Fallen for you

Chapter 11

All Rights Reserved © Copyright 2013. Paige Madelyn.

You guys! Don’t kill me! But you knew I’d make it worth the wait, so don’t hate me. I’ve been pretty busy lately L but I’m trying to write more often and avoid writers block.

“I don’t sing,” I said, shaking my head at Sara as she pouted at me, widening her big brown eyes.

“But-“she began to say, before I quickly cut her off.

“But that doesn’t mean I won’t come,” I continued, and her pout turned into an adorable cheesy grin.

“What about the rest of you?” she asked, looking around the table at the four other people.

“I am so in!” Brooke yelled eagerly and squeezed my hand tightly. I raised my eyebrow at her curious as to why she was so excited about karaoke.

“She loves karaoke, and I’m in too,” Xavier said, over Brooke’s head at me.

            “I’m not into karaoke, I think I’ll pass,” Hunter said, and I looked over at him. I let my eyes trail over his facial features: his piercing grey eyes, the ski slope shape of his nose, how sharp and well defined his cheek bones were, how full and pink his lips were, my eyes traced every visible part of him and he turned towards me. He looked at me, and I turned my head away from his intense gaze.

“I love karaoke, Paige you and I should do a duet,” Archer said, throwing me a saucy grin.

I saw Hunter tense up and ball his fists tightly, out of the corner of my eye.

“You know what? I will come, this should be fun,” he said, looking at Archer.

I sensed utter tension, as the two of them stared at each other; I swallowed, looking at the both of them with wide eyes.

“I have to go home and change, can you two not look like you’re going to rip each other’s heads off?” I asked, standing up as Hunter moved out so that I could pass.

“Pick out something cute!” Brooke yelled as I made my way out of the restaurant.

I nodded, and as I walked back to the dorm I heard someone call out my name.

“Paige! Wait up!” Hunter yelled and I slowed down my walking, allowing him to catch up to me.

“What’s up?” I asked, raising a brow at him. He seemed nervous; Hunter Ricci never appeared to be the nervous type. From everything I’d heard about him, I’d never thought of his as scared of anything.

“I just forgot something, that’s all,” he said, and we walked in silence for a few moments I have never been one to start a conversation, but I felt the need to talk to him.

“How was your first day, see any beautiful girls?” I asked, turning my head from my phone, to him.

“It was okay, and…I’ve only seen one beautiful girl but I didn’t meet her today,” he said, and he made eye contact with me. He looked like he was going to say something, and I held up my index finger, signaling him to wait as my phone rang.

It was my mother.

“Hi Mom,” I said, in the most pleasant tone that I could muster as I plastered a fake smile on my face.

“You didn’t call me,” she said in a flat tone, I could hear the venom in her voice, it was rising.

“I just got out of school, I was going to call you as soon as I got back from karaoke,” I said, my voice.

“Look, you little shit. I waited for you, I told my friends you would call me by certain time, and you didn’t! Again! You embarrassed me, again! I ask you to do one thing for me! And you don’t do it! You were such a mistake!” she yelled, and as I noticed we still had another two blocks to go before we reached the dorm, she became louder. Hunter turned to me, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, God this was so embarrassing. To make things worse, my eyes were beginning to sting at each hurtful word that she spat at me.

“You are such a disappointment, I swear. You never do anything right, do you know that I am the damn laughing stalk of my group, now?! Because of you! All of my friends have beautiful daughters who are studying to be doctors! You had to go off to be a journalist, the least you could do is be obedient, but no! You can’t even do that,” she screamed, and by then I was positive that he and anyone else who was on the sidewalk could hear her.

“You get a joy out of making me feel small don’t you, Mom?” I asked, by then the tears were running freely down my cheeks as my cheeks burned with embarrassment.

After about five minutes of yelling back and forth with her, I hung up the phone and faced Hunter’s shocked stare.

“That’s how your mother talks to you?” he asked, if there was one thing I didn’t like, it was getting people’s sympathy.

“Look, I don’t want your sympathy. Yes that’s how my mother talks to me, but I can handle it,” I said in a stern tone.

“Shut up, and come here,” he said, and before I could defend myself, he pulled me to him, holding me against his warm body.

“You are so beautiful, Paige. I know that’s your mother and all, but if she doesn’t think you’re amazing, then she doesn’t know what beautiful or amazing is,” he muttered into my hair.

Well? You guys like? J