunda didn't miss the change in my mood, because he rushed to me and placed his hands on my shoulders. His face was laced with concern.

"What's wrong?" He looked at me dead in the eye, as if my eyes would bless him with answers my mouth couldn't. His almost black orbs drowning in worry. And I had to wonder if any of it was real. If he was just putting up an act just to get me to somehow fall for his antics. Disgusted with myself more than I was with him I took a step back and shrugged his hands off me. I certainly didn't miss the hurt expression he displayed, the same one that disappeared so fast. Again, playing with my judgemental thoughts.

"What happened?" My voice came out weak, my throat dry and sore. "Did something happen between us? Did we..." I was even scared to asked. I didn't want it to be true. I wouldn't be able to be standing in the next few seconds if I found out I slept with Takunda and not remembering anything. Maybe he drugged me, took advantage of me and had the nerve to let me wake up in his bed like everything was alright. But then again maybe everything was alright. All these maybes could kill a person.

He coldly smiled at me before shaking his head no. "Bébé, I didn't sleep with you. I'd never." He slightly sneered at me. I was happy nothing happened, but to say I was hurt would be an understatement too. Hurt that if I wanted him one day he wouldn't want me back. This made me feel somehow not desired, but I refuse to show him that. I lifted my nose up in the air, faking all the confidence I had, and took off his shirt in front of him. I took it and threw it at his face catching him off guard. I didn't care if I wasn't wearing a bra underneath, because I wanted to show him what he wouldn't ever desire. Me.

So he saw my upper body completely naked, so what? If Adam and Eve could walk around naked with no care in the world then what would stop me? I wasn't any different from Eve. I didn't have big breasts, so I didn't entirely blame him for what he said. Guessing guys these days would like thick bodied ladies, but I wouldn't let this faze me. I walked over to the single seater and took off the sweatpants, leaving myself in only my lace panties. I shrugged as I threw on my dress, Takunda's eyes following my every move.