Turns out there were only a few scratches and no major damage on my motorbike. Thank goodness. Eion called Leroy to get his car from the shop and take us home, putting my motorbike on his pick up. He promised he would replace it but I said no, saying that he should just fix it. I really love that motorbike and it has sentimental value to me. It was from my dad, for goodness sake!
Eion was too afraid to drive it again, or more like afraid of me.
Later that night, a brand new motorbike came greeting me in front of our house.
Eion’s number appeared on my phone and I answered it. “Don’t bother screaming at me again because I replaced it now. I also fixed the old one. Did you like it?”
I blinked, looking at the two motorbikes in front of our house. “I mean, it was just some minor damage, Eion. But yes, I like this one. ” I replied. “Though it doesn’t have sentimental values.” And that’s on rich people… they could buy whatever they want while we unprivileged people have to work hard before attaining something. Sometimes, I forget that Eion’s rich. But more importantly, I always forget he’s my boss…
“Good, I’ll be deducting that from your salary.” He said through the phone.
“What?” I shrieked. “I can’t believe it! “How dare-”
“It’s a joke.” He cut my sentence off.
“Oh?” I cleared my throat. Gosh, I almost had a heart attack! “You got me there… You really should learn how to make a proper joke, Eion. Ha, ha..” I laughed nervously.
“Okay then, that’s all, bye.” He said and the line went off.
Later that night, I just read a book and my phone rang, notifying me that I have a message.
Unknown: Hey
Okay? Who could it be? Eion’s friends? I haven’t given them my number though…
I don’t have a lot of friends, so it’s pretty unusual for me to get texts…
Should I text back?
What if it is a stalker? A killer? A psychopath?
Me: Who is this?
Yeah way to go, Snow. If it’s a killer on the line he’ll surely say: ‘I’m a killer!’
After seconds, my phone chimed again.
Unknown: It’s Luke.
Luke? Hannah’s brother? How did he get my number?
Me: How did you get my number?
He replied as soon as I’d saved his number.
Luke: Secret.
I frowned. How did he get my number? Probably through Hannah… I made a mental note to ask her next time.
Luke: What’s up?
Me: Reading
But I couldn’t continue because you butted in. I thought.
I was quite annoyed, even though he made an effort to get my number and text me, he’d shattered my concentration.
I’ll give you some sound advice when a person is reading, you dare not distract them. If you do, prepare for war, cause I’m pretty sure they’ll do something brutal. Something that’ll make you regret why you were ever born.
Okay, I’m kidding about the last part.
But he’s a handsome distraction… a voice piped in and I shut it down. What’s the point of being handsome when he can’t let me read? I was about to text him back, scolding him for distracting me when he sent another text.
Luke: Sorry, did I disturb you?
At this, I gave in a little. It wouldn’t hurt, right? Maybe he’s an exception then…
Me: No you didn’t. It’s okay.
Luke: Okay =)))
What’s with the smiley faces?
I continued reading the book I was holding when he stopped texting. At around twelve, I started feeling drowsy, I brushed my teeth before I lay down on my bed, closing my eyes when my phone chimed from beneath my pillow.
Luke: Good night 😉
*******
I woke up at the sound of my phone chiming yet again. Who’s texting me so early in the morning? I rub my eyes lazily, pulling my phone out from under my pillow before reading Hannah’s message.
Hannah: Hey Snow!
Me: Hi, Hannah.
What’s with these siblings texting me at odd times? First Luke, and now Hannah. I chuckled softly when I remembered last night; someone texting me, me thinking of the person as a killer and it turned out to be Luke. Him texting good night.
Me: Did you give my number to Luke?
I’m not angry. And I’m certainly not complaining.
It didn’t take long for her to respond.
Hannah: I know you probably hate me, but hear me out first, okay? Luke kept pestering me about it when I said I wouldn’t give him and then he blackmailed me into it… I didn’t have a choice, I’m so sorry.
Me: No, I’m not angry. It’s okay but at first, I was freaking out thinking it was a killer.
Hannah: I should have informed you, sorry about that!
Me: Don’t apologize, I’m feeling guilty 🙁
Hannah: Okay < - >
And with that, our conversation ended.
****
And just like that, the more days passed by, the more Luke and I became close.
My phone chimed and I pulled it out of my pocket. I was slightly surprised to read the message.
Luke: I’m bored:(((
I don’t know why but I felt kinda excited about his text… I can feel my cheeks flushing, somehow nervous. I’ll better reply then.
Me: Me too
I looked around the shop and checked for customers. It was only Dax and Leroy busy conversing with each other from one of the tables and I flinched as I saw someone’s gaze on me. It was Eion, quietly staring at me but I ignored him as my phone chimed again.
“Let’s go, Dax,” I heard Leroy yelling from the table.
“Wait, I gotta pee first,” Dax replied.
“Okay, guess I should too.” Leroy said, “What about you Eion?” He asked.
“I’ll just wait here,” he replied and I heard their steps going to the restroom.
“Ahem,”
I heard someone fake-coughing from the background. I looked up to see Eion, now standing at the counter with his arms crossed.
“What?” I asked, unusually irritated by his interference. I’m not in the mood to deal with him and his mood swings today. Wasn’t it just a few days ago that we were fine?
My phone chimed again and I knew Luke was still texting, but I had to get this idiot to leave before I could reply!! Eion frowned, leaning forward to see; I quickly hid my phone from him but he was quick. In an instant, my phone was in his hands now.
I looked at him, raising my eyebrows. I was trying hard not to release my anger at him.
“What is it, Eion?”
I tried to grab my phone, ignoring his words, but he lifted it up before I could get my hands on it. I tried to reach it, but I was too short compared to him. In times like this, I completely despise my height.
“Go on, let’s see if you can get it.” He taunted, stretching up higher. I scowled at him, trying to grab my phone when something popped into my head.
Of course! How could I have forgotten?!
I quickly shifted the chair, jumping onto it, trying to grab it again, but he only moved it lower now, enough to be just out of my reach. I got down my face red with embarrassment, knowing that I probably looked like a monkey.
“See? You can’t.” He said, lifting it up again. I huffed, giving up. I decided to talk to him about giving my phone back. Lame idea, I know, but times like this call for a civilized approach.
“You were the one who said: ‘mind your own business. So now why are you butting into mine? The fact that I’m texting never hurts anyone and I’ve always attended to customers when they come in, so why are you doing this?!” I ask, “Are you jealous?”
“Me? Jealous? Never.” He says, skimming through my messages now. “Never in a million years.”
“Then why are you acting like this?!” I demand, crossing my arms over my chest, trying to sound intimidating.
“Who are you texting to?” he asked, his usual expressionless face now replaced by an irritated look.