An Unexpected Crush

Chapter 9.

Abby.

I looked at myself, numerous times in the mirror of my room asking myself if I was okay. I don't have many dresses, let's not talk about party dresses. I'm not a party girl at at all. I'm more into staying home and watching TV. I think I was okay. At least, I was decent and that's what he wanted. As if I care about what he can think.

I was dressed in black jeans, an oxblood tshirt and sandals. I fixed my hair and tied it in a pony tail. I'm not a make up fan, I prefer myself like that. I was admiring myself, until I heard my phone ringing. It was Jason.  And I must say he was on time. I therefore picked the call.

" Abby ?" He said .

" Yes".

" I think this is the wrong address, I don't think I'm at the right place".

" Why ?" I said while looking through the window. I saw his black BMW car down in front of the gate. " I'm seeing your car right down. "

" What a scary place"

" Don't go out of your car, I'm coming".

I grabbed my bag and went down. I made sure closed my door and off the lights before going downstairs.

When he saw me coming, he sent his driver out to open the door. He could have acted as a gentleman and opened the door for me. And he'll say I lacked manners.

Everything just became very clear. No need for some kind of explanation.  I recognized his driver. How could I forget that face ? I was obviously underestimating him. When he means everything,  it's everything. 
How can someone be heartless at this point ? When I think I have crushed on him, I have the impression that I'm not the one doing this.

I entered the car and continued thinking. I don't know if he did it because he hated me or something. But what have I done to him ? Why so much hatred ?.

I was so angry. That was unbelievable.  Was it because of the call ? Or there's another hidden reason ?.

I started thinking of how, or what I can do to him. To hurt him in such a way that he will never forget who am I.

Before the driver started driving the car, I looked at him. He was wearing a  blue shirt, trouser and expensive shoes. He wore expensive perfume too. Low hair cut, expensive watch and everything.  He was the perfect definition for expensive. While u was looking at him, he looked at me too. But the difference is, he started frowning .

" What ?" I asked.

" Decent ". " That's decent but you don't look good". "Is it that you don't have style or you can't just afford it ?".

Why does he look so good and at the same time seem so arrogant.

" You said decent, and I am".

" By the way,  do you really live here ?" I mean,  you don't catch diseases? , cholera, or even more ?".

" It's none of your concern. And yes . I live here. It's what I can afford".

" Meaning now you have no job you won't afford anything ?".

" It's my problem."

" No, it's mine too. I have to take care of my image.  Thinking of where were going, you need to be a little more sophisticated".

" How do you intend to make me look sophisticated? ".

" I knew you'll come out like this,  I mean.  This type of outfit. So I have ordered something for you".

Why was he acting so bad and nice at thesame time? . Today, I've asked myself a lot of why's.

Before I could answer, the driver, opened my door and I found myself infront of a dress shop. This type of shop I have never entered because,  it was too expensive for me.