Stepping up my game

He didn't call me back like I hoped he will. He just stood there and watched me enter the house, without doing anything.

I ran to the house, entered my room, and banged the door behind me.

I flopped on the bed, and that was when the tears came out with a vengeance. I cried into my pillow, stifling my shouts by bitting my pillow.

I don't know why, but the thoughts of the rogue not paying attention to me don't sit well with me.

I want him to look at me like he did before. I want to get punished by him if that's the only way to get his attention back on me.

I want him to only see me, to only want me.

Hell!

I hit my fist on the pillow.

I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know why I'm doing this, and most importantly, I don't know what I want.

I might not like the rogue, but that doesn't mean I don't like his attention on me. Of course, I do. I love the attention of the Rogue on me.

I want us to go back to how we were before he took me to the pack.

Wait a minute.

I sat up in bed at the thoughts of my visit to my pack.

If my memory served me well, his cold shoulder started the moment we came back from the pack.

Who knew what happened that made him decide not to be flirty with me like before?

I howl out in pain.

Clutching my heart, I tried to ride out this unfamiliar pain I feel in my chest. I tried so hard to forget the feeling I got when I saw him talking to a female.

I tried to wipe out the image of the two talking, but it wasn't easy to do so. I can't wipe a memory that's engraved in my mind.

*

*

"What do you want to eat tonight?" I smile at the Rogue, but he ignored me.

"Fern?"

He was startled when I called his name. His eyes widened in surprise, before he masked them with a bored expression, "What's it?"

"I asked what you'll like to have tonight?"

"Anything is good. So far, you don't burn it, that is." He stood from the chair he was sitting on, and walked out, towards his bedroom.

"Fern?"

"What's it?"

"Be down in an hour."

"Okay." He answered in a monotonous tone.

With Fern gone, I smiled to myself as I thought about the short conversation I had with him. It might not be much, but it's a step forward.

I tied the apron around my waist and got ready to cook.

Of a truth, I don't know how to cook, but there's no way I'll sit back and watch another female take him from me, with her cooking.

I need to step up if I want him to forget all about that ugly female out there.

Who knows, she's probably thinking of a way to get rid of me, so she can occupy my space.

*

*

I prepared the simplest meal in the entire world.

After about ten tries, I finally got the perfect meal for him.

"Omelette and noddles?" Fern gave the food on the plate a very dark look. He made it seem as if there was something suspicious in the food I placed in front of him.

"Don't you like them? I can think of something else to cook for you. You don't have to—"

"I like it. You don't have to worry about making another one."

" Oh, okay."

I sit opposite him and placed the plate of food in front of me.

Discreetly, I watched as he took the first bite.

I held my breath as I watched his expression.

He frowned.

"Isn't it to your liking? Do you want me to prepare another one? Is this—?

"This is the best omelette I've ever had a taste of." He takes more from the plate and ate it as if it's some sort of manna from heaven.

" Oh." I look down to hide the blush on my face. I can't afford to let him see the red tint on my cheeks.

No, it's too embarrassing for him to see the blush on my face.

"It's delicious. I've never had an omelette that tasted this delicious."

" Thank you. You don't have to flatter me this way." I twirl my fingers.

" I'm not trying to flatter you. I'm telling you the truth. If you don't believe me, you can have a taste of it." He continued with his meal, his face having a kind of euphoric Expression.

Seeing the look on his face as he ate the meal I prepared, I took a bite of the omelette, only to run into the toilet to vomit.

"What's this? You could have truthfully told me the food isn't only spicy, but salty."

The omelette is the worst ever made on planet earth. Not only is it strong, but it's salty and spicy!

"What, this is the best omelette ever." He continued eating.

"Don't eat this, you're making me feel bad by eating this!" I remove the plate.

"You don't want me to eat the omelette you prepared?" He stood from his chair and approached me, a predatory expression on his face as he did so.

"I— It's too spicy. I can't have you eat that."

"Too spicy?" He cocked his head to the side. "If it's too salty, what else are you going to give me in compensation for the salty food you made me eat?"

I took a step back as he came closer.

"I didn't force you to eat the salty meal. You voluntarily ate it. It wasn't forced on you." I swallow deeply.

"Really? Is that the truth?" He cocked his head to the side.

"Of course, it is! You were the one who ate the salty food. I didn't force it down your throat."

"Wonderful."

" What?"

Busy as I was talking, I didn't notice anything, until he had me caged by his arms.