Stella’s point of view.
I have been trying to catch some sleep ever-since I bid Megan goodnight and came to my room, but to no avail, rather, I’ve been tossing and turning and yawning and thinking about what she had told me.
What she said is definitely not true. I mean, I don’t have any feelings or whatsoever for Mr. huge d**k, but why can’t I seem to stop thinking about him.
Just when another yawn was leaving my mouth, my door suddenly flung open with a loud bang and I jumped slightly in fright because I wasn’t really expecting someone would suddenly open my door.
“What the f**k, Meg? You scared the life out of me”
She giggled, and put her hands together in a pleading manner.
“I’m in a rush, I’m late for work” she said.
I furrowed my eyebrows.
“Work?”
My eyes trailed down her body, and she’s truly dressed formally, in a tight pencil skirt, heels, and everything.
“You vowed never to go back to SIN because your boss is an a*shole, right?” I asked rhetorically.
She put her hands behind, and walked slowly in, but stopped abruptly and leaned her upper body forward with a small frown as she studied my face closely.
“What happened the heck to you? Why are there dark circles underneath your eyes?” she asked.
Dark circles? I quickly touched my face, then sighed and shook my head with a small shrug, and yawned again.
“I’ve been trying to catch some sleep and…”
I trailed off as something dawned on me. I took a look at her outfit again, then snapped my head towards my alarm clock, and gasped loudly.
“7:45am? It’s morning already?”
She rushed towards my window, and flipped the curtains open instead of replying to my question.
“Duh” she nodded at the bright blue sky.
“You mean I was awake throughout the night?” I asked again, as if it wasn’t obvious enough.
“Pretty much” she replied.
I facepalm myself. I can’t believe I was up all night, thinking about Mr. huge d**k. What spell has he cast on me?
“I’d love to find out what kept you up all night, but I’m late for work…”
Thank God -I celebrated mentally.
“… but don’t think I’m done with you, I’ll find out when I get back” she said with a promise in each word.
Oh, no -I groaned mentally. I was happy I didn’t have to deal with her curiosity because trust me, you wouldn’t want to deal with a curious Megan.
“I made breakfast a quick breakfast, I’d advise you go eat now before it gets cold”
“What did you make?” I asked, although I already had a hint.
“Noodles”
I knew it. Noodles are her quick breakfast, fortunately, she makes the best noodles.
“I’ll be on my way” she moved closer to me, held my face and kissed my cheeks. “I’ll see you in the evening, darling” then rushed out before I could say another word.
I raised my hands up and stretched my stiff limbs, and felt relieved as I heard a few cracks in my joints.
Then jumped off my bed, but groggily walked towards the bathroom to do my morning routine -I’m starting to feel sleepy now that I know I stayed up all night -I guess I’ll just go back to sleep after eating breakfast.
•••••
I was eating my noodles (almost done though), and watching some funny video clips when I heard the doorbell ring.
I frowned and glared daggers at the door, trying to give myself reasons to get the door. I mean, why do people always come at the wrong time?
The doorbell ring again, and due to my irritation at that moment, I imagined the sound increasing, making it hard for me to ignore.
I paused my video, dropped my fork and stormed towards the door, ready to take it out on whoever’s behind the door.
But all those anger left me, immediately I flung the door open, and came face to face with Jimmy.
“Jim?”
“Good morning, sunshine” he greeted me with a smile.
“Morning” I replied with a forced smile. “What are you doing here so early in the morning?” I asked, while stepping aside for him to come in.
“It’s not early, it’s almost 8:30am” he answered.
He walked in, and my forced smile turned into a genuine frown as soon as I saw someone I wasn’t expecting to see for the rest of my life, walking in after him.
In case you can’t figure it out on your own, I’m referring to Jimmy’s friend, Peter, we met at Joan’s two days ago, and he thought it was wise to disrespect me, simply because I didn’t f**k him.
I quickly stepped in front of him, and stopped him from making any further movements. I glared disgustingly at him, before facing Jimmy.
“Why did you bring this thing to my place?” I spat out in pure disgust.
I know my reaction and everything is rude, but you can’t blame me, he was rude to me first.
“He should leave” I stated.
Jimmy chuckled. “Calm down now, tigress” he tried to pull me into a hug, but I took a step back and he got the message. “You know, I have been doing some thinking and I realized you’re right, love isn’t your thing, so, you not f**king me doesn’t mean you’re in love with someone”
Finally, someone shares the same thought as me.
“Now the only possibility of you chasing me out yesterday, is him”
I furrowed my brows while waiting for him to elaborate on his words.
“Peter disrespected you at Joan’s, and I was the one who made you two meet, so it’s only right you vent your anger on me…”
He thought I didn’t want to have s*x with him because of his friend’s rude behavior? Oh boy! He couldn’t be any wrong.