Clumsy Is My Middle Name!!!

Chapter Thirty-Six

Updated on: 19th Mar' 20

Chapter Thirty-Six - Being Named As A Hurting Person.

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GRACE'S POV

"Wanna have dinner?" I asked him a meek smile and he gave me a look. He rubbed his eyes and shook his head trying to shake off sleep from his eyes. He looked at me and blink and I just flashed him an awkward smile.

"What? Really?" He finally asked me and gave me a look. I almost paused and cursed myself for calling him. But then a small smile peaked on his face increasing by every passing second until it changed into a full-blown laughter.

"Look at your face!" He said and laughed again. I released a big breath and smiled in relief still my face contorted in an awkward expression.

"I'll just brush and come if you don't mind." He said and I nodded. I immediately realized even I hadn't brushed or even gargled. And I talked to him!!!  

I rushed into my room and brushed my teeth. Once done, I saw my face which was so bad. I tied my hair into a messy bun. My bangs were haywire and I set them with my hand. I looked a little presentable and I left.

As soon as I stepped out, Alex was right outside his room.

"Let's go." He said and we both walked to the table. He sat at the table and I went to pull out the pasta from the oven. I was looking at Alex who was looking at me.

I wondered what would happen if he wouldn't understand my feelings for him. I couldn't believe the fact that he just assumed Martin was my boyfriend. And I can't understand why he couldn't confess his feelings in sober. He was so stupid and I felt like punching him.

I just wanted him to confess in a sober state or at least ask how my relationship with Martin was going, so at least I could tell him that he wasn't my boyfriend and I wanted to date him, no one else.

Was it so hard, just to ask once?

I pulled the door, still thinking about all the things and pulled the container with pasta and slowly kept it on the table. I didn't know why but Alex rushed to me with a very worried look.

"Grace! Are you insane?!" He yelled at me and pulled my hands away from the container. I gave him a quizzical look.

"What happened?" I asked him still unknown. He gave me an 'are-you-insane' look.

"You're supposed to wear oven mittens!" He yelled and then I looked at my hands. They were burnt, with red skin covering palms. I was more than shocked for I didn't realize.

"Come here." He said and pulled me towards the sink. He put my hands under the tap and I hissed, finally feeling the pain.

"Shit!" I screeched.

"Are you always this stupid or is there a special day today?" He asked-yelled at me and I was looking at him; shocked by his statement. I tried to pull my hands away from his because I was pissed; also, I was thinking about him when my hands burned.

"It's a special day. I was stupidly thinking about you and this is the output of it!" I yelled back at him showing him my palms and my eyes opened wide.

"You were thinking about me?" He asked surprised. I looked at the ground, not able to meet his eyes. I was supposed to stay pissed but his such looks were making it hard for me.

"Grace?" He questioned again.

"Could we just finish the first-aid?" I asked him slowly and he nodded with a sigh.

 He put the ointment and I felt the burn and suddenly I felt cool sensation. I opened my eyes to see Alex blowing my hands. I felt my heart flutter at his concern. He wrapped my hand properly; more like expertly.

"Come on, I'll feed you." He said suddenly and got up. I was hungry and he was my only option, so I followed him to the kitchen. He put the pasta in a big expensive looking dish and then we both walked back to the couch.

He sat cross-legged on the couch and I sat the same, facing him. I looked at him and expected that he was just joking, but no, he wasn't.

He fed the first bite to me and I felt tears pool my eyes. It was after a very long time that someone was feeding me, again. After Mom passed away; two years ago, no one fed me. I tried to bit back my sob, but a lone tear fell. He immediately put the plate away.

He feed me twice as of now.

"Grace, are you alright? Is it hurting bad? Do we have to go to the doctor? Just tell me, Grace. We can go if you want or I'd get you some painkillers, just wait he..." I just jumped on him, not literally but kind of, and hugged him tightly.

Mom's memories were so strong that they haunted me. It was so hard getting over the fact that she died and in front of my eyes. And, without Martin's help, it was impossible to get over my Mom's death's depression.

"Grace, are you fine? Did I hurt you?" He asked as he held me tight in his arms. I wanted nothing more than to stay in his arms. I felt protected and safe. It was the best place I wanted to be.

"Yes, you hurt me," I said honestly and I felt him tightened, but his hold still soft and comforting. He kept caressing my back and I was unable to hold my emotions in.

"What did I do? I'll apologize for that." I pulled away from him and looked in his eyes. He tried to wipe my tears away but I pushed his hand away. 

"You did hurt me, Mr.Chadwick. You did. Why couldn't you just confess your feelings to me or just ask if I had a boyfriend, like normal guys?" I almost yelled at him without hitting around the bush.

I wasn't planning on an outburst, but I guess I was out of control. It was getting heavy on my heart to handle these messy feelings and hard situations. Liking him so much and then not even confessing.

"Alex. Please call me, 'Alex'. I'm dying to hear my name from your mouth. I don't know what you'll say or what would happen, but please just call me, 'Alex'." He begged, but I wasn't going to listen so soon.

"If only, you would ask my relationship status with your brother, it would have been the best. Martin is my best friend! I love him but as a best friend. He's been with me in my hard times, so I love him. Did you ask me what kind of love that was?!" I yelled at him and he was speechless. I pushed him away and I stood up.

"You were drunk and home that day, you stupidly confessed everything in your drunk state. I felt happy and then I was hurt. That is where you hurt me." He was confused as hell. And something clicked in his mind.

"You were behaving weird since that day." He said but I wasn't going to listen, anyways.

"Yeah, because you hurt me! What do you think of me? A gold digger? Having a relationship with the little brother and try to seduce the elder one, for money?! I didn't even know Martin, or even that you were rich, until recent." I told him in my defense. 

He held my waist and pulled me closer to him but I just hit his chest. He bared all the hits without complaining. He deserved that!

"If I had a relationship with Martin, I'd never let you touch me, peck me or the hell, sleep on the same bed beside you! Why can't you see why I did all those things?" I was out of control now. My hands were in the air trying to let my frustration grow but it was impossible. I was exasperated.

"Grace..." I cut him off showing my palm.

"Don't 'Grace' me! Feelings. I had feelings for you, but you...*hit* hurt...*hit* me..*hit* so...*hit* bad and what sucks is that I still feel for you! I freaking still do!" I yelled at him pointing my finger at him and poking on his chest. Tears were falling non-stop.

"Grace...listen to me...." I cut him off again. It was like he was trying to tell me something, but I couldn't wait. Something was not right. I felt Alex blur a little. I wasn't balancing myself. I wiped my tears and caught a hint of red on my hand.

Blood.

"I still have feelings for you, Alex." Those were my last words before I fell closing my eyes.

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With love, Nia.