CHAPTER 13
CHLOE'S POV
I walked towards my window and saw Keith already standing on the balcony.
"How'd you get here so fast?", I questioned when I also came out to the balcony.
"It's just a climb away", he shrugged.
"Thanks", I said after we stared at each other for a while.
"For what?"
"For being a good listener and a good friend"
"That's not something to thank me for"
"You should have at least replied with 'you're welcome', you know", I chuckled.
" Yeah, whatever, have you had dinner? Cos I know you've been sleeping for a while", he asked, his voice filled with concern.
" No, and I'm not hungry", I replied and at that moment, my stomach growled.
" You're not hungry, huh?", he smirked and my cheeks heated up.
" Shut up", I said shyly.
"Ok, I had a feeling you'd say you're hungry so I made chicken pot pie"
"Really?!", I squealed in delight.
" Yeah, just hold on, let me get it for you", he said and was about jumping back to his window when I hugged him from behind.
" You're the best", I took a deep breath, inhaling his scent.
" I know", he replied with a chuckle, then I let him go.
I felt butterflies in my stomach and I haven't felt like this in a long time.
Keith came back a few minutes later with a plate of pie in his hand and the aroma filled my senses.
"This smells soooooo.... good"
"Of course it does, cos I made it", he said with a smirk.
" I didn't know that you were this cocky", I smacked his head.
" Come on, I was trying to impress you", he pouted.
" I don't care cos I'm starving ", I whined.
" Here you go...no", he lifted the plate above my head.
" Why...are...you....doing...this?",I constantly jumped, trying to reach the plate.
"Cos you're short", he smirked.
"It's not my fault I'm not as tall as the redwood tree"
"I'm only gonna give this on one condition"
"What is it?"
"Kiss me", he said without an expression on his face and that was all it took to make me think he was serious.
"Are you serious?", I whispered.
He didn't reply and we just stood like that for a few seconds, before he started laughing.
"Why are you laughing?", I creased my brows.
"You should have seen yourself. I was just joking", he tried to catch his breath.
"It didn't seem like you were, though", I whined and smacked his head.
"You are so gullible"
"No, I'm not"
"Yes, you are"
"I'm not"
"You are"
"I'm not and don't argue"
"Ok, if you don't agree that you're gullible, I'll just eat this plate of delicious, mouthwatering, chicken pot pie", he waved the plate in front of my face.
"Can't I just do something else than that?", I pouted.
"Would you rather kiss me?", he asked and I put a lot of thought into that question.
Should I???
I weighed my options carefully before speaking.
"I'll do it"
"Do what?", he asked with a confused face.
"I'll rather kiss you than to say I'm gullible"
"You can have the pie", he handed it to me.
"Why?"
"Cos you're hungry and you're too proud"
"No, I'm not. I just didn't want to say I'm gullible and the other option was to kiss you and that I was ready to because it wouldn't take a roll on me", I said, all in one breath.
"Wow. I'm surprised"
"Forget about that. Now, I'm hungry and I want you to feed me"
Hold on a sec!!!!!!!
Where did that courage come from!!!!!
"Ok", he picked up the fork, cut a piece of the pie and fed me.
"I thought you wouldn't do it"
"And what kind of gentleman would that make me?", he smirked.
He's said this twice today!!!!!!
"Just feed me", I smacked his head again.
"Hey, you've smacked my head thrice just this night", he whined.
"And I'll add a fourth one if you don't feed me"
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It's been an hour since Keith and I said our good nights, and I just can't seem to understand how I'm feeling.
Is it normal to find your neighbor attractive just after your breakup?
Speaking of breakups, Nolan hasn't called me and I'm quite happy, but I just jinxed it.
My phone started ringing and it was him.
"Hey", I spoke into the server.
"Hi, how are you?"
"I'm good. Why'd you call?"
"I just wanted to hear your voice"
"And....?"
"I also wanted to apologize about what happened last time. It isn't what you think it is"
"Then what is it then?"
" I was still in school that time I called you and then she appeared out of nowhere"
" And you expect me to believe that?"
" Please, I know I've hurt you but let me make it right. I want you back. What I had with her meant nothing to me"
" So you agree that you had something with her"
"Yes, I agree I had something to do with her but it didn't mean anything and it never will, ok?"
" Nolan, I'm not gonna accept you back"
" Why? Is it because of him?"
" Who?"
" Keith "
" Keith has nothing to do with this, ok? You were that one that screwed up what we had"
" I'm willing to make it up to you, just give me a chance"
" Good night, Nolan", I ended and heaved a sigh.
I really need to forget Nolan.
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MONDAY
The shrill sound of my alarm clock woke me up and that was when I realized I had slept on my vanity table.
I couldn't sleep last night so I wanted to sketch the dress for the project.
I grumpily got up and showered. I picked something....perfect for a Monday: a white big tee and deep blue skinny jeans, also with a pair of Jordans.
I did my simple makeup and let my wavy hair down.
"I look good", I praised myself continually as I made poses in front of my full-length mirror.
Then I saw white flashes of light and I turned around only to see Keith standing in his room, facing me and taking pictures of me.
"You look really beautiful this morning", he complimented and my cheeks went CODE RED.
"Thanks and why are you taking pictures of me?"
" Because...you look amazing", I spotted the red on his cheeks.
"OMG!!!!!"
"What?"
"You're blushing again"
" No, I'm not"
"Yes, you are"
"Just get ready, I'll be coming over in 10 minutes"
" Ok", I waved at him before he left.
I grabbed my stuff and went downstairs.
" Good morning, Chloe", I heard Jess say from the kitchen.
I didn't respond, I just kept my backpack on the couch, went into the kitchen and grabbed my cookie box, with a box of milk.
"Chloe, I'm talking to you", she stopped me from walking away and turned me around to face her.
"Why are you ignoring me?", she asked staring directly into my eyes.
I still didn't say anything, and she knows if I don't wanna talk, I won't talk.
"Answer --------", Keith's car horn cut her off and I left the kitchen.
I stuffed the cookie and milk box into my backpack before leaving.