When We Meet Again

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

SHY

I woke up with my head pounding so hard. I groan and tried to get up but my head felt so heavy making me slumped back on my pillow. I heard a soft knock on my door and after a while Nate entered with a mug in his hand.

He looked at me and smiled, “Hello, sunshine,” he greeted placing the mug on the side table and sat besides me, “How are you feeling today.”

I groaned and he laughed, “That’s what you get if you drink more than you normally do,” he teased.

I just moaned and he laughed again, “Stop that moaning and groaning. Drink the coffee, you’ll feel better,” he said handling me the mug and stood up to draw up the curtains.

I moaned again, “Nate, shut down the curtains, it hurting my eyes and my head,” I whined.

“No,” he shook his head, “You need to get you butt out of the bed,” he said walking back towards me. “I’ve prepared lunch, so go and have a shower so we could eat together.”

“Lunch?” I asked surprisingly, “What time is it?”

“1.00 o’clock,” he smiled.

“What? It’s afternoon already?” I asked him.

He nodded, “Yeah, now finished you coffee and take your shower. I’ll wait for you outside,” he said walking to the door and walk out of my room.

I looked at him and smiled. Gosh, what will I do without him? I sighed and pushed the blanket away and walked straight to the bathroom. I took my time in the shower, washing my hair and scrubbed my whole body. While in the shower I tried to recall what happened last night that cause me to be drunk. Oh yes, I remember now. There’s a blond girl coming in between us and kiss him passionately in front of me. I feel like slapping her for kissing Nate like that but instead took a coward step by moving away from them and get myself drunk. God, I am so damn stupid sometimes.

Who is she? Is she Nate’s girlfriend or maybe his ex-girlfriend? Every girl in the party wanted to be with Nate. Is this girl one of them? Possible Nate doesn’t even know her. Maybe she can’t stand being ignored by him and decide to take action, so Nate would pay some attention to her.  Urgh! I hate all this girls. I want them to stay away from him but who am I to do that. I’m not his girlfriend. I sighed. God, why do I wish I were? I can be falling for him? Urgh! I really can’t.

I finally walk out from the shower and put on a t-shirt and a short. Wipes my hair dry and comb it, I walked out my room. I saw Nate sitting on the sofa watching TV with two packs of Chinese food on the table obviously waiting for me. Why does he have to be so sweet? God, it’s making me harder to resist him.

“I thought you said you’ve prepared lunch,” I hit him on the back making him jumped. I laughed and I went to sit beside him.

He looked at me and smiled, “I said I’ve prepared not cooked it.”

I smirked, “Yeah, I should have known. Nate doesn’t know how to cook.”

“Hey,” he playfully scolded, “Who says I don’t know how to cook?”

“You do?” I gave him unconvinced look.

“I’m going to prove it to you someday,” he said seriously.

“Ooo, I can’t wait,” I teased. “So what did you get for me?” I asked taking the food on the table.

“Well, your favourite, Fried Rice.” He said smiling and took his. “You want some of my noodles?”