Adrian

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

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After work I came inside to find Adrian cooking supper. 'Should I be mad or appreciative?' I thought. Probably just appreciative. I was being too hard on him. He will probably go back to his parents and tell on me like a kid. Then I will see the wrath of my parents...yeah, I should probably be nice.

"Thanks for cooking, it was thoughtful of you." I said

"Your welcome, I thought It would be nice to just be able for you to relax after all the work to do," He said.

"So...what did you make?" I said. Whatever it was it smelled really good. Well, I'll have him cooking from now on. I am a terrible cook.

"It's a surprise" Adrian said smiling. "Go shower then come back downstairs and everything will be ready"

" Uh, okay." Why was he being so nice, nobody was ever nice to me, and it scared me a little. I wasn't really sure how to act , so I just turned around and headed to my room .

I showered and got to my bedroom to get dressed. I decided to dress up a bit. I mean he did take the time to make me dinner. I usually wore some baggy shorts and a t-shirt when I got done working. I went to my closet and set out to find something decent to wear. I put on an dark blue shirt. Its sleeves came to my elbows, and a sash tied around my waist and hung to the side. After that I put on tight dark wash jeans and let my hair down from my pony tail. My hair was straight already so I didn't have to do anything to it but brush it out. I refused to put on makeup. I never wore make up nor did I own any. After I was done brushing my hair I walked out of my room and headed towards the dining room.

Adrian's POV

I heard her shut her door as I put the last of the food on the table. I had decided to dress up a bit. I wanted her to fall in love with me so I had to put some work into it. I had made cocoa van. I wanted to make a dessert to go with supper, like cream puffs, but I didn't have enough time. She wouldn't mind. It's not like she got to eat like this every night. She came down the stairs and she looked amazing. She actually had her hair down and was wearing something other than her work clothes. I must have been starring for to long because she blushed and glared at me.

"Are we going to eat or are you just going to stand there and look at me all evening?" she asked.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to stare but you look amazing. Why don't you dress like that more often? I'm sure if you did there would be a lot of suitors that would want to date you," he commented.

"My personal life is none of your business. I can dress how I want to and maybe I don't want all that attention," she said. This last part he had to strain to hear because she said it so soft.

"Well... um.... Lets eat!" he tried to clear the tense atmosphere by pulling ut her chair and letting her start first.

P.O.V. Vera

She really didn't want to be there at that moment. Why had she even accepted his invitation to supper. She could be in her room comfortable lying in her bed but no she just had to come to supper. What was with this food anyway? She had only seen it once when she went to a dinner party with her parents. What was it called again..... Cocoa van? With some kind of sauce and rice. Looked way to extravagant for this little table and only the two of them.

He was starring at her again. God, that pissed her off, when people starred at her. If he didn't stop she was going to pock his eyes out. Than he wouldn't be starring. Why was he starring anyway? Did he really mean it when he said she looked good? She doubted it. Why would he compliment her?

Was she suppose to make conversation? Well, she refused. If he wanted to talk he could say something.

P.O.V. Adrian

Now that she was dressed up, he realized that she was actually very pretty. He couldn't stop looking at her. What should he say to her?

As he was looking at her he noticed that she had scars on her hand and wondered what they were from. "Where did you get those scars?" he asked casually.

P.O.V. Vera

Her heart skipped a beat and she stopped breathing. Had he seen the scars? She had thought she had covered them all. What was she going to say? She couldn't even look at him. She felt like she was going to cry.

"Those scars on your hand, did you hurt yourself when you were working before?" he asked.

She looks down at her hand and covers it with her other hand. Oh, yes, the scars on her hand. Why hadn't she thought of that? "I don't see how it's any of your business," she retorted. "My life past, present and future are none of your business. You understand that? Don't ask things that you don't need to know," she was yelling at him now. She got up from the table and went to her room. When she had locked her door and closed the window curtains, she pulled up her shirt up over her stomach and traced the hideous lines there. The scars that no matter what she did would never fade. She dropped her shirt back in place and started to cry. Why did he have to mention that I asked myself while I was sobbing from the memory? I wasn't mad at him. If he had scars I would have asked them what they were from to. Maybe I should go apologize... Yeah, I'll go apologize then maybe I wouldn't feel so regretful for yelling at him. I walked out of my bedroom door and headed toward his room down the hall. I knocked quietly and said "Adrian, can I come in?" I saw the doorknob turn and Adrian I looked up to see an unhappy looking Adrian.

"Look, I'm sorry I said those things to you, it was irrational and mean." I said and he looked up surprised. I wasn't that bad was i? I mean, I could apologize. He said "It's okay, we both have pasts and I shouldn't have even asked. It was rude of me and I should have been apologizing, but if you want to talk about it you know you can right?"

"Yeah, I guess." I said as I sat down on his bed. "It was just a really bad experience so I don't really want to talk about it, it brings up too many bad memories for me." Gosh, right now I was near tears and then I felt one fall down my cheek. I shook my head in disgust. How could I cry in front of him he probably thinks im weak now. But he didn't say anything. He came and sat by me on the bed and pulled me into his arms. We stayed like that for about fifteen minutes before I regained composure and sat up sniffling. I must really look like hell right now. To prove this thought he said "Vera you look like hell, you should take a shower, it might make you feel better." He said getting up. With his warmth not beside me anymore I felt scared again. "Please don't go!" I begged. "Can I just stay with you for tonight?" I don't know what possessed me to say something so crazy but it was true. I didn't want him to leave because he made me feel safe for the first time in years.

"Yeah, sure" he said and laid down beside me. I shivered because it was cold and I felt his presence behind me, and then his hand snaked around my waist pulling me closer to him. I felt his steady breathing on my neck and it just felt right. I realized now that I needed him here and the bad thing was was that I was beginning to like him. But why did that have to be a bad thing? I think that things could work between us, but most likely he would just end up breaking my heart. I couldn't tell him what I felt. I was afraid of losing the friendship we already had, and besides, I doubt he felt the same about me anyway.

Mere minutes ticked by before his breathing steadied and i gently rolled over to face him. I really shouldn't be feeling this way toward him but I was. I looked at his peaceful face and felt an overwhelming emotion sweep over me that I didn't even understand. I fell asleep with our faces inches apart, and me being more comfortable than I have in years.

P.O.V. Adrian

I woke up with her in my arms and her face about an inch from mine. She looked so peaceful so I couldn't feel right waking her up. . I had this urge to pull her as close as I could and kiss her. If I just reached forward a bit I could, but I didn't know how Vera would react so I dismissed that thought and decided to get up and make her breakfast. I remembered last night and frowned. I wish she would just tell me what was wrong so I could make her feel better about it. I hated to see her with such a sad expression on her face, it made me sad too. But perhaps she would tell me eventually and I wouldn't have to see her like that again. She had had a rough night and I just wanted her to feel happy this morning. I untangled my arms from around her waist and slowly got up to get dressed.