Some Day After

Five

Several weeks have passed and Eugene was still trying his best to get my attention. I blew him off every chance I got. He sent flowers to me at work and at home. He sent little gifts such as wine and baskets of fruit and cheese. He even sent a diamond necklace to my house once. It was getting out of control.

I was sitting on my couch, researching about Nevada and seeing if I really wanted to go on a trip there. Adrian and I decided we needed a week away and so we would go on a trip. Eugene had been kind of wearing on Adrian's nerves as well.

I took of sip of my tea and clicked on a link, that told me about all the fun things to do in Nevada, when my doorbell rang.

I set down my laptop and cup and walked to the door. I opened and almost immediately regretted it. Standing in front of my apartment door, was Eugene. He was dressed in a pair of casual jeans and a long sleeved v-neck shirt.

I crossed my arms and leaned on my door frame. This ought to be good.

"What do you want Eugene?" I asked.

He winced. "Please, Gene. Eugene is such an old persons name," he frowned.

"I think I'll stick with Eugene. Now what do you want?" I asked again.

"Well you won't answer my phone calls or texts. So I came here to see you," he shrugged.

"You stalk me at work and now at home. Why can't you take a hint?" I glared.

"May I come in?" He ignores my question and before I could answer, he pushed passed me into my apartment.

"Hey wait!" I yelled.

He walked into my living room and looked around. I closed my front door and glared at the back of his head.

"This is a little small. But I guess for one person it's not so-" he cut himself short. I noticed his gaze locked on a photo of Adrian and I. He had his arm around my shoulders and we were both laughing. It was my favorite photo of us.

"Who is that?" He asked suddenly.

"Adrian. My brother. He lives here as well."

Eugene turned and looked at me. His hazel eyes twinkling. Ew did I just describe them as twinkling?

"Brother. You did mention you have one. I'd love to meet him," he clapped his hands together.

"First off, he's at work. Second off, he's annoyed about you sending all these gifts. So he doesn't like you. Third off, I don't want you to meet him," I snapped.

"I think you get more rude, every time I see you," he mused.

"I won't why," I retorted.

He walked around my living room, looking at every little knickknack and photo we had. He seemed mesmerized by each one.

"So why are you here?"

He turned and looked at me. "I'm here because you are the only girl I've ever met who doesn't want my money or my affections. I can't help but be attracted to you. You make me feel things I'd never thought I'd feel before. You infuriate me. And all I want to do is get to know you. You treat me like I'm human." His eyes burned with weird fire.

"Really? Cause honestly I think I've treated you less like a human through all of this," I was very confused now.

"That's the thing. Everyone sucks up to me and kisses my ass. My parents let me do whatever I wanted and the maids didn't watch me. But you, you don't try. You just do. You do whatever it takes to do your own thing. I guess I like that a lot," he locked eyes with me.