Chapter Two
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~Ellie~
Advil King was currently standing at my door and I was staring at him, frozen at my door and gaping like a fish out of water.
I watched as his perfectly thick brow arched as he continued to stare down at me. "Aren't you going to let me in?"
"I- uhm-I- sorry. P-please come in." I opened door wider as I let you him in. He swattered through, his steps sure and slow.growing nervous with each passing minute, so I squeaked out, "Would you like something to drink?"
"What do you have to offer?" He asked, still intently staring at me.
"Uhm, apple juice?"
"That'll be alright."
I sighed out deeply as I soon as I made it to my kitchen, reaching for one of my cupboards to grab a glass. It was a little to high for me, since the last time I had used a kitchen ladder to fill the top.
Finding the ladder would be a little time wasting, so I kept on jumping, wanting to reach my cupboard, but it seemed my efforts were futile. I stiffened as I felt a presence behind me, that now familiar cologne hitting my nostrils. What was he doing here?
Silently, he reached out with his perfectly long arms, picked out two glasses and then handed them to me. I muttered a 'thanks' to him, and then proceeded to pick out the apple juice. We both walked out of there, with him trailing behind me.
We both stayed silent as I poured the juice and he watched my through it.
I was thankful that my hands had remained steady the whole time, otherwise, I would have embarrassed myself and I didn't want any of that to happen
The awkward silence stretched on, and I was beginning to feel uncomfortable as his stare continued. I couldn't even properly look at him.I opened my mouth, wanting to bring an end to all of this, but he beat me to it.
"Are you single?"
Huh?
"Umh-y-yeah."
"Is there anyone you fancy? A crush or a sweetheart back at home?"
What the hell was he interrogating me for?
"No. I'm not really interested in dating anyone at the moment."
"Is that so?"
"Uhm-yeah."
I caught something glinting in his eyes, but it was gone before I could catch it. And why did he say it like that?
Silence.
We both kept sipping the juice (more like I was the only one sipping), but he kept on studying me like I was an interesting artificat. His gaze lowered, lingering on my legs, and I suddenly cursed myself for wearing shorts to bed.
Gosh, it was so awkward in here, and I could slice the tension with a hot knife.
"What brings you here this late at night?"
I blurted out.
I looked away from him as soon as I realized what I had done.
My gosh, Ellie. You're so stupid.
I hadn't meant to be so direct but I couldn't help but wonder why he was here this late.
Thankfully,he smirked, amusement shining clearly in those grey eyes. "So bold of you. Were you expecting anything else, Miss Summers?"
"N-no. Not at all."
I felt the heat creep up my ears. There was absolutely no reason for me to blush, then why the hell was I?
"Really?" He asked, leaning back in the sofa and making himself more comfortable.
"Y-yeah. Why would I? It's not like I have talked to you or anything. I don't even owe you anything."
I shut my mouth as soon as I realized I was rumbling. I was such a nervous wreck in his presence.
"Are you sure you don't owe me anything? I would beg to differ."
I frowned, wondering what he meant by that. "Oohh." I thought as realization struck. He meant the scholarship.
Advil King was by no means just the prince of StoneBridge Academy just for his looks.
That was infact far from it. It was mainly because his family was the founder of the school and by far had the biggest shares in running the business of the school.
As heir to it all, it was only reasonable that he would say that I owed him.
He wasn't wrong. From my research, he was the reason StoneBridge Academy had a scholarship program to start with. He had also gone ahead as to fund it with his own money, and all the decisions involved were made by him.
He was rich rich.
"Well, if you're talking about the scholarship, I'm truly greatful for it."
Suddenly he began to laugh and I was surprised by the sound of it. I quietly watched him wondering what I had said that was funny.
Still chuckling, Advil said, "You're funny. Funny and cute."
I flushed, my face turning a slight shade of pink. Guuhh, I couldn't stop myself from blushing. Why did he even have to say that?
"This has nothing to do with the scholarship, Miss Summers. You earned that scholarship because you deserved it."
"Oh." I blushed from the unexpected praise. "Thanks."
Silence echoed between us again between, and Advil kept on watching me like he knew something I didn't, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Are you sure you don't have a boyfriend?" There he went again. I didn't understand why he kept on asking this.
"Yeah, I don't."
"Well Miss Summers, will you be my girlfriend?"
What?
For the second time tonight, I found myself gaping at him. He sat there in my little pink sofa, calmly watching me like he hadn't said one of the most shocking statements to me.
"You can't be serious. You don't even know me. I-I..."
I was lost for words. Nothing made sense at all.
"I'm afraid I'm being serious."
"Then why?"
At that, he rose from his seat, stalking towards where I sat. On my desk. I learned back, but I had nowhere to go. Advil had cornered me.
"You wanna why I want you to be my girlfriend?"
I nodded.
He played with a lock of my hair, using it to caress my face. From my cheekbone, to my nose and then onto my lips.
Still playing with my hair, he reached out with his other hand and pulled out an envelope. "Do you recognize this?"
With horror, I tugged it out of his hands as I realised what it was. It was the same as the envelopes I had received earlier. This one also had my name on it, in the same handwriting as the other three that I still had.
"Where did you get this?" The wheels were clearly turning in my head and even though he hadn't said anything yet, I knew I had to tread carefully.
"Did you think I was non-existent, Miss Summers? You and I, now know who I'm and there's no denying it."
He was right. I knew without a doubt that he was the one sending the envelopes every month.
We were already close, and he was still cornering me. Advil inched closer, and we were now only noses apart.
"It looks like you do owe me something after all, little Ellie."
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