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CHAPTER SEVEN
After my intense run, I return home, still fuming from my earlier encounter with that guy, and head straight for a refreshing shower. As I step out, clad in a towel, I notice Claire getting ready to go out.
"Where are you off to all dressed up?" I raise an eyebrow, genuinely curious.
"Oh, it's just a date," Claire replies, a hint of excitement in her voice.
"That's not new. I want details," I press, leaning against the bathroom doorframe.
"You'll like him, I promise. In fact, after our date today, he's coming over to the house," Claire reveals.
My curiosity is piqued. "Oh, okay then. Have fun," I concede, offering a small smile.
With Claire out on her date, I decide to make the most of my day. After tackling my schoolwork, I indulge in a lazy day, lounging around and watching movies. Hours drift by in a haze of relaxation, punctuated by occasional naps and snack breaks.
As evening approaches, I'm content in my solitary world, unaware of the impending upheaval. At around 6 pm, I'm rudely awakened from my peaceful reverie by Claire's sudden return. But she's not alone; she's holding hands with... Oh my God!
My jaw drops in disbelief as I take in the unexpected sight. "What are you doing here?" I blurt out, a mixture of shock and horror in my voice.
The guy beside Claire doesn't seem fazed at all. Instead, he raises an eyebrow in a nonchalant manner. "I should be asking you the same question," he retorts, smirking as if this is the most amusing situation in the world.
I turn to Claire, my expression a mix of incredulity and annoyance. "What is he doing here?" I demand.
"I told you I was going to introduce you to someone today, didn't I?" Claire responds, attempting to defuse the tension with an earnest look in her eyes.
"Yeah, you said your date, not a nuisance," I grumble, unable to hide my irritation.
The guy in question lets out a hearty laugh, clutching his heart mockingly. "Ouch, that hit a nerve," he remarks with a smirk.
Claire pleads with her eyes, urging me to be more accommodating. I take a deep breath, trying to control my frustration and not embarrass her further.
"Fine," I relent, a bit begrudgingly. "Welcome to our apartment, Claire's guest." My tone is polite, but the tension in the room is palpable. This evening has taken an unexpected turn, and I can't help but wonder what kind of chaos this guy is about to unleash on my life.
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