Chapter 3

After our class was over, I and Gray went to the nearest cafe for lunch, we both were starving.

" Grey, please go fast and bring something to eat," I said while taking a seat at the nearest table. Grey was still standing there and observing me with his big brown eyes, I know he is very handsome but not as handsome as "him".

"Why are you still standing here?" I ask him, "bring something to eat. I'm starving, go fast." He was still standing there and looking at me. If he stared like this at someone else, they would go mad but it doesn't work on me. 

"What?" I asked him with furrowed brows. 

He finally replied "Jane," came his cool but demanding voice "when are you going to tell me, what were you thinking during class, you are always daydreaming?" he exclaimed.

"From the day we became friends, I always notice you spacing out. You are always like that, you don't even talk with me while during our class or whenever we are hanging out together. Am I that boring?"  He asked me. He does look cute when he is angry. 

"No, Grey you're not," I said with a smile on my face "actually, you are the first person with whom I felt this comfortable."

"Then what is bothering you so much is there a problem, please tell me maybe I can help you,".

"No Grey I'm ok thanks for your concern."

"Then why are you always spacing out, tell me maybe I can help you."

"No, Grey, I'm good."

"Are you sure?"

"yes, I am."

"You trust me, right?" Grey asked me with pleading eyes 

" Yes Grey, I trust you", I replied with a smile on my face.

"Now go bring something to eat. I am starving, it is as if cats and dogs are fighting World War III in my stomach." I told him with a smile on my face, he smiled back at me "OK I'll bring something to eat." he told me, and he went to the counter to order.

Do I think so much about "him", he is not here but still, he controls my mind, maybe I can talk with Grey about it, but the thought was removed immediately from my brain.

No, I can't say anything about "him" to Grey, and he will not be happy to hear about "him."

It's been two years since he has gone, yet he still has the same effect on me as he did on the first day when he talked with me, or to be more accurate threatened me.

Remembering about that day…

It's been two weeks since I was living in my new house and I was still trying to adjust to my new life without my mom and dad. I missed them so much that I used to cry endlessly at night. The only good thing about these two weeks was aunt Jennifer. She was extremely nice to me, I also started helping her in the kitchen like I used to do with Mom. She told me there is no need to do such things, but I told her I felt good when I helped her. After that, she never argued about it again. It was strange whenever I used to help her or do something in the house, I always felt someone was watching me, someone was staring at me with a cold gaze.

One day, when I was in the kitchen helping aunt Jennifer, she went out to take something and as usual, I felt someone was staring at me so I looked up and I saw "him", he was leaning against the kitchen door. He was straight staring at me, my body went stiff at his cold gaze.

Why is he standing there? Does he need something? Does he want something from the kitchen then why is he still standing there? He never comes to the kitchen, I only saw him during the mealtimes, and did I tell you, he has not spoken a single word with me. He was still standing there staring at me; I don't know how many minutes flew like this.

I started feeling uncomfortable and the next thing he did made my heart beat fast. He...he slowly started moving in my direction. Does he want something from me? Why will he want something from you? Does he want to ask something about food? Why will he ask you? Remember, he had not spoken a single word with you in the past two weeks and if he wants to ask something he will ask his mother, then why was he coming near me.

A thousand questions were arising in my mind with not a single answer. He was still moving in my direction, he was slowly diminishing the distance between us. Now there was only one hand distance between us. Why is he still moving in my direction? The question kept rotating in my brain, again and again. He was still staring at me without blinking.

What...what will I do now?

My heart started beating faster. I started hearing my heartbeat, if he comes any closer to me, he will also hear it. In a second he was in front of me, unconsciously I lowered my gaze, but he didn't stop, he passed by me with brushing his hand on my arm. The small touch of his hand sent a shiver to my spine. Passing by me, he took something from the fridge and went out of the kitchen while I still stood there like a statue. After he went, I let out a breath I didn't know, I was holding it.

What was he trying to do? Poor me, little did I know it was just starting...…