STELLA'S!

Chapter 4

The sunlight faintly greeted the morning, shining half the face of the girl who was deep asleep. His eyes crept before fully awakening, the clock on the table showing 8 am. His eyes opened perfectly.

I'm gonna be late for school! I said in my heart.

Rushing out of the bedroom, I found Jake, who had been reading the newspaper and biting an apple, on his shoulder perched in a medium-sized white towel, sitting in a mini-bar. Jake watched me rush into the bathroom and yelled a little, "Hey, where are you going? don't use the bathroom!"

I don't care, who's fast he gets! I want to wash my hair with my favorite vanilla aroma shampoo, I gently massage my head while humming a little. Jake plays songs from Magic making my heart and mouth sing along.

Suddenly the shower just died, while my head was still filled with a bit of shampoo foam. I wrapped the towel that covered my body, then came out of the bathroom.

"Huhahaha!" Jake laughed so contentedly, he seemed so excited to see me coming out with foam on my head, so silly. He gave me the paper, I read the paper which turned out to be a notice from the school in case of a water outage this morning.

"why didn't you tell me?!" I squeezed the paper out. While Jake was still laughing amusedly until his face was almost reddish like it was going to burn.

"I told you not to use the bathroom, you didn't listen. Yes" said Jake on the sidelines laughing.

I picked up two large bottles on the bar table, and Jake said, "wait a few minutes for the water to come back on,"

"I'm gonna be late for Jake's school!"

"I think you forgot it was Sunday" she said with laughter.

I might have forgotten that today is Sunday. In the morning I had been humiliated twice, with the shame I kept heading to the bathroom with two bottles of water in my arms.

"Do you need help rinsing your hair?" ask Jake in a teasing tone.

"No need! perverted brain bottom" I shouted in the bathroom followed by his laughter again.

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I rubbed my wet hair with a towel, then sat on the sofa. Shortly afterwards Jake came in with two cups of warm tea and sat down next to me.

"Drink, as a sign of my gratitude you make me laugh in the morning" he said, thrusting the cup at me.

He touched my hair, "It looks like you should need more water,".

I clasped his hand over my head but he was still trying to touch it.

"Take the fuck off." My head dodged his hand.

"Well, did your mother never teach you to be polite to the person who made you tea?" he said and put up a non-serious facial mimic and light laughter.

Yet..

His words were enough to make my heart skip a beat, the words I avoided were spoken again, the words I had never called, even I hated him so much. Today my heartache is repeated.

I put the cup on the table by the sofa, and then ran to my room. I don't want Jake to see the tears running down my cheeks.

Jake stopped his laughter, then realized I was offended by his words.

"Stella..."

My tears flowed incessantly, not since when I was reminded again by the word 'Mother'. I never cried before over her disappearance, for what I cried over a bitch like her. For years I did not believe in love, despite the love of my father. Just dating I've never been in my whole life. I'm pretty and smart, every guy who tries to get close to me, I always tell him "I'm a girl with a lot of debt" and then they leave. If love really exists, my mother should not have left Dad at the saddest of times.

"Stella..." Jake knocked on my door repeatedly.

"Open the door, forgive me if my words are wrong" he said.

I don't intend to talk to anyone yet, but if you rethink Jake's innocent. He didn't know anything, he was just joking. I shouldn't have over-acted with him.

"Come on Jake" I said in a purau voice.

My bedroom door is open..