Episode 5: A Not-So-Cheesy John
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Tia rushed home. It's 6:15 PM already and she is hopeless to find her damn ID. Annoying John will come up soon and her day...and night, will be totally ruined.
She wore a black halter top and a black above-the-knee skirt. She applied a light makeup and tied her hair in a ponytail. She wore her black 2-inch heels and waited for John at the living room.
That bastard is so annoying. My whole night is so ruined and it's all because of him. What is he up to? Taking me out on a date? But I can decide if I want to come or not. So,....if I can decide then why I am all dressed up? Does this mean I agree to have a date with that bastard?
Gosh, what is happening with me?
She heard the sound of a car outside. The devil has arrived. Tia grabbed her wallet and opened the front door. But, there's no John.
Where is John? And whose car is this parked outside of our gate?
An unfamiliar man jumped out of the car. He is probably in his 50's, tall and masculine.
Who is this man? What is he doing here?
" Hello, good evening young lady." the man greeted.
"Hi, and who are you Mister?" I asked.
"Oh yes, I'm Millard. I just wanted to talk with Linda." he answered.
Linda? My mom? Why? Who is he?
"Oh Linda. She is my mom." I declared.
"So, you are the daughter she's been mentioning about." he said.
"Yeah, that's me 'coz I am her only child. By the way, why do you want to talk with mom?" I asked. Been mentioning about? So, Mom mentioned me to strangers? This man is unfamiliar. He's probably a new guy.
"I have an important appointment with her. Is she there?" he said and take a peek at the front door.
"No, she's not home yet. Her work will be up till 9:00." I said and turned back to go inside.
"Wait! Where is she working at?" he asked.
"I won't tell you. You're a stranger. And Mom said I must not talk to strangers." I said before closing the door.
Not talk to strangers? But I have talked already. So ironic!
Tia glanced at the wall clock. It's 7:05 PM already. Where is that man? He is five minutes late. Will he not come? That asshole is a piece of s**t. I hate him! He made me dress up for nothing? I swear I'll murder him.
7:09 PM...
7:15 PM...
7:20 PM....
20 minutes had passed and still no John. My whole night is ruined. huhuhuhu
The doorbell rang.
"Oh, I don't want to get up." she moaned, then sighed.
She slid off the couch, grabbed her wallet and walked to the front door. She opened the door and the devil is standing outside wearing a wide smile.
"Hi." he greeted.
"What are you doing here?" Tia didn't sound...angry.
Why will I be angry? I'm not waiting for him.
Really Tia? You're not waiting for him?
"Picking you up. Are you tired waiting for me?" He said with a smile.
"No, you can go now. I'm about to sleep." I said.
"Really? You're obviously tired waiting for me, sweetie. I'm so sorry I made you wait." He said. His tone is so sincere.
What is happening with me? Why my heart beats so fast like a sports car? He is just apologizing. I won't fall with his words.
Really Tia?
"I want to sleep."
"Do you like sleeping?" he asked.
What a stupid question!
"Yes, why?" I curiously asked.
"Good, me too. We should do it together sometime." he said and winked on me.
Nice pick up line!
But why I am smiling?
"I don't think we should. And I don't want to sleep with you." I said.
Defensive much?:)
"You look great tonight." He said and looked at me from head to toe. His playful smile can be seen. He has a dimple?
That's when I remembered I have completely dressed up for this stupid date. Is he complimenting me?
Isn't it obvious Tia?
"Don't sleep yet. Your outfit will be wasted if you won't come with me." he said.
I glared at him. Asshole!
"You're so cute when you do that. If you knew just how gorgeous you are, you would appreciate yourself more." He said. I think I blushed.
What's with him tonight? He sounds so sweet.
"Your hand looks heavy, can I hold it for you?" he said with a playful smile in his face.
Oh please dear heart, don't beat so fast. He might hear us.
"Yeah my hand is heavy, 'coz I wanted to punch you. You asshole!" I said angrily, hiding my smile from him.
He just laughed.
"So much for the talk. We need to go." I said.
"Wait, won't you comment on my outfit?" He frowned.
Why is he so cute?
He is wearing a blue polo and slacks. He looks handsome tonight. More handsome.
"I don't like your outfit." I said.
"Really? Why?" He sound sad.
But he's still cute. What's wrong with me?
"I just don't like your outfit. That's all." I said and walked past him.
" Why? You want me naked?" He shouted and there's that teasing smile again.
"Sure." I mindlessly said.
Whaaatttt?! Did I really said that? Omoooo.....
"So,... you wanted to see me naked, huh." He teased and rushed towards me.
Oh no....I didn't mean to say that.
" Okay, okay. You're great in your suit. You look handsome. I'm just joking a while ago." I said. I felt tensed. Why did I feel like this?
He laughed hardly.
"You're so much cute when you're scared. Do you really think I'll strip in front of you?" He said and laughed again.
I frowned. He's teasing me.
"What's wrong, baby?" he asked.
Baby? He hadn't called me 'baby' since then. W-wait! Am I jealous? No, no, no. I am not!
" Nothing's wrong. Let's go. Mom will be home at 9:00 PM. You should take me home before 9:00 o'clock." I irritably said.
" Really? I didn't know that. It's 7:35 already. We don't have much time." He said and opened the car door for me.
Gentleman, huh?
I quickly get inside the car.
"Is this your car?" I asked.
" Yes. Why you asked?"
"Uhmmm, just nothing." I answered.
We were silent on the whole trip. We drove for like fifteen minutes and stopped by at a two-storey house. What are we doing here? Aren't we supposed to go on a restaurant or somewhere?
As soon as we got out from the car, I saw a familiar car parked in front of us. I mean, in front of John's car.
"Whose house is this? I thought we were supposed to go on a restaurant or somewhere else." I said.
"Shhhh... This is our house. Be quiet, okay?" He said.
"Your house?!" I asked loudly.
He covered my mouth.
"I said be quiet."
"Why?" I whispered.
He looked at me. Our faces are only inches apart. He stared at my lips...or am I just assuming. I faked a cough.
" 'Coz they will hear us." he whispered.
"Why?" I don't understand him.
"Save your questions for later. We need to get upstairs." He said and grabbed my hand.
His hand is so cold.
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