Lies Written by the Stars

The Eye of the Storm

Chapter 11: The Eye of the Storm

ELLE’S POV

Today, the sound of the doorbell woke me up from my nightmare.

I looked at the time, 7:30 am. Ugh. I don't know whether to be thankful or be remorseful because it is way too early to be up in a Sunday morning. But being saved from a remorseful nightmare is quite an endearing price so I think it is fine.

I sat on my bed, feeling the sleep.

My mom must have left earlier to attend the mass. She is a religious person and I can't say we are the same, but I do believe in Him. It is just that...

The sound of the doorbell disturbed my thought. Ugh. I stood up.

Maybe that is a topic for another conversation, at the right time and mind for me of the day. The doorbell rang again.

This time, still on my sleeping clothes I ran downstairs while shouting, "Coming!" I shouted.

I grabbed a baseball bat on my way through the door. I think it might be some delivery, but just to be safe. I know the baseball bat might be an overreaction but it's better to be safe than sorry. I exhaled, opening the door slightly; I looked at the person in front of it. And among all the people I expected to see here, you would have guess I have expected this. But no, I did not. It is not a delivery man, it’s Chris.

"What the hell are you doing here this early?" I looked at my surroundings.

My neighbors are up. Good, people saw him coming here. I returned my eyes at him, he has this little smile on his face like something is funny and one of his hands are on his pocket and the other is holding a paper from Mc’s. So much for not being a delivery guy, I smiled a little.

Wait no. I creased my forehead, looking at him. He must have seen my reaction to the bag he was holding because he showed it in front of me, waving it to my face.

"Good morning to you too, ma’am." He replied.

And then his eyes roamed over what I was wearing, heat consumed my body. I forgot I was still on my sleeping clothes. A very cute stitch clothes that might not be the one you expect to see from an 18 years old teenager.

I went on to close the door but Chris placed his arm in between. He hissed. My eyes widened and I opened the door.

"I'm sorry!" I held his arm using both of my hands and went to check it.

I felt his skin and my skin together, and tried to focus on his arm, completely avoiding his gaze of the loud thump on my heart. Stupid heart, here you go again.

I was checking his arm when I heard him chuckling. "It's fine. Just maybe don't use the baseball bat on me?" He jokingly said.

I let go of his arm. He’s going to be fine, just a mark on the arm but it will be gone soon.

I grabbed the baseball bat from the floor. Damn, I have dropped it in the midst of my panic. I let out a small smile and then when I looked back at him, I saw him staring at me.

“You are so not going to use that at me, are you?” He asked jokingly.

“Maybe. Maybe not.” I said, imitating what he said when Jake asked him if he likes me.

He raised his brows, looking amused. He must have remembered that. And then he looked at my clothes again, a girl on stitch clothes and a baseball bat. Nice, but whatever.

"So? You're here because?" I asked, looking at him with my suspicious eyes.

"Well, aside from me being kind enough to bring you breakfast." He raised the bag of Mc’s he has. "I'm also here for the project on our Psychology class, which I think my partner has deliberately forgotten. We need an introduction report for tomorrow right? Mr. Yada posted it."

Shit. I almost forgot. My mind was so occupied of other things yesterday. Mainly occupied with him and now he’s here in front of me.

Staring at him, and I contemplated whether to let him in or not. It won't hurt to let him in, right? At least he brought me some breakfast. And he did wake me up from my nightmare. He smiled. That smile. It’s different. It’s light and kind.

Fine.

"So, are you going to let me in or are you satisfied with just staring on my good looking face?" I glared.

I wish he would just keep that pretty mouth of his shut. What? What pretty? No. I meant ugly.

Exhaling loud enough for him to see that I did not want this; I opened the door for him to enter.

He whistled, "Sweet."

I went to place the baseball bat near, where I can easily get it and guided him to the dining room where we can eat. Then I went straight to the refrigerator to get some ice packs for his arm.

Chris is in my house. Chris. And he is looking at everything as if he is taking everything into detail. And I am just here, observing him. He placed the food on the dining table and he returned his attention to me.

I gave him the ice pack I was holding and he smiled at me thankfully.

Now I can feel the butterflies in my stomach. What now? Maybe I am hungry… So I looked at Chris and bid a fast excuse for myself.

"I'm just going to quickly change and get ready." 

I didn’t even wait for his reply and just fast walked upstairs.

Running away from him and closing my bedroom door behind me. Sitting on the floor with my back at the door, I tried to catch my breath I didn’t know I was holding. It is way too early in the morning to be dealing with this. He is too much for a Sunday morning.

After catching my breath, I stood up. Guess I just have to play along and get through this.

Opening my bathroom door to get ready, I went to grab my tooth brush.

As I brush my teeth and get ready for the day, I can't help but think.  I can't believe I woke up from my nightmare just to be greeted with another one.

I spit out my tooth paste.

What a f*****g irony.