Beauty and the Beast

Chapter 2.

Sometimes all it really takes is an apology. But, of course I know I won't get that from him. Stupid prick. How can someone be so mean to a person they've had just met? I couldn't even imagine being mean to someone I've known for years, much less someone who I had just met. I will not let that bother me. I've got more important things to do than sit around and think about his inner issues.

Today is going to be a great day, I can just feel it. Hopefully. I've felt sick all morning, but besides that, I'm good. Classes start back in a few days and I'm dreading it. I just want to quit going. I'm not even going for anything, I'm just going to have a college education. Thank god I have the day off, I don't think I'm ready to run into that asshole anytime soon.

A soft knock is heard at the door and I huff. It's my only day off for another few weeks, can everyone just leave me alone? I grab my robe from the foot of my bed and quickly throw it on. A few more soft knocks are heard.

"I'm coming!" I shout loudly, hoping the stranger at my door will hear. I slowly pull the door open, unaware of who might be standing there.

"Miss Monroe," His voice is sincere, like he's trying to apologize, but his face says otherwise. A stern expression is painted on tight. I didn't want to see him!

"Mr. Reedus," I copy his tone. "I'm busy, please come back another time." I quickly speak up.

"You have today off and your classes don't start back for another two weeks, you're not busy," He smirks, bringing a cigarette up to his mouth. "You just don't want me here."

"You're exactly right, now please, leave." It's scary that he knows so much about me, but I know so little about him. Do I really want to get to know him, though? No, no I do not. "Look, Mr. Reedus, I don't mean to be rude," I take a deep breath, yes I do. I want to be rude to him. I want to say mean and hateful things, just like he did to me. "But I really just want to relax. It's my only day off and I just want to watch movies and eat Chinese food."

"Of course," He falsely smiles. "Oh, I almost forgot," He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a gold charm bracelet. "This is for you. The way I acted the other night was no way to treat a guest, much less a lady, my apologies." He reaches out his hand, taking my wrist and attaching the bracelet around my warm skin.

"Mr. Reedus, it's lovely, but I can't," I protest. I undo the bracelet and hand it back. His eyes wonder my face in confusion.

"Do you not like it?" He looks like a child, his eyes are saying so many things. "Miss Monlroe, please take it. It would eat me alive if you didn't." He goes for my wrist once more, but I hide both behind my back before he can reach. I deep chuckle escapes his lips. "You really are a frustrating woman, why won't you just take the damned thing!" He shouts, aggravated.

"Because I don't want it!" I shout back.

"Fine!" He shouts again.

"Fine." I repeat his words, softly. We're arguing like children.

"Please join me for dinner," He rubs his chin. "I-I really do feel horrible for the way I treated you, please, let me make it up to you. If you won't take the bracelet, please, join me for dinner." He looks so hurt, I feel like I should be saying sorry, but why? It's that damn look. His eyes just make you want to apologize, even when you've done nothing wrong.

"Um," I shouldn't, I don't want to, he's a dick. "Okay." I really don't want to, but God he looks so desperate.

"Really?" His face lights up like the 4th of July. "I mean, great," He smiles fixing his bow tie. "I'll have someone pick you up around seven-o-clock sharp. Don't be late, Miss Monroe." He says sternly.