Chapter eight

I opened my eyes but my surroundings were still dark. So I assumed it wasn't morning yet. Somehow, I also felt a pair of eyes in the room watching me. Shivers were sent through my spine as I tried looking at my surroundings but it was too dark to see anything. I quickly grab my phone from the desk right next to the bed but I caught a glimpse of grey eyes.

"Alexander? What the hell are you doing here?" I hissed at him. He gave me a chuckle in response. "What the hell were you doing for eight almost ten hours out on the streets?" he asked me lowly--in a threatening but non-threatening way at the same time.

I huff in annoyance whiling unlocking my phone to see what time it was. Three-forty six AM only. Great, he woke me up for no reason. I reached over my desk to turn on the lights of my lamp and finally I saw Alexander's face. He was sitting on the edge of my bed, his arms slightly touching my leg. I widen my eyes as i move back a little to create some space between us.

"Get out!" I semi-yell at him. He stares back at me intimidatingly. "Why are you staring at me? I told you to get out," I say frustrated.

"I won't get out unless you tell me where you were," he retorts back. "Fine," I say stubbornly and pulled up my sheets to cover my whole body and closed my eyes. "I have no patience anymore, tell me where you were," I hear his voice. His tone was the definition of being annoyed as hell of me. I wanted to sleep but him being here was definitely a bother and I knew if he was here any longer, I wasn't going to sleep till morning. "Whatever fine! I went to get a job and I got lost, happy?" I sat up and fake smiled at him.

Finally, he grunts in response and I caught him rolling his eyes as he walked towards the door of my room, "I wouldn't have been surprised," I heard him mutter under his breath.

"Hey! I heard that" I say but he was already out of my room. Asshole.

By the time I went back to sleep, it was already five in the morning. Good thing my work didn't start until next week, I got up lazily and went to the bathroom to get ready for literally nothing since I didn't have any plans at all for the day. I dressed in jeans and a random sweater I found. Maybe I could find some community college, but I didn't know if any colleges would accept me since I got kicked out of Columbia.

I went into the kitchen to find Anna making coffee and Alexander the asshole on one of the kitchen stools. "Good morning Anna," I say and purposely ignoring Alexander. He doesn't give any remarks as Anna says, "Good morning,"

She gives me a cup of coffee and I thank her. I take a sip of it and the taste of bitterness overwhelmed me. I almost wanted to gag out the coffee but I didn't want her to think the coffee she made was bad. Anna suddenly turns around to see what was wrong probably because she sensed it because of the quietness. I smiled back at her sweetly in response and she does too.

After a few minutes, she left the kitchen to probably do chores around the house and I took the opportunity to go to the refrigerator and take the creamer and milk, pouring it into my coffee. I quickly take a sip of the coffee and felt relieved that the bitterness was replaced with sweetness.

"It's rude to think my staff's food is horrible," a low voice says behind me and I was quickly startled. I turn around to see who it was and the voice belonged to Alexander's. "U-uh...what?" I pretend to be confused.

"I said, it's rude to think my staff's food is horrible," he repeats again lowly and this time, he steps closer to me. Our faces were only inches apart as I felt nervous and a bunch of butterflies in my stomach. What was this feeling?