Living With The Bad Boy

As soon as I got to my room, I slammed the door shut and made my way to the bed. I placed the box gently on my bed and went into my closet to take off my clothes, after which I had a hot bath in the tub. Once I was clean to my satisfaction, I got out of the tub and reached out for my towel hanging on the wall mounted towel rack. I wrapped the towel around my body and made my way back into the bedroom and then to the closet. I took out a pair of camisole and pink shorts which I put on immediately and left the closet. I blow-dried my wet hair and wore a bonnet over it after combing it.

I made my way back to the bed and sat down, I took the box from beside me and placed it gently on my lap. I was about opening it when I heard my mum’s call.

“Coming mum!” I yelled back and stood up immediately. I took the box along with me and placed it on my desk before making my way out of the room and down the hall, towards the stairs. I climbed down the stairs, headed towards the dinning where my mum sat with dishes on the table.

“Hey mum” I said as I joined her and sat opposite her.

“How are you feeling now honey?” She inquired as she fixed me with a worried look.

“I don’t remember telling you that I was sick” I rolled my eyes as I pulled out a plate by my side.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“But you caught a flu and you were sneezing” She said to me.

“No mum, I’m fine. Please don’t tell me you made soup” I almost cried once I pulled open one of the dishes.

“Of course I did, your health is not child’s play” She fixed me with a stare.

“Oh God, mum!” I said, facepalming myself.

“The good news is that it’s chicken soup, spicy chicken soup” She chuckled as she dished out her food.

“I don’t have any appetite, I’ll be in my room” I pushed my chair backwards and stood up.

“Not so fast young late” She brought me to a halt.

“Mum….”

“Move an inch further and you’re grounded for a week” She said with all seriousness. I searched her face for any sign that she was joking but her face stood firm and cold, void of emotion.

Yup, totally serious.

“Just so you know, this is child abuse” I sat back down staring at the food in front of me. I almost shrieked at the sight. How much I hate soup.

“Table manners miss” She said without even sparing me a glance.

The rest of the dinner was eaten in silence, after which I helped my mum with the dishes and then retired to my room to sleep.

***

Two days has passed and I haven’t seen or heard from Aiden. Not even a call or a text. My ego was too big to even call or text him.

I also haven’t heard from Alex.

Alex! It’s been long I even thought about him. Surprisedly I don’t feel heavy hearted like before whenever I thought about him.

I wonder how he is and what he’s doing. He hasn’t even replied my previous texts or calls and I also never called or texted him after that one last time. I’m worth more than that. After all I didn’t do anything to him. My only crime is in falling in love with that asshole.

In as much as I wanna hate him, I just can’t. I can’t even bring myself to hate him despite all he’s done already. It might seem stupid of me but I just can’t.

“Enough of thinking already, I need to get dressed, Hailey will be here anytime from n….”

“Liv!” Speak of the devil.

Wait for it….

The door to my room burst open without any respect for privacy.

“What the hell babe!” I growled and stood up.

“Why aren’t you ready yet?” She scowled.

“I was resting” I told her.

“Resting? Do you know what time it is?” She acted melodramatically.

“Stop over exaggerating babe, it’s only 2pm” I rolled my eyes and made my way towards the closet.

“Do you know how much stuff we’d miss for going late by this time?” She asked after me.

“Do you know how much sleep I need to get that I haven’t?” I said tiredly and pulled my tank top off my head, replacing it with a loose black t-shirt. I also pulled off my trouser and changed into a simply blue wash jeans.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me right now” She stared at me from head to toe, taking in my appearance.

“What?” I raised an eyebrow.

“What in the name of christ are you wearing?” She had a disapproving look on her face.

“Clothes” I shrugged and made my way out of the closet with her following behind me.

“Tell me you’re not wearing that to the mall with me” She eyed me wearily.

“I am, anything wrong with it?” I faced the mirror as I combed my hair. I know I look like a maniac in my old oversized clothes but I didn’t give two shits about it.

“You look terrible” She scowled.

“I’ll take that as a compliment” I wanted the laugh at her facial expression but I managed to stop myself.

“Eek” She said with a look of disgust.

“I know I look great, you’re just being jealous” I teased as I combed my hair, letting it fall on both sides of my shoulder.

“Horrible, you look horrible, just look at the jeans, so out of date” She frowned.

“I think it’s cool” I laughed as I applied a little powder, lip balm and mascara on my face.

“Please take those clothes off or else I’ll deny you” She had an horrific look on her face.

“You know you can’t do that” I laughed.

“If Peter could deny Jesus then who is Olivia” I shot her an instant glare.