London Calling

Chapter 8

“I know I am utterly attractive but just so you know, I can feel your eyes boring holes at my back right now,” Elliot said out loud. He was sitting on the couch, watching TV while I sat on the tall stool in the kitchen, eating cereal for dinner, glaring at his back.

I had been in London for almost a week already and I had still yet to get myself some local cuisine. All I had managed to eat was school cafeteria food—not that it wasn’t amazing because it totally was—and the food I bought at the local grocery store nearby. I bought food that didn’t need cooking because I obviously couldn’t cook for my life. So this meant cereal, chips, milk, orange juice, and more cereal. But I was only thinking about breakfast when I visited the grocery store. I thought I would be able to buy dinner or eat out after school but it was impossible.

I still hadn’t settled in completely so I had been exhausted. All I wanted to do after class was immediately go back to my flat and crash. I had attempted to wake up at 6 PM to go out or buy dinner but I’d always end up snoozing off until it was already 8 and I was already too lazy go out. So that was the short story why I was eating cereal for dinner. Anyway.

Back to Elliot. So yeah, he was right. I was glaring at his back. I didn’t know exactly how he noticed that though.

“Tsss,” I rolled my eyes at him.

He turned his face to the side and I couldn’t help but notice the sharp line of his jaw. “Do we have a problem?” He asked.

“No everything is fine,” I replied sarcastically.

He faced front again and continued watching the television. Is he even watching?! All he did was switch from one channel to another.

Why was I pissed anyway? Well, I had just found out how cocky he was based on the last past few days we had been together. Not only was he conceited, he was also the epitome of a PMS-ing girl trapped in a man’s body.

The second night he came home, he was on the phone. It looked like he was having an argument with the one he was talking with. I had just stepped out of the bathroom and he stood right in front of me and said, “Get out. I need the bathroom,” and glared at me. What did I do?

The next morning, his massive chest stopped me from walking out of the bathroom again. I looked up at his face, surprised and still half asleep. He winked at me and greeted me good morning with a smile on his face like we were in freaking Disneyland.

His mood swings were a bit too much.

No actually, his entire being had been the number 1 source of my stress for the past days. I had only been attending LAA for 5 days and there already were rumors about me.

People were saying I was the “new Olivia”, that I was a rebound, that I wasn’t supposed to sit my friends. Oh my goodness. Turned out some student saw Elliot and I walking to school. It wasn’t even like we were walking beside each other! He was ahead of me and I was behind him a good 5 feet away. Also, it wasn’t like I was forcing myself to sit with them! Chloe and I became good friends on the first day of school. Whose fault was it that she was a nice girl and that we clicked? And as for Elliot, I wasn’t even sure if we were friends at all. Chloe and Daniel were my friends. It just so happens he was their friend too.

Calm down, Bobby. Your blood pressure.

I had already let go and moved on from my broken lens and thought better not to push it to him. BUT. This. This I didn’t know how I would be able to handle for another week: Living with a PMS-ing person. Darn Mr. Simons.

He called last night, asking if I could stay put for another week. He said he was doing his best to find me another loft soon. Of course, he left me without a choice. Again.