Falling For You

Chapter Three

Amanda's POV:

Finally reaching my apartment building, I face my hero thanking him for practically saving my life tonight.

"I should be thanking you," he says, rubbing the back of his head. "If it weren't for you I probably would've got the shit beat out of me." We both laugh.

"Well, I should probably head inside now," I say. "See you around, I guess." I turn around and start walking towards the building.

"Hey, wait," the guy calls after me. I stop and turn around to look at him. "Can I get your name?" I'm not sure as to why he needs to know my name. It's not like we'll see each other again.

"Abigail," I tell him. "And yours?" He looks at me as if I just said something that shocked him.

"Wait, you don't know who I am?" he asks. I shake my head, shrugging my shoulders. "I mean, should I know who you are?" I ask with a chuckle. "Did we use to go to school together or something?"

"So you're not familiar with a band name Avenged Sevenfold?" he asks. When he says band does he mean rock band? Honestly, I don't listen to rock music so I wouldn't know who they are.

"Sorry but I don't listen to rock music," I tell him.

"Wow. Well, at least your honest," he says. Of course, I'm honest. I'm a honest person. I'm not one of those girls who go around pretending to be something they're not just to impress guys. It's bad enough I have to entertain them with my body just to make money in order to survive.

"Yeah, but anyways, thanks again for saving me back there tonight. I really appreciate it. Have a goodnight," I say, turning around to head inside the building.

"Mind if I walk you to your apartment?" I hear him ask. I sigh, turning around to look at him again. "I'm perfectly fine walking to my apartment myself, thank you," I tell him.

"Yeah, but still. I just wanna make sure you get in okay," he tells me. I don't need him to worry about me. I just want him to go away.

"Well, I'll be fine. Trust me. I don't need you to walk me to my apartment," I tell him. "You can leave now." I'm seriously starting to believe that the term no is not in a man's vocabulary.

I stand here, waiting for the guy to leave, but he doesn't move. I sigh and roll my eyes. "Is there a reason why you're still standing there?" I ask out of curiosity. Like, I really want to know what's up with this dude.

He looks away while putting both of his hands inside his pants pocket. "Honestly, I just don't wanna go home," he tells me. What? Why the hell not?

"And exactly why not?" I ask, curious to know the answer. He looks at me and I can see sadness in his eyes. Clearly, the dude is going through something.

I'm probably gonna regret doing this, but fuck it. "Would you like to come inside and talk about it?" I sigh. And without a second thought he shakes his head saying, "Yeah."

He walks over to me and together, we head inside the building and get right onto the elevator. He offers to press the button so I tell him to press the button with the number two on it since my apartment is only on the second floor.

After that fast ride on the elevator, we reach the second floor now standing out in the hallway in front of the door to my apartment. I dig into my bag to pull out my key and use it to unlock the door. As soon as I get the door open, we both head inside and I make sure to turn on the light and close the door.

I stand and watch him look around my apartment. He doesn't seem to be impress with my place at all, but then again, I can understand why. It's not like I live in a nice big condo.

"Would you like anything to drink?" I finally offer. "Got any beer?" he asks. I should've known he was going to say that. Beer is like champagne to men.

I head into my small ass kitchen to grab two bottles of beer out the refrigerator. I meet the guy back out into the living room tossing him one bottle. "Thanks," he says, cracking the bottle open and taking a huge gulp.

"Wanna watch some TV?" I ask, walking over to the sofa and sitting down. "Sure. Why not?" he says, sitting down next to me. I grab the remote off the coffee table and switch on the TV. Fuck it. If I'm gonna have this guy in my apartment talking to him about whatever, I might as well just stay up.
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