Game Over

Chapter 14

Juliet

That afternoon, I was sitting at the dining table doing my homework. But for the life of me I just couldn't consentrate. My mind kept wandering off to Noah and the kiss we shared in the graveyard.

If he was the one who kissed me then why would he ignore me the way he did at school today?

I groaned loudly and let my head fall onto my book. This is driving me crazy.

And it's not like I can call him to ask him anything, because of course, I don't have his number.

Not that he would answer if I called anyway.

The doorbell echoed through the house and, because I was miserable I let Rose answer it. I was not in the mood for people.

"Juliet. There is someone at the door for you. Date prisa querida." Rose spoke from the archway that led to the front hall.

"Estaré allí Rosa. I'm comming." I mumbled quickly, trying to gather up the courage to stand up from my comfortable position.

I sighed heavily and ran a hand through my loose curls, doing an effort to make it at least look presentable even though it was full of tangles.

I trutted over to the front hall, ignoring the cold that met my bare feet from the wood.

I stopped in my tracks when I saw Noah standing there awkwardly, glancing around the house like he did yesterday.

I cleared my throat and licked my lips to try and get some moisture to them as they were suddenly very, very dry.

His eyes met mine from across the small distance and he nodded once. "Hi." he said simply.

"Uhm... Hi." I said.

He held up his one hand and produced a thick French text book, that was blue and white just as mine.

"I remembered today." he said.

Right. The tutoring session. He was here for french. Obviously.

"Okay. We can study in the dining room today." I mumbled and gestured for him to follow me through the archway.

"Already busy with homework I see." He mumbled as he took a seat on the chair next to mine.

I fiddled with the material of my shorts and nodded slowly. "Yes. As O should be. I have a big History test comming up." I explained.

Why do I even think he cares?? God this is so awkward.

I took my french book out of my backpack and placed it on the table in front of me. Noah did the same and we opened our books on the chapter we were handling in class currently.

I raised an eyebrow as I saw him flip to the right page. He saw me staring and glared at me. "What?" he snapped.

I immidiately looked down to my text book and fingered the corner of the page.

"Nothing. It's just that... you're never in class so how did you know which chapter we're handling?" I asked softly.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, because you're the only one that pays attention when you're in class. Good to know."

I pressed my lips into a thin line.

"That's not what I meant." I mumbled.

I was a little dissapointed in his attitude towards me. But what did I expect? Did I think just because of one kiss he would treat me any differently? He was a known man whore. A kiss was nothing to him.