My hair is still damp from what happened in the shower. Despite the time of night Micah sits on the balcony with a cigarette in hand. Sitting on the bed I watch him, pulling at my wet hair and brushing through the tangles with my fingers.
A car rolls into the driveway.
I stare, confused. It's like eleven at night, why the hell would be here? Abruptly, Micah stands up, he grabs a shirt and looks at me, "stay here, I swear to god if you come down.."
"I won't," I look at him. Micah sighs and leans over kissing my cheek, I touch his shoulder then he disappears down the stairs.
Laying back against the pillow I think of how drastic my life has changed since Micah entered it, I never call my parents anymore and when they were here all I did was lie, I don't remember the last thing in class because all I think about is this man I have and how many promises that I made to myself I brake each day when I'm around Micah.
Walking to the stairs I sit and listen.
A familiar voice speaks, "stop fucking around, your step-father is furious over your rampage over here. He wants to move you back with him in Italy."
"I'd like to see him try," Micah says.
"He'll hit you in your weak spot, Micah."
"She's not apart of this," Micah says, "so don't bring it up."
"What?" The voice laughs, "ignore the two people who have her top on their hit list."
"Starvo," Micah snaps, "shut your fucking mouth."
"Micah, after what you did to Christian.. you can't think his gonna ignore Rosalie.
"He deserved it," Micah says coldly.
Christian.
My heart races, it can't be the same person.
"Do you want to meet her?" Micah asks, "she's upstairs."
"Her choice," Starvo says.
I rush away from the stairs and into the bathroom, pretending to fix my hair. I have to tell Micah that I bumped into someone called Christian. My heart races, I don't know what any of this means.
"Rosalie," Micah calls, "put clothes on and come downstairs."
"Wait," I stick my head out from the bathroom. "Can we talk?"
"Not now."
"Wait, Micah, it's about Christian-"
He cuts me off, "you were listening?"
"I'm sorry-"
"I told you to stay here, not listen to my conversation."
"Which was about me," I defend.
He stares at me coldly, I realise I probably shouldn't have done that. I touch his shoulder, his tense and cold towards me. I look away, "when I was waking here I bumped into someone and he told me his name was Christian and-.. who is he?"
"What?"
"I didn't think it was important.. just- tell me what is so important about this guy? I want a real answer not some stupid 'don't worry about it', Micah."
"Come down," he steps away and heads for the stairs.
I sigh and quickly change into jeans and a shirt before rushing down the stairs.
"Starvo, this is Rosalie," Micah looks at me, "Rose, Starvo."
"Nice to meet you," I smile.
"You too," he nods his head.
Micah snakes his arm around my waist pulling me into his chest, "Rose, met Christian on her walk here."
Starvo stares at me for a moment, "and he did nothing?"
Micah presses his fingers into my hip, like he's urging me to talk but in all honesty I don't want to. I wish I never said anything about Christian even if it meant Micah keeping his secrets from me. Micah twirls his fingers in my damp hair, "don't be shy, Rose. Come on and talk."
"He just said said sorry cause neither of us were looking we were going."
Starvo looks at Micah, who stands behind me, then he sighs, "look, Rosalie. It wouldn't have been an accident that he was there when you were, when you bumped into him. He would have planned that with people watching you."
I decide to ask him things Micah wouldn't say, "why? Why would he do that?"
"Micah and him have a.. bad past, he wants revenge yet he didn't know how to do it until rumours circled of Micah and his girl."
Micah tugs on my hair, I sigh shutting my eyes. I want to ask more questions but Micah doesn't like it. He places a few kisses up my neck, my face heats up - totally embarrassed his doing this I front of Starvo. "You're so curious," he says loudly, "so many questions with answers you shouldn't know."
Starvo clears his throat, "it was nice meeting you but I should go, I'll see you both around."
"Eyes," Micah looks at him, "I want it."
I attempt to decode his message yet I can't. I try to think of a logical reason of eyes and why he wants them but I can't, in my mind I decide his crazy. Who Starvo leaves Micah kisses me on the lips. "Wait," I mumble, "Micah I want answers."
"Answers I won't give you," he squeezes my hip. "Learn that."
"No," I shake my head stepping back, "there's nothing between us until you tell me something about this."
"Like Starvo said, we have a past and it's not a good one. He wants revenge, killing me-hurting me won't give him enough satisfaction. He needs to target something else, someone like you."
"Why me?"
"Why?" He kisses me again, "because I'd shoot any man dead who wants to hurt you and that's exactly what I'll do nets time Christian is in my path."
"What about your step father?" I ask.
Micah looks at me, "he thinks I care too much."
"Do you?"
"When it comes to you, yes."
I wrap my arms around Micah's neck, sighing.
"Pretty girls like you aren't treated like this under most people in this world, taken like your friends.. used and dumped. I guess you can say you're special, Rose."
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When I wake up I'm pulled tightly into Micah's body, in fact I'm surprised his still sleeping at this time. Usually, whenever I wake his up and smoking. It was a norm and this.. I was surprised to wake up with him. I pull myself from his body and rub my eyes, I look at the time and see how half my day has been wasted sleeping.
Getting up I walk into the bathroom, turning the tap to the shower. I let it heat up, get to the perfect temperature, before removing the few articles of clothing I have.
Monday.
For once I'm glad classes start at one today, I should probably go - I mean it has been some time since I've been to class. When was that exam?
I've probably failed half my subjects by now.
It's only a quick shower that I take, I don't want Micah waking up and walking in. It will on detour me from going to class again. Drying my body I find some clean underwear, jeans and a top.
Back in the bathroom I brush through my hair with my fingers. It's now when Micah walks in. "I'm going to class today," I find a grab my hair tie from his wrist, "you can drop me off."
"Are you now?"
"Yes," I stare at him through the mirror.
He grins kissing my neck, "you're lucky I'm busy this afternoon."
"Doing?"
"Stuff."
"You're terrible."
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The teacher rambles on about something I don't understand. I barely even listen. God I hate myself sometimes. I've been so invested in being around Micah, more than my studies. Class ends. I'm quick to try and rush out and find safety in my dorm.
"Miss Rosalie, would you mind staying back for a few minutes?" My professor asks.
"Um, sure."
He waits until everyone is out, "I've noticed you're absentees to class."
"I'm sorry."
"You've missed out an exam which is 20 percent of your grade."
"Can I take it?" I ask.
He ignores me, "last year you were so.. energetic you missed one class cause you had flu and your friend had to nearly tie you to the bed so you got better. Have you lost interest in your courses? Your career choice?"
"I've just had some things get in the way," I nod.
"Rosalie, if you miss more classes I'm afraid I will have to fail you this semester. I don't want to, everything up until that night at your work.. is everything okay with that?"
"Yes."
"Do you need to see someone? Talk about it?"
"I'm fine," I stare at him, "now. I'm sorry I haven't been here."
"Sorry won't cut it," he sighs, "you had exceptional grades throughout the first three months of your second year, now you're nearly passing."
"I don't know what you want me to say," I sigh.
"That you'll come to class and bring your grade up. Not just here but all your classes."
I can't promise that.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
"I hope so," he nods.
With that, I leave. I don't know what I expected. His right, I can't hold off my whole career path just to be with in a relationship with a man that will most likely not work out. Two classes today, that I had no clue what was happening in.
I rub my forehead, god I have a headache.
I've never felt that way after class unless it was just the talk with my professor.
"Rose!" The recognisable voice of Grace calls out, "I need some frozen yogurt."
"I need some rest."
"Come on," she sighs, "we need to talk about a lot."
"No," I groan.
"Starting with your run off last night and where you went, must I ask if it was Micah's place? I couldn't wonder where else you'd go."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
She laughs, "you're always around Micah these days. Is it love? Is it the sex? The money? I mean.."
"Gosh, shut up," I hit her arm. "You seriously make me want to kill someone some days, are you on drugs?"
"No, honey," she links our arms, "I'm a girl who wants all the juicy details on her bets friends relationship with a few years older man, covered in tattoos, loaded and very sexy."
"Take him," I hit her again, "we can switch rolls but I won't be annoying like you."
She laughs, shrugging her shoulders. "So what's up with you two anyway? Real talk now."
"Nothing.. I mean, not nothing.. something. I don't know."
"You should know," Grace takes me down the road, "it's either nothing or something. Don't just hang around for a not sure where you stand together type of relationship."
"I mean.. he always says that I'm his and stuff like that. When I told him about Josiah he was pissed."
Grace opens her mouth but I quickly cut her off.
"Look, I don't know. I don't want to talk about it either."
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