Chapter 7
- Adlemi's PoV
I've been in my room since Baeza dropped me off. I don't know what's up with him. Why was he acting like that? Did I do something wrong?
I cuddled in my bed. My phone kept turning off. message after message, I finally looked to see who it was and there were all notifications from twitter, I guess I didn't log off. I was gonna turn it off when I hear someone knocking on my door. It couldn't have been my sister because that I know of, she's at work.
What if it's someone who wants to kidnap me? Oh my god! I grabbed my pillow and headed slowly towards the door. I stopped when I saw whoever was behind the door, opening it slowly. When it was fully open I didn't think twice, I attacked the person with my pillow.
Really, Adlemi? A pillow?!
"Oh my god, Adlemi...s-stop it's m-me!"
"Baeza?" I stopped hitting him and let him get up.
"Yes! Oh my god. I didn't come here to get attacked by some freaking weirdo who thinks a pillow would damage someone!" I just stared at him while he kept laughing his ass off.
So what? What did he expect me to do if it were some kidnapper? Walk up to him and give him a hug? Psh, no! I didn't have anything that could knock him out, so the only thing I had in mind was a pillow.
But seriously, a pillow?
"If It were a kidnapper, he'd be dead," he started off, "but of laughter! Seriously, a pillow isn't gonna do anything, you should know that by now. Plus, a kidnapper wouldn't knock on the door! They would knock down the door without even thinking."
"I know! But I didn't have anything to defend myself, only my pillow. I feel stupid," I said and started laughing along with Baeza.
He chuckled, "well anyways, your sister told me you'd be here." My sister? I gave him a questioning look. "I saw her at McDonald's. Talked to her for a bit."
"Oh. So, why did you come here?" I asked, "wait, let me guess...to be the ignorant jerk you were this morning? No, thank you!" I said remembering today's scene earlier. I pushed him out the door. I ran up to my bed and was pinned down by Baeza. I thought I closed the door? He must have put his foot in the way.
That's not the point, the point is...I'm in my room, alone, with Baeza on top of me looking intensely at me. Our faces only few inches apart. If he wanted too, he could just kiss me. As if he read my mind, he bent down a little lower stopping at my lips but then slowly moving up to plant a sweet kiss on my forehead.
"I'm sorry."
I froze.
He's apologizing.
I was about to say something but he put his finger near my mouth telling me not to speak. I kept quiet and he continued, "I'm sorry for being a jerk. I'm sorry for acting like I did this morning, I didn't mean too. I'm sorry for lying to you that everything was fine. We both know it isn't. I know why but you don't. That's why I'm here, to explain." I stayed quiet and nodded my head for him to continue.
"I wasn't mad at you. I was mad at Max, my manager. I toke it out on you. I'm truly sorry. I was being a jerk, I hate myself for treating you like I did yester-" I cut him off with a kiss. In that insist, I forgave him. Just like that. I didn't want to hear anymore, the only thing that came to mind and the only thing my mind was on at that moment while he was speaking, were his beautiful soft lips.
The moment our lips connected, I felt butterflies erupt inside my stomach. It was crazy, I felt like ants were running inside my stomach making me giggle a little. He smirked against my lips. His lips never leaving mine.
