Heart of the Underage - Astrid R (books for students to read TXT) 📗

have my lovely life. Living with my family, laughing with my parents and my crazy but jerk brother and study in an expensive college school to get my degree and my dreams as a fashion designer and a young model in our second company would be great. But I guess, fate doesn’t like me for crashing my world apart into million pieces and maybe this is God’s punishment for acting like a spoiled brat sometimes.

Frowning and let out a long heavy sigh, I drop my eyelids to close my eyes and let myself fall into a slumber sleep.

Chapter Ten

 

I wake up in the same spot where I doze off. I look around and the place is still quiet, I take that, Carlo wasn’t at home yet. I sighed and stood up and walk towards the kitchen. I look behind me – where the clock was place properly on the wall. My eyes widen in horror and I quickly pull some ingredients out from the fridge and started chopping it off for dinner.

“I can’t believe I slept for so long,” I muttered to myself.

After a couple of minutes, my Italian lasagne is cooked and I pull it off from the oven and place it on the table. I put two plates, forks, knives and glasses on the table.

I am starving and I wanted to eat the food so bad, but I don’t want to be rude to Carlo for not waiting for him. I waited for a couple of minutes and my stomach was rumbling, asking me to feed her already and the lasagne didn’t help either.

I waited for quite longer and my battle between my thoughts was vanished when I heard a door being open in the living room. I stood up from my seat and turn to face the very exhausted looking Carlo walking towards the kitchen.

“Good evening,” I greeted and he looked at me for a second before he nods his head as an acknowledgement. “How’s work?” I asked again.

He slump down on the chair and close his eyes, “Tired, lots of problems about some projects in the company,” he said whilst loosening the tie of his business suit.

“Well, that sucks.” I mumbled and I thought he didn’t hear me, when he nodded his head.

I take a seat and started to put some food on my plate, Carlo did the same. We ate there in silence and I remember that I should apologise about my behaviour this morning.

I looked towards him through my lashes and observe him eat his food. His jaw would clench and unclench every time he chewed his food. His eyes hazel eyes are now looked like brown and really tired. His lips were formed into a tight straight line.

Our eyes met, and I quickly looked away and cleared my throat. Even though I wasn’t looking at him but I know that he was looking at me.

“Look, I’m sorry about this morning. I didn’t mean to do that,” I blurted out.

I looked up towards him and saw him looking at me with blank expression. There was an awkward silence before he answered.

“You should be,” he said smugly.

I looked at him with shock. Did he just say that? Wow, he really is an asshole. My blood boiled from anger. I clenched my fist and tighten the glass between my fingers.

“But you started it,” I complained.

He looked at me as if I’m a witch that ready to give him a spell. Oh, I wish I was.

“You’re the one who’s being immature,” he spat.

My face turned red from anger and I felt like the glass is going to break any seconds in my hand. I slammed the glass down on the table and stood up from my chair.

“How am I become an immature when you’re the one who put pepper on my freaking coffee? Who does that?” I said/shouted angrily in front of him.

Carlo stood up from his chair and lean in front of the table so that our face will be level. “Me,” he answered a smirk playing on his lips.

I dig my nails harder in palm and looked at him in the eyes with pure hatred. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, sending each other some deathly looks and I realised that our faces where so close. In fact when I move a little bit forward our lips would touch and that would not be a good move. Heck, I don’t even want to kiss him, though his soft looking lips were so tempting.

I backed away and grab the plate in front of me before walking to the sink. I rinse my plate and put it inside the dish washer before walking towards my room and close my door with a loud bang.

I sighed loudly and slide my fingers into my hair in frustration. I decided to take a shower to calm myself. I grab the nightie that Mitchell bought for me on my 17th birthday and my underwear.

After taking a shower and changing my clothes, I climbed on my bed and snuggle closer to my pillow. My mind wanders back to what happen earlier. I didn’t get him at all. Sometimes he was all nice act normal towards me, but sometimes he was being a dick and stupid. I felt like we were old enemies that meet each other again. Did I do something wrong that makes him treat like I’m a trash or something?

I sighed, and closed my eyes ready to sleep. A couple of minutes passed by and I’m still wide awake. I stood up and walked towards the balcony. The breeze is blowing my hair and I felt like I was flying.

The best part that I like about this place is at night. The city looks like Christmas because of the lights in the streets, cars were passing by and you can see people walking in the street with their friends, family and couple.

New York City is very beautiful at night. It seems like people who lived in the area didn’t get tired. In the morning, heaps of people walking to work and others go to school, at night, it was still the same. People are working; some go to the clubs and hang out with their friends.

“I miss my old life,” I mumbled to myself.

I was so out of my night dreaming and missing about my old life that I barely hear the noises from the kitchen. I looked down to my watch and realised that it’s already 1:45 in the morning. I’m sure that Carlo was asleep at this hour.

I walked slowly towards my door and open my door slowly, hoping that it wouldn’t make any sound. I walked with my tippy toes towards the kitchen and the first thing came out of my view is a hair, a long blonde wavy hair on the top of the kitchen counter.

I shrugged and started to walk back to my room when the hair started moving. I was too curious to back out now and I found my feet moving closer to the hair but I keep my distance to where the hair was, in case if someone would see me.

My eyes widen in horror and I put my hand to cover the gasp that escaped from my mouth. The long blonde hair that I’ve seen turns out to a beautiful girl absolutely naked lying on the counter and Carlo was in between of the girl’s legs. Moaning and groans can be heard in the kitchen.

I felt like the world stop, I wanted to run towards my room but my feet have been paralysed and I can’t even move a single muscle of my body. I stood there looking at the horrible scene in front of me and it takes a couple of minutes for me to move and walked slowly back to my room.

Pacing around my room trying to distract my thoughts but my mind always flashing the event that I have seen in the kitchen and I felt like I’m going to be sick. I looked up to my alarm clock and saw that it’s already 3 past 5, so I decided to freshen up and take a shower.

After taking a shower I changed into my comfortable pair of PJ’s and climbed to my bed. I sighed in content and I cover myself under the blanket before I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

I groan in annoyance when a light flash in my face that makes me blind. I’m too tired and lazy to get up or even move that I stayed in my uncomfortable position for a couple of minutes.

I lay with my stomach and my right arm was under my body and my left leg was bent upward that touches my let arm. My hair was scattered everywhere in my pillow and I felt like my right arm was paralysed.

A shuffling noise can be hear behind me and right now, I don’t really care if someone break into the house and stole something because I swear, I’d rather sleep in my bed than beat the shit out of the asshole.

“Good afternoon, sunshine! Wake up, my love we’re going to be late.” A manly yet friendly voice said behind me.

“mmmm…,” I groan and didn’t move. I keep my eyes close.

“Gabby, it’s already 3 o’clock in the afternoon; you can continue sleeping tonight when we arrive from the party.” The voice came out again and I thought I was just dreaming when I felt someone shook me violently.

I groaned again but this time I yelp, “Ouch! Easy dude, didn’t you know that I am in the most uncomfortable position right now?” I scolded; fully awaken “Oh dear, I think you just break one of my ribs!” I shouted in his face.

I looked at him for a second whilst trying to process what happened. I blinked twice before yawning and smiling at him sheepishly.

“Oh, hey Mitch, how are you?” I asked like nothing has happened.

Mitch covered his nose and shoved me to my bathroom door. “What are you doing?” I asked.

“Pushing you to the bathroom to brush your teeth? You breathe smells like dead rat!” he exclaimed.

My blood creeps out to my cheeks and I raised my hand to my mouth before breathing out and smelled it. “No it isn’t!” I argued but obeyed anyways.

After brushing my teeth and splashing water into my face, I walked back to my room founding Mitchell holding a beautiful navy blue sequined floor length dress and a box of what looks like a pair of heels.

“Oh my gosh! That is beautiful Mitch. Where did you buy that?” I asked, literally running towards him and almost tackled the dress to the floor but Mitch caught me.

I run my fingers to the fabric and trace every curved of the dress. I looked at the brand name and size at the back and my eyes almost popped out of my sockets.

“Are you crazy? You bought a Christian Dior? A friggin Christian fucking Dior that worth $300,000 just for a fucking dresses?” I shouted in his ears and he cupped his ears with both of his hands.

I looked down at the dress in horror and saw the size is definitely same as mine. I looked up back to Mitchell