Paid Boyfriend *Watty Awards 2012 Winner* (Editing)

Chapter 8: I don't need you!

John Williams

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After a few minutes, I was in a daze and realized Annie left.

I poked on the chair where I left Daniella and she's gone.

I ran out of the movie house and I don't see her car either.

Crap! Don't tell me she left me all alone here.

Her house is like miles away from here.

I hailed a cab and went home.

I was knocking on the door but nobody is answering,

"Daniella! Open up!"

I shouted but there's no answer.

I rang the doorbell a couple of times but still no answer.

I don't know if she's still asleep or she did this on purpose.

All I know is, I took her out on a movie date and I blew it.

I deserve this.

The floor is very cold but I endured it, I laid on the doorstep and decided to sleep.

This is all my fault.

Daniella Campbell

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I was watching in my rooftop and saw him sleeping on the ground.

Am I that harsh? Should I let him in? This is all his fault not mine! Why should I?

But.. he is still my boyfriend.

I'm having second thoughts on whether I'm going to let him in or not.

He was shivering and I don't know what to do.

This is all your fault.. if you hadn't left me all alone then I won't do this to you.

We might even be too happy with each other you'll decide to break up with Annie.

Anyways, it's too late now.

You deserve a more harsh punishment for breaking my heart.

I left the rooftop and went downstairs in my room.

I curled myself under the sheets of my mattress and tried to sleep.

This is my first date and worst date.

I woke up on a very strange hour and looked at my clock, 3am.

I went to brew coffee because I know I won't be able to sleep after I wake up and opened the front door.

John is sleeping soundly and I decided to pull him inside.

I touched his skin and he is freezing cold.

I dragged his t-shirt with all my might.

With the help of my maids, we were able to carry him in his room.

The maids left me and I looked at him.

He is really handsome, a tear fell on my cheek and I quickly wiped it off.

This is stupid, I wish I never even met you.

I left the room and he mumbled something, 'Annie'.

I thought so.

I went out of his room and into mine.

I laid on my bed thinking of thoughts that really bothered me a lot.

In the end of two months, can I assure myself that I won't be left hurt?

I laid there thinking and closing my eyes but I couldn't sleep at all and when I checked the clock it's already 6am.

I quickly did my morning routine and cooked some breakfast.. for me. Just for me.

I am tired of being considerate of this guy who is living in my house because he is poor.

That's right, he is a beggar!

I was taking my anger to the pan that I was banging on the stove and the maids are telling me that they'll cook breakfast instead.

I grabbed the spatula and flipped the pancake.

My anger was fading away until HE walked out of his bedroom.

He went towards me and apologized,

"Look Daniella, I'm really sorry.. I know what I did was wrong-"

I snapped, I cut him off.

"You know what, it doesn't matter. You're not at fault. You know why? Because you don't love me and I will never love you! Infact, I don't need you. I don't need you at all, I am just letting time pass because I don't want my money to go to waste. As for you, shouldn't you act a bit more respectful and considerate?! Didn't I pay you well? But I don't care anymore. Whether you go around and flirt with your girlfriend with my money, I don't care and I won't. You know what's wrong with people like you?! Is that you're feeling so full of yourself. I'm done and we are over. Go do your stuff and I will do mine. I'll just wait two months then after that be sure to pack your bags and get the hell out of my life."
I startled him I guess.

He looked terrified, I threw the pancake on his face and walked out.

"Go take the car. I'm going to go to school by taxi." I said while walking out.

John Williams

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Whatever I do, I guess I did something no girl should ever forgive a guy for.

The fact that she sacrificed her limo and told me to take it just made me realize how stupid I am to do something like this to a girl who treats me so well.

Looks like I need to surprise her with numbers 2,3 and 4 on her wishlist.

I crossed it off using my red sharpie marker and left to school.

I wonder how I should do it.