Where does the good go?

Chapter 9

"BUT WHAT DID THE CRITIC SAY?"

Jake screams and I cover the phone's speaker immediately.

"That's what I'm unsure of. Her review comes out this Sunday I guess. We'll have to wait and see", I reply uneasily. I still haven't told him about the last hug with Andrew and I still haven't told him about living with Adrian. Phew. If only he knew...

"It's two o clock Bells. You should sleep now."

Finally! I yawn and stretch-

"Unless you have something else to tell me", he says and smirks.

Oh crap. He knows.

I look at him and can't help but curse the quality of FaceTime. "So who kissed who first?", he asks and I am redder than a ripe tomato.

"No one kissed anybody!", I shout.

"Oh come on Bells! You're such a terrible liar. So how was it?", he asks still smirking.

Oh my God.

"I swear Jake! We didn't kiss! It was just a hug!", I cry and he immediately smiles.

"Hug huh? What a gentleman. So will he get my permission before asking for your hand in marriage?", he asks with his stupid dimpled smile and I groan.

"Go away, Jake. It's not like that with us. He's my boss and I'm here to learn from him", I say keeping my face straight and not blushing, or I try. "That's what she said", he pipes up and I lose my shit. "Urgh, why? Why am I still talking with you?", I whine.

"Because you need my advice", he adds quietly and smiles.

Do I? Definitely not.

"You're not even here, how will you help me?", I ask sadly missing him more than ever.

"Why don't you sleep now and I'll call you before you get to the restaurant tomorrow?", he asks in the kind voice he uses when he isn't being a jerk.

"Yeah okay, I love you Jake", I say in a tired voice and hang up after I hear him say the same. I hear the floorboard creak on the other side of my door and hear a door shut quietly, unable to stay awake anymore I just get ready to meet my personal McDreamy.

***

There's something hot on my face. Why am I sweating like a pig?

I open my eyes and close them immediately. It's so bright. I open them again and see my room lit up under the sunlight.

Whoa. This must be the first time I'm seeing so much sun in like a week. Man, do I miss California!

Wanting to bask in the Sun a little before I get to work, I run to the bathroom to get showered and dressed. I go through my toiletry bag and get my favorite lavender shampoo and apple body wash. I lather my hair with the shampoo and thank the country for the hot water. It's like the Sun has no effect on the temperature in this country.

When I'm finally done with washing my hair, shaving my legs, and conditioning my hair, I turn to grab my towel, only it isn't there.

How stupid could I be?

I look through the small cabinet and there are only handtowels which I can not use even for my hair. So I do what any sane person would do in my situation, at least that's what I told myself.

I peep outside the bathroom, and his door is locked. He surely must have left. I've never seen him in the house at this time of the day except for the first morning I ran into him in the kitchen. So I step out, my hair dripping wet and naked as the day I was born, and run to my room and thankfully it is open.