The Best of Dimitri's Effect

Dimitri

''Just buy her what she wants!'' I exclaim on the phone, eyes wandering around to find that a few people have turned to look at me which causes me to smile at them; muttering an apology under my breath before walking down the aisle, ''She's pregnant. What do you expect? Just buy her whatever she wants. Put your lazy ass aside,'' I add, quietly.

Aidan sighs deeply on the other line, ''Don't get me wrong, man. She can eat whatever she wants and I can buy her whatever she needs but I just got back from work, she wouldn't even let me change, for god's sake—she was literally dragging me out the front door before I accidentally got pissed off and now she's locking herself in our room.'' He replies.

''Just . . . just, knock on the door and say that if she steps out, you'll take her out to buy whatever she wants.'' I mutter, looking down the aisle for Brody's favourite cereals. ''You have got to understand that pregnant women tend to get pretty sensitive and you have to deal with that for the upcoming months. Just—''

He cuts me off, ''—shut up, you're nagging. I hate it when you're nagging,''

''Well, you asked for it!''

''Whatever, I'll just text or call you tomorrow on whatever happens later. You're right, I need to give in and just understand her more especially when she's going through a lot of changes with her body. Thanks, man.'' He continues to speak as I hear him walking, letting me nod my head and mutter 'thank God' under my breath for cutting off the conversation.

''Later,'' I hang up the call before turning around to see an old woman staring at me with her lips curved up into a smile, causing me to smile back at her as I awkwardly grab onto my son's favourite cereal.

''Have a nice day,'' I nod my head as I slowly turn around to walk away, furrowing my brows in confusion at the sudden sight of her before heading straight towards the cashier to pay. As soon as I hand him over the total amount, I grab onto the paper bag and walk ahead towards the exit, heading straight towards my car or more precisely, towards where my car was.

My eyes wander around the parking lot to find my spot is currently empty before finding a note with the same exact handwriting that I've been receiving for the past couple of months with my belongings missing, 'I like playing games. Do you?' I read, slowly crumbling it.

This whole idiotic mess has got to stop, it has been going on for months and I've never once gotten to the stage where I find clues because every time I end up losing something, there's always this note with different words but same handwriting which makes no sense. At the same time, why would someone even bother to stalk me around and end up stealing my stuff?

''Great . . . just great,'' I mutter under my breath.

I unlock my phone to go through my contacts but to my surprise, my phone shuts down, signalling for me to charge it immediately in order to continue using. Just like that, my grip around my phone starts to tighten with my anger slowly rising up but I breathe out, trying to control myself from throwing anything onto the ground.

Within seconds, I'm already walking down the busy streets of New York without being bothered by the people surrounding me, only letting me walk down with my grip tightly onto the paper bag in my hand—with one thing on my mind, head home with this cereal safe so that Brody can enjoy a nutritious breakfast in the morning.

''Crappy day at work, ran out of cereals, best friend called to talk about other best friend, got my car stolen, have to walk about fifteen blocks. Yeah, yeah, how bad can this day get?'' I mutter under my breath before looking up to find the streets with less people, making me walk faster so that I can reach home faster with another thing on my mind, 'my bed must've missed me.' which causes me to smile, knowing that this whole crap will be worth it at the end.

My eyebrows furrow at the sound of someone muttering curses under her breath which causes me to look around, searching for the source.

''He's going to call back, he's going to call back, he's just busy.'' I continue to walk down the road, seeing a beautiful figure standing near one of the apartments, seeing her holding tightly onto her phone as she run her fingers through her dark, long hair. Just as I take a few more steps ahead, I am left mesmerised by her exotic features.

Her dark brown eyes are staring down at her phone screen as her eyebrows furrow, with her hair in a beautiful mess as her long legs stretch down the stairs, waiting for the 'person' to return her calls while I take my time to appreciate the beauty she holds. For some reason, she seems to be exact woman that I've once described to Kenna, except that she has long hair and dark eyes but everything else fits.

''Where is he? Why did my calls went straight to voicemail?'' She sighs deeply, ''Come on, come on, I've been waiting for hours—where are you, damn it? Just pick up the phone,'' She continues to speak with her eyes almost tearing up as her fingers fidget as she brings one hand through her hair, seems to have a habit of it.

''Trouble in paradise?'' I ask, frozen at my spot as soon as her eyes meet mine.

Both of her eyes linger longer onto my face before they start to wander down my body, seeing me holding onto my paper bag with nothing else in my hand but my phone. ''Excuse me?'' She raises an eyebrow, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she stands up, leaning closer towards the door. ''This is my home,'' She adds.

''It's cold. Why aren't you getting inside?'' I ask, causing her to get caught off guard as she clears her throat—letting me take a moment to eye down her outfit, seeing her standing in a pair of summer jeans, dark blouse and casual brown fashionable boots; not exactly the perfect outfit for this kind of weather which makes me wonder if she's from around here, at all especially at the sight of a luggage near her.

are slightly apart, ''Who are you? I can get inside whenever I want, excuse you. How about you try minding your own business and walk along?'' She looks away, showing a

''My name's Dimitri—''

''I didn't ask for your name,'' She cuts me

loud talking to your phone,'' I point down at the phone in her hand, ''You're disturbing others. Besides, it's cold outside and it's only going to get colder especially in that outfit of yours, why don't you get inside or

through something in her bag. ''Oh! I completely forgot my keys, must've left it in my car. Thanks for your concern,

wait, a minute. Did you just call me Derrick?'' My question seems to

''Isn't

stare back into mine, it leaves me hanging to think that this stranger in front of me is someone I barely even know. For instance, I don't even know her name and that's telling me something but it's odd how she can make me feel all sorts of things just when she looks at me like that or by how

let out a soft chuckle, ''First of all, Derrick is nowhere near my name. Second, are you sure you don't know me? You've never seen my face anywhere? Somewhere? Because that's likely impossible, especially if you live in New York, in that apartment, even if that's your apartment.'' I raise an eyebrow, seeing her roll her

Derrick, I don't know you. You don't know me and that means we can just move on like how we were doing

not Derrick, for god's sake. I'm not Derrick,'' I pinch the bridge of my nose, feeling myself pissed off by this girl who seems to have made me feel a lot of things just by the past

who has a girl clinging onto his arm, they seem to be around the same age

frown at the sight of her hand on cupped on my mouth as

what you have in mind, love but I think I deserve to know your name first before we get started.'' My lips curve up

''Shut up, Derrick.''

I roll my eyes in annoyance, ''For the third time, for god's sake, woman. My name is

to widen in surprise before remaining silent. ''That motherfucker, that asshole, that lying freak! He—he's cheating on me. No wonder he didn't answer my calls or reply to my damn text messages because he was with that ugly brunette! She's not even near

I step out from behind the building to

her running towards them which causes him to immediately let her second girlfriend to step inside the house before closing the door, letting his first girlfriend A.K.A the stranger I know, to push him to

The guy says, grabbing onto both of her arms while she tries to extract her claws as

which makes me to look down at her figure, seeing her standing tall, probably around five foot seven or five foot eight but honestly, if I ever lay eyes on her just like how I did earlier, I would've guessed that she's kind, sweet and probably even honest. I mean, the honest part is correct but kind and

You lying bastard!'' She continues to punch onto his chest which causes him to block her every attacks, ''You're cheating on me with some idiotic looking girl, you manipulative asshole! How could you even consider doing that? How could you even hurt me? You told me you loved me!''

''Hey, hey, Sophia, and what I told you was true. I did love you and I meant every word I said but things've changed which means that you and I are no longer a thing. I'm sorry for not answering your calls or reply to any of your text messages for the past few weeks but I don't want you to ruin this for me. Don't ruin my

name sounds like

angry and you have every right to be but now that you've found out the truth about Brianna, it's best if we end things like this, yeah?'' He continues to talk as he makes his way towards his front door, making Sophia's eyes widen before she starts to grab onto his hair, pulling him closer towards her as

your ass first!'' She starts to push him down onto the ground which causes him to fall before sitting on top of him with her hands attacking him in every way possible as he continues to block her attacks

''Sophia, you're hurting me!'' He

in so many ways possible that it feels like my heart is going to explode!'' She stops, letting the tears fall down her cheeks as people walk down the streets to turn and look at them. ''After everything that I did to make sure that

her up with him looking down at both of us, ''Do you want to punch him? Just say the word,'' I say, looking down at her as I watch the tears stream down her cheeks while she rubs onto her

go. If he deserves to be

crazy, man.'' He says towards the damsel in distress in front of me before running straight into his apartment, closing

are walking down the streets as they continue to look at us, throwing me dirty looks as if I'm the cause of this whole destruction which causes me to slowly place one hand on her

to soothe her down but her cries are only getting louder. ''Just so you know, I'm not

She chuckles, ''You're terrible

''I told you. So, instead of just crying here in the streets, why not I buy you a drink and you can continue crying then?'' I ask, one of my hand on her waist as she continues to wipe away her fallen tears while

already sit face to face as we continue to gaze down at our drinks. I take a sip of my beer while she continues to stare at hers, not knowing whether she should take a

''I'm not a good drinker,'' She replies, her

saying that you

don't get bothered by it. It's just that . . . I get drunk easily and I have a habit of saying stupid things when I'm drunk,'' She continues to speak, her hand reaching out for the