Unspoken Words

IX.

"Must be love on the brain..."
                               -Love on the brain

            I woke up due to my phone constantly ringing.

I was still in my dress, curled up on the couch. Slowly I sat up, glancing around the pitch black room. I picked up my bag from the floor, taking out my phone and instantly regretting it as the light from the phone was blinding me. Quickly I toned down the light so I could see who messaged me.

  I had 10 missed calls from Asshole and 5 texts from him. Was it worth calling him back?

Maybe he had a reason to not show up.

Or maybe he didn't have one and he just wanted to fucking play me.

My phone rang up again, vibrating in my hand. I waited awhile before hitting the answer button.

"Flora?" I closed my eyes as his voice once again did it's magic on me, "Are you there?"

"What do you want, Axel?" I whispered slowly, "I'm trying to sleep."

"Look," he started, before letting out a sigh, "I'm really sorry, I couldn't come today."

I let out a sarcastic laugh as those words escaped his mouth, "As if I believed that you'd really take me out on a date," what am I saying?

"What?" The shock was clear in his voice, "Please don't do this,"

"I'm tired, Axel," I stated, "Good night."

And with that I hung up.

I wasn't going to let him get to me. Broken hearts wasn't my kind of thing. You can't just ask someone out then not fucking show up. I've seen and been through too much to let things slide.

I turned off my phone and ran upstairs to my room, taking off my dress and lying down on the bed, letting the covers swallow me.

I didn't want the next day to come. I was feeling perfectly fine in my dream, between the covers, where people didn't exist.

But I had to get up, or else my rumbling stomach would wake up the neighbors dog.

I really couldn't be asked to function today.

It felt as if my heart was a heavy anchor, dragging me down towards the depth of the place where no one could escape. I wasn't going to let that happen.

Getting up from my bed I put on some washed out light jeans and a grey top before slowly dragging myself down the stairs.

Just as my feet touched the last step the doorbell rang.

Why can't people let me be alone?

"I'm coming," I yelled as I walked towards the door.

I opened it without checking who was standing at the other side and soon as my eyes landed on trouble boy I was quick to push the door closed but he was faster than me and much stronger, stopping the door he pushed it slightly and walked in.

"Listen to me, please," he begged, taking my hands in his as his eyes stared into mine.

"What do you want, asshole?" I tried to pull my hands from his grip, but that only made him tighten it.

"I just want you to hear me out," his eyes softened as he released my hands, "please."

I turned around, walking back to the living, "Talk."

He hurried after me, sitting down on the couch right beside me, "I was in my way over here, I promise" he turned to look me right in the eyes.

"But?" I raised an eyebrow.

"But my best friend called me, because he got in some trouble and I had to help him out." Axel took my cold hands into his warm ones, instantly making my whole body heat up, "Please let me take you out again."

"Should I?" I cocked my head to the side, staring into his pitch black eyes.

"Do you want me to get on my knees and beg?"

I let out a loud laugh, nodding my head, "That would be an amazing picture,"

He raised his thick eyebrow, "oh really now?"

"I'm kidding, dude" chuckling I pulled my hands from his, "But you do owe me dinner."

"Tonight at 7." He leaned in, quickly leaving a small kiss on my cheek that made my whole body tingle. And with that he shot up from the couch and was out of the house.

I let out a long sigh. What have I done?

I picked up my whole, quickly dialing Ni.

"Rise and shine, sunshine!" I yelled into the phone once Ni picked up. I'm for sure dying young.

"Why?" Ni barely managed to whisper.

"What?"

"Why are you calling me so early?"

I let out a chuckle, "Because I've got a lot to tell you."

And so I told her everything that happened last night.

"Flora, are you stupid to let him take you out again?" Not the answer I was expecting.

"Ni, he said he had a reason!"

"Still, that's not an excuse, Flo," she let out a sigh, "But okay, I don't wanna fight with you."

"Thank you," I grinned, "I love you so much, you know that?"

"Yeah, yeah, bitch, just let me sleep now," she muffled out, "Love you too."

And with that she hung up. Such a mean bitch. But I still love her to death.

The rest of the morning I spent rolling around in bed and thinking of random outfits for the date tonight. What have I gotten myself into?

I didn't get out of bed until 5pm and now I'm pacing around my room, trying to pull an outfit. The tranquility was long gone.
Finally I decided on something, a tight black skirt with a tight top and a oversized knitted sweater with holes in it, that showed my left shoulder. I matched the outfit with white high heels.

And finally it was 6:50pm.

The doorbell rang.

I opened the door and there he was.

Looking like a king. Like a freaking royalty.

How can somebody look so good?

And now wish me luck, because I've got a rematch date with the Devil himself.