Chap 10
Song: Baby boy by Beyonce ft. Sean paul
Baby boy, you stay on my mind
Fulfill my fantasies (Come on girl, tell me how you feel)
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams (I see you in my dreams)
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies (Come on girl, tell me what's the deal)
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams (I see you in my dreams)
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HANNAH'S POV
After a wholesome dinner which mainly consisted of me narrating each and every moment of my meeting with the Normans, these assholes dragged me into a club. Oh, I don't mind going there, in fact, I love singing and dancing but being the only sober person and taking care of 3 drunkards is something I'm not really fond of.
After dancing a little, I felt thirsty and thought about having an orange juice. When I reach the bar, I saw Nick talking to a beautiful girl or should I say trying to get laid. The scene in front made me smirk like a maniac as a plan formed in my mind instantly. Sometimes, I feel blessed to have an evil mind. ð
1 2 3..... It's showtime!!!!
Reaching them, I placed a hand on Nick's shoulder. He turned around and went pale. I can bet he knows what's about to happen. You wonder how? Because his eyes are pleading and threatening me at the same time to drop the idea.
"Hey babe, where were you? I was looking for you everywhere," I rubbed his shoulder seductively or at least tried to.
"Stop it, Hannah, I know why you're here. So, I suggest you back off, right now!" He hissed in my ear cutting the loud music around us, the irritation in his voice is like music to my ears.
"Back off, back off?" I fake scoffed loudly, "Is this any way to treat your girlfriend when she's pregnant?" I said dramatically taking Nick's hand and putting it on my not so flat stomach. Nick coughed and choked on his drink a little, his eyes went wide like a saucer. I guess even he didn't expect the last part.
"Girlfriend, pregnant?" The girl with Nick said and I pretended to notice her just then. In an instant, he took his hand away and tried to talk but I beat him to it.
"Yeah, his girlfriend and very much pregnant with his baby," I said caressing my belly. Looking at her from head to toe bitchily, I asked, "who are you and what are you doing here with my boyfriend, huh?"
"I'm sorry, I had no idea he has a girlfriend, in fact, he's the one who came to me and started flirting." She looked at him with a disgusted look.
"Okay, Hannah, stop it. I know you're hilarious, it was very funny of you, now, would you please cut the crap," he said trying to act playful and throwing daggers at me at the same time, he looked at the girl and said, "she's just kidding, she's not my girlfriend and she's definitely not pregnant. She's my fucking sister, for God's sake!"
"WHAT??" I gasped trying so hard not to erupt into a fit of laughter, "that's so sick of you, how low can you go, Nick? You're calling me your sister just so you can get laid. Am I not enough for you? You're denying our little bundle of joy so that you can whore around? I'm so disappointed with you." I looked the other way pretending to be crying, I can't hide the smile anymore.
"I will kill you, Hannah if you didn't stop this right now. I swear to Go..." andddd splash.
This time, I gasped for real as I saw Nick's face dripping with whatever drink they were having, his mouth hung wide open. She just threw her drink on his face. WOW!
"Asshole," she stated, seething with anger. After patting me on the shoulder sympathetically and giving one last look of hatred to Nick, she left, disappearing in the crowd.
"Damn, boy! I like her," I blasted into a fit of laughter, so much that I started having tears in my eyes.
"Oh, man! I can... I can't stop laughing" holding my stomach, I tried to stop laughing but failed. The music is so loud here that I can't even hear the sound of my own laughter so we literally have to scream for the other person to hear us.
"Ha ha, aren't you so cool," Nick said as he wiped his face with a napkin, "wait until I get back to you for this, you will pay for this Hannah."
"Hmm, feels like a déjà vu... Don't you think?" I raised an eyebrow and he averted his eyes. Oh yeah, it sure does. Happens to me all the time. "Payback is a bitch, brother."
"I never say you're my girlfriend. Ewww, it's gross to even say that. And pregnant, Hans, really?"
"Well in my defense, no one takes sisters seriously" I shrugged, "and about the pregnancy part, it was just a sudden improvisation and your expression was worth it" I laughed heartily again.
"Now, my darling brother, stop sulking already. Jason and Mila must be looking for us," I kissed his cheek lovingly and cooed it when he pouted.
"I'm just gonna go to the washroom, you go ahead." He left and I remembered why I came here in the first place.
After drinking the juice I ordered, I turned around to leave when I bumped into someone... hard.
I looked up and my eyes met with a familiar pair of light brown eyes; much to my surprise, it's none other than Mr. I'm sexy and I know it(as Mila has named him) aka Elijah Norman standing proudly in front of me. In fact, too damn proud for my liking. His expressionless face isn't giving anything away but still, I can feel anger and accusation in his eyes. Why? I don't know. Why I can read his eyes? No answer to that either.
I waited for him to say something as he's the one who came to me, but he didn't, of course. Why is he even here when he's got nothing to say other than just staring at me with hatred?
"Hello Mr. Norman," he didn't answer, "what a surprise to run into you," I said trying to ease the tension between us which I don't even know why it's there in the first place. Still no answer. What a weirdo!
"Okay then," I shrugged and started walking away when he caught my arm and pulled me back roughly. I stumbled as I was caught off guard and held his shoulder for support. I think he's drunk. Oh, I'm sure he's drunk, the overpowering stench of alcohol disrupting my senses. His grip is surprisingly very strong to the point of stinging.
"Are you mad, what the fuck is wrong wi..."
"Shhh," he put his finger on my lips, cutting me halfway, his intense eyes looking deep into mine, making sure not another word to be uttered. We both kept quiet and kept staring. Not romantically but like a competition to intimidate each other, not willing to back down. Just when I was about to give him a piece of my mind, he spoke. And what he said left me speechless.
"You think you're really smart, that you won this." I really wanted to ask what he was talking about, were we playing something that I won? Because if that's the case then I need to celebrate. But for some reason, I could not utter a single word as if my tongue was tied in knots. The hatred in his voice unable mine.
"But guess what, I don't lose. I WON'T LOSE." His words were slurry due to the amount of alcohol he's consumed, but this doesn't seem like a drunkard's talk. He seems in full control of his thoughts like he meant each and every word.
"I will ruin you, Hannah Evans and nothing will save you. I won't go down, not by a slut like you," I flinched at his harsh words or maybe at the fact that I can see the truth in his eyes like he just made a promise he intends to keep.
But why, what have I done?
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Nick arrived a minute or two later, till then Elijah Norman has already disappeared like he was never here. Or maybe he wasn't and I was hallucinating. Am I drunk without drinking, is that even possible? But I can still feel his presence, his words still ringing in my ears.
"Hey, was that Elijah Norman, what was he doing here?" Nick asked in a pissed off manner. So he was really here, I was not hallucinating.
"Nothing, he just saw me and came to say hi, I guess," I lied, not because I wanted to hide anything but because I was confused about what to tell.
"By the expressions on your face, I don't think he came here just to say hi, tell me what he said. I told you to stay away from him," he demanded in a seething manner.
"Dammit, Nick! I told you he just wanted to say hi, no need to read into baseless things." Why am I getting mad at Nick, I have no idea. Or am I mad at that son of a bitch, or am I mad at myself to let him get away with everything like I was scared of him? Urgh! This is so frustrating.
We called it a night early because of the little fight I and Nick had. We were no longer in the mood to party and the disturbing words by particular someone didn't make it easy either for me to enjoy.
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It's midnight already and I'm unable to sleep, which is making everything more frustrating. His words kept ringing in my ear like a broken record. Have I done something? Not that I can remember. I just met him today and I made sure to be on my best behavior even though he was making it impossible.
Eventually, after turning and tossing on the bed the whole night, at dawn sleep took over me with a still no answer in my mind.
What is wrong with him?