CHAPTER 7

I groaned as I opened my eyes when I felt someone's hands caressing my forehead. His vexed face showed up and I am just so tired to even open my mouth.

"You're awake," He forced a quick smile but I just rolled my eyes. I groaned continuously as I was trying to sit, bed made me sick even more.

He's difficult to read, he gets sullen for no reason, he gets mad, he gets cold and now? He seems worried? He's acting nice? He's kind of funny. I roamed my eyes around, windows were closed and there's a bowl of porridge beside me so I frowned. Why am I sick all of the sudden?

"You could've just left me there," I said and pulled my hair, my knees are even shivering. How sick of me!

"You fainted and it's already nine in the evening, I called my friends to keep us company. Eat the porridge first, I'll just go get the medicine." He said in hushed voice. Indeed, he got multiple moods to offer.

"You could've just left me there, why did you even brought me back here? Don't tell me. . . you're worried?" I asked and he stayed calm, he's not looking at me. He's just looking at the porridge.

"Eat this first," I didn't listen, I ignored his porridge. I bit my lower lip as I was trying to take off the comforter around my body. I still gets all butthurt seeing his face that's why I'll leave his house right now. I'd just find myself a better apartment nearby.

"Do you want me to baby you more? You're sick so I'd rather you eat this porridge or do you want me to feed you? Hard-headed!" I creased my forehead. He's angry again and I do not fucking care.

"You're no help, you're just wrecking my head. I'll eat your porridge, don't worry!" I said through gritted teeth, my lips were quivering. He just looked away and sighed. How could I even leave right now when my knees are numb?

"BARRY? IS SHE AWAKE? WE HAVE TO GO, TAKE CARE OF HER, OKAY?" I heard Charmalagne's voice outside the house, I almost forgot that they're here. I don't know what to say.

"TAKE CARE OF HER AND CALL US IF YOU NEED HELP!" That was Steven's voice and we heard their motorcycle roared to its life, I wasn't able to thank them so as Barry because we're both silent for no reason.

I groaned in pain as I was trying to stand up, I closed my eyes in vehemence. I felt infuriatingly dizzy. I almost lost my balance but Barry immediately wrapped his arms around my waist so I just rested my head on his chest, he smells good and I don't like it.

"Rest, please! Do you want me to scold you more, huh?"

I plastered a smile when he laid me down.

"You are all the same, you are just like them. You're just like them! You turned out to be mad at me just like them."

I bit my lower lip, why am I so bothered? Why am hurt?

"I'll find a better apartment. Am gonna leave you and that's a great news, right?" I added, I felt his fingers tucking some strands of my hair behind me ear. He's giving me unknown shudders.

"You're really sick, do not say anything or else I'll bring you to the nearest Hospital." I quickly opened my eyes at that, there's no way! He placed the back of his palm on top of my forehead, he's checking my temperature.

"Don't touch me, tsk! I'm hungry, let me eat your porridge!"

I rolled my eyes at him and I later saw a small smile on his face and he's making my chest pound in so much perplexity. I rolled my eyes, dismissing some thoughts inside me.

"Sorry," My brows met upon hearing that. He's even smiling while trying to feed me with his porridge. I couldn't move all of the sudden, I was just staring at him. My lids were very heavy but I wouldn't dare miss a single glance of him smiling.

"It's hot!" I almost pulled his hair when he shoved the spoonful of porridge inside my mouth, it's hot!

"Sorry again," He's really smiling. Annoying! Why is he smiling like that?! My heart went berserk and perhaps, I was just nervous. I tried mimicking his smile, to ridicule him.

My smiles turned into laughter, he's funny to look at. He's probably annoyed now.

I continued on laughing until his bloodshot eyes met mine. How dare this asshole turned me this way? His broad shoulders maneuvered so our faces are only inches away from each other. How the fuck that even his breath smells so good?

"You did great, you were cool. Sorry for what happened, I was just. . . worried and scared." Every words, he mean it.

"Forget it, just feed me!" I just replied and begrudginly covered his face with my palm, he's making me uncomfortable with our faces be that close.

"Stay healthy, I'm no good when it comes to sick people."

He said so I rolled my eyes. He got me medicines and I thanked him inside my mind. After all, he's a good man.

When he left me to sleep, I covered my face with my hands. I tried to stop my beats for him but they were like a porsche with no brakes. I am scared because he's slowly rhyming my broken poetry.