Love Aint Always Pretty novel Chapter 5

Incontro

Translation: Encounter

Origin: Italian

5

I sit right next to his feet on the edge of his bed while I was waiting for the dreadful five minutes to end. He was sitting down while resting his back on the headboard and had his phone on his hand. Tracy had finally given it to him maybe. He didn't even look at me or made any form of way to start a conversation. Hell, why would be even start a conversation with me?

I sigh heavily, making him notice that I was getting bored in here. I think my saliva has ran dry cos we're both so quiet.

"Just so you know I need that shirt back by Friday." I hear him, talking. Finally.

It worked. He talked.

I gazed at him over my shoulder. "I'll dry wash it. Don't worry."

He grunts. "Four more minutes."

As if he's the only one in agony here. There was that awkward pause in between us again. I just sat there and he just sat there on the bed. Then all of a sudden I notice him standing up on his feet, "Thanks for subbing for my sister by the way."

"Yeah. No prob." I said.

I gazed at him. He was just standing right next to his bed and was looking at me. God he's hot. "And I didn't know you know how to say thank you."

"Yeah learned it in pre-school actually." He answers sarcastically.

"Wow. How informative of you." I rolled my eyes at him then glanced at my watch.

I sigh. "Can we do something fun in your room for four minutes?"

He scratched his nape. "Nope."

I stood up and stared at him staring at me.

"Let's play 20 questions." I snapped.

"Not a good idea. I don't like answering questions." He groaned.

"Come on it's gonna be fun!"

"No." He said firmly.

I sighed.

"It's just for four minutes. Come on, it's boring here." I urged him.

"I told--"

"I promise I won't tell anyone your answers. Well, I don't know anyone here yet but I promise I'll keep it." I pull my right hand up beside me.

He groans softly. "Fine, let's play. I'll start. Why are you so annoying?"

I gaped. "I'm not annoying." I answer him right away as I sit back down on the bed.

"You're not answering. I thought we were playing 20 questions." He sits back down on the bed as well.

I arched my eyebrow. "I'm annoying because... you're annoying me. So I need to annoy you more."

Nick slightly pulled his head back and grinned. He actually grinned. "That doesn't even make sense."

"My turn. Why are you such a pain in the ass?" I asked him.

His light blue eyes travelled to me. "I think I'm naturally born like it."

I just nod. "How old--"

"My. Turn." He cuts me off.

I rolled my eyes at him and he's just so pesky right now. At first he didn't want to play and now he's eager for his turn.

"What ya taking up?" He asked.

"English literature." I said proudly. "How old are you?" I asked quickly. I've been dying to know his age.

"I'm old enough."

"That's not even an answer!" I snapped.

He smirked. "Yeah it is. Why did you help me last night?"

"Cos I'm a nice person."

"Nice person." He snorted to himself and laughed at my answer.

"What's going to happen this Friday that this shirt seems to be so important to you?" Ignoring what he just said.

"Ceremony." He answered right away.

Ceremony?

"Were you planning to keep my shirt then? Sounded like it." He asked impassively.

I gaped. "What?! No. Why do you always assume women around you likes you? You're so full of yourself, you know that?"

"Why are so uptight and act like you're someone special? Like all princessy shit. You look down at us like we need to bow before you." Oh he's offended and he's getting back at me.

We were firing questions now and not playing anymore. I could see the hate is fueling back behind those eyes. I'm sure the us he meant are the kinds of people like him. He's obviously referring to his friends and the people around this place. And I'm offended by that.

"I'm not uptight! I'm not acting as if I'm someone special! I've never looked down at anyone here. I'm not being princessy at all! That's not even a word on a dictionary." I breathe.