Afterward love

~Chapter 8

~Louis Mérante's POV

After Félicie left, I sat in my chair trying to figure out what to do about this. I groaned in frustration and then grabbed my hair in frustration. After 5 minutes, I got up and made my way back to my room. When I got to my room, I quickly went to the bathroom to fix my hair because the last thing I need right now is people saying that I'm a slob for not brushing my hair. After I completely combed my hair, I exited my room and made my way to the Attic. I really needed to talk to Odette about Conner and just need to know if they're in a relationship, a sexually relationship. If they're in a relationship then I'll respect that, though it will be heartbreaking for me, but if their not in a relationship, I will be filled with overjoy and maybe I could tell her how I feel about her. I finally got there, I decided to wait on the couch near the bottom of the stairs to wait for her. Maybe 5 minutes past there was no sign of movement, so I could only guess she was still getting ready. I started to get stuck in my thoughts.

'What if she does love Conner? Will I be able to tell her how I felt for her? What would I do if she doesn't feel the same about me? Were Conner and Odette a thing in their past? What if he's trying to get together with her? Why is he even here? And what did Félicie mean by she thinks he's hiding something? Note to self... ask Félicie why she thought that? But if he is then what could it possible be?' I thought to myself.

I was thinking a lot about the last two questions... that's when I was knocked out of my thoughts, when I saw a movement out from the corner of my eye. I got up from the couch and turned around to see what caused the movement. I froze when I saw what it was... no correction... who it was. I snapped out of it and made my way to the person.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to see if Odie was okay,  she was suppose to met me a hour ago"

I felt a hand crunched into a ball, but a took a deep breath and fought the urge to roll my eyes. I thought for a moment before I spoke again.

"I can assure you, Mister Conner, that Odette is okay, she just isn't ready to go"

"And how do you know that? Monsieur Mérante..." Conner asked with full of sarcasm and he proceeds to cross his arms against his chest.

"Because I've been waiting for her to come do for the last 20 minutes!" I snapped back, noticing how long Odette was taking.

"And what business do you have with her, aren't you just her co-worker or boss, I can't exactly remember!"

"MY BUSINESS WITH HER, IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! AND WHAT I AM TO HER IS ALSO NOT YOUR BUSINESS TO BE STICKING NOSE INTO!" I yelled back.

"WELL, IT IS MY BUSINESS BECAUSE I ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT HER UNLIKE MOST PEOPLE IN THIS CRUEL WORLD... AND THAT'S INCLUDING YOU!" Conner yelled.

"Mister Conner, I'm just going to saying this once, GET OUT OF HERE. Odette is fine, she'll find you sooner or later. So, in the meantime just wait at the door of the Opéra because you aren't allowed to be here any more," I said as calmly as possible.

"NO, I'M NOT GOING TO LISTEN TO YOU, I'M GOING TO STAY HERE AND WAIT FOR HER!"

"WOW, YOUR'RE SO STUBBORN, AREN'T YOU," I said raising my voice.

"I'M NOT STUBBORN, I JUST CARE ABOUT HER!"

"JUST GET OUT OF HERE FOR FUCKING SAKE!"

"WHAT IS SO IMPORTANT YOU NEED TO TELL HER THAT I CAN'T BE AROUND FOR!"

"THAT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS MISTER CONNER!"

"OH SO IT'S SO TOP SECRET THAT I CAN'T BE AROUND WHEN YOU TELL HER, WHAT'S SO IMPORTANT YOU NEED TO TELL HER?!"