Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 4

“What?” he asked getting angry as he stood up and moved to where the food I dropped was?
“You heard me right. I said moving back

“Well, that’s a characteristic of the poor. I bet your mum food would lack nutritional value and the taste, gush.

The scent would be so bad” he said getting me angrier
Well am better, at least I prepare my food myself unlike not spoilt rich kid who can’t cook. I bet you can’t boil water for tea or even boil an egg.

I maybe poor or come out from a poor family but I don’t behave as irrational as you do”
“How dare you?” he asked angrily, he was practically boiling.
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I moved towards him and stood faced at him, even though he was taller than me.
“You are a f—–g, inhuman, silly jerk and I don’t give a d–n of who the hell you are or what you f—–g are”

Then the unexpected happened. He took a plate of the food I dropped and slammed it on me.

I stood transfixed at the position as the food poured down from my head down my body.

He looked at me remorsefully and quickly looked away.

“You caused it” he said and walked out

Tears flowed down my eyes. I have never been so embarrassed to this extent in my life.

I sat down and wailed like a baby.

He didn’t even apologize, I cried nonstop….
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ERIC POV
It wasn’t my fault, she made me do it, and she called me an irrational person. I hate when a being called names
She started it right from the school, she was really bold to talk to me the way she did
I thought she was from a rich family, with the way she behaved. I did a little background check up on her and found out that she was from a poor background.

I then decided to teach her a lesson, that when the idea of ordering the food that can feed 100 people from her mum came to me.

When she brought the food, I thought she would be scared and beg me to forgive her but instead she told me she didn’t care who the f–k I was and what I am. That was rude to me and I slammed the food at her.

I could see the shock expression she had on her face that suddenly turned to tears, I was remorseful but I couldn’t bring myself to apologies to her, after all she was the one that made me do it. I smiled as I recalled the event.

“That served her right”
I walked straight to my room and climbed on the bed, picked up my phone and logged into facebook to chat with my friends. They were already online and I narrated what happened to them. They sent me emoji expressing how funny it was and wished they were there except Leo. I wonder what is up with him; he has kind of been behaving strangely since the incident I had with that girl in school……….. …….
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AMY POV
While I was still crying I felt a cloth touch me, sensing it was a handkerchief, I collected it without looking at the person who stretched it to me. Who was that? I didn’t know
I cleaned my eyes but the tears kept dropping. I then heard the voice of the person that gave me the handkerchief
“Pretty girls are not suppose to cry” he said
Wait, was that Paul? No, that’s not his voice, or is it Eric?

I don’t think so, the idiot left me, nor did he come back?
I raised my head slowly to behold the figure before.

To say I was shocked and amazed is an understatement, I was practically floating in heaven. Here before me stood the almighty, beautiful not handsome, delicious, sweet LEO, with that cute smile that took me to cloud nine.

“Leo” I called. How did………..
“You mean how I got here”
I nodded my head; I couldn’t find the words to say, I guess I was still surprised that he was standing before me.

He just moved back to the wall, resting on the wall upside down
“Just clean your tears, a pretty girl like you is not suppose to let a drop off tears drop from your eyes”

A smile formed on my face and I used the handkerchief he gave me to clean my eyes, but when I opened my eyes he was gone.

What where did he go to?
After searching the whole building without seeing him, I mounted on my bicycle and cycled home

But how could he go without telling me, and how the hell did he move out of the building without me knowing, or am I hallucinating?

I got home and went straight to my room, ignoring the rants and questions she through at me. I got in to my room, locking it from inside

I just wasn’t ready for her unending questions and answer session, all I need now is a cold bath to calm my nerves and my brain, because right now my brain isn’t functioning well.

I went to the bath tub and laid in it, allowing the cold water run down my body. I washed all my delicate parts well.

I hope you are not visualizing me naked… you are going to hell if you are doing that.
Few minutes later I was through and I jumped on my bed and laid there like a dead person.

I picked my small, torch light phone to play music since that idiot had broken my phone, and I could really use music to calm my nerves down.

I scrolled down my music list and played <3 I love <3 you <3 by celin Dion as it play and I sang along with it

“I must be dreaming now, maybe I dream too much”
“But when I think of you, I long to feel your touch”

“I was shuttled to the very first day I saw you, should have made a move when looked in my eyes”

Download the song and listen to the rest.

As for that Eric, he would know who and what I really am tomorrow. With that I drifted off to sleep………


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