Juliette Pov

　　"I swear I'll just slam my head against the damn wall until I die or I'll just get inside this fucking phone and kill the damn fucking man on the other end by strangling his neck with the damn ear cords or the phone charger!" Kiara yelled at the top of her voice as she paced around my room holding her still ringing phone in her hand.


　　The anonymous is still after Kiara.

　　"Oh C'mon! You just keep on ignoring him. What if he is your prince charming? Why don't you go and meet him?" I said as I filed my nails using the filer.

　　"Prince charming my ass!" she cursed as she clawed the backside of the phone cover and took the battery out.


　　"Damn!" I chuckled at her behavior.

　　"Shut up!" she groaned when she heard ringing voice from her pants pocket. She had two phones and she groaned seeing the number in her ID.


　　"I can't believe this! How come he has all of my phone numbers?" she growled and pulling her hair she walked out of my room.

　　I chuckled at her and kept the filer on the nightstand as I slid and made myself comfortable on my bed. Looking at the clock it read half past ten in the night. As I pulled the quilt over myself a deep blush formed on my cheeks as I remembered the events that took place in the morning.

　　"Zachary," I mumbled to myself as my mind drifted back to the day when we first met.

　　What a day it was.

　　I got up from my sleeping position and sat on the bed untying my hair as I smiled to myself. Hugging my knees, I kept my head on my hand as I gazed out of the window.

　　"This is so unrealistic," I smiled as I thought about him.

　　"He didn't even let me speak else I would've..." I stopped in the middle as I bit down on my lips.

　　Would I have let him know how I feel about him?

　　of course!

　　Laying back on the bed on my side I closed my eyes for a second and snuggled into my pillow when I heard faint noises until I drifted off to sleep.

　　I felt something cold on my cheek, I groaned and tried to pry it away as I rolled on my side to the other side of the bed. Seconds later something again touched my bare arm and I searched for it sleepily and as I got hold of it, I furrowed feeling it as a hand.

　　"What?" I mumbled and tried to open my eyes. Everything was blurry to my eyes. It took some seconds for my eyes to adjust to the surrounding but as soon as the blur diminished my eyes came in contact with those brown orbs of the person whom I have been dreaming and have been longing for from the day I have left him. To my absolute horror as soon as I realized the person to be Zachary sitting next to me on my bed and staring down at me, I jolted up from my sleeping position hitting my head against the headboard in the process.

　　"Careful!" he hissed and forwarded his hand to hold my face but rubbing my now throbbing head I backed away as far as I could from him.

　　"Juliette?" he questioned lowering his head to the side questioning my behavior.

　　But he was so close....

　　"Ow!" I winced and gave him an awkward smile as I rubbed my head and looked around frantically thinking where were we.

　　It seemed the same room where I remembered drifting off to sleep last night.

　　Same room.

　　My room.

　　"Zachary... um, what are you doing here?" I asked once I regained my sanity.

　　"Where is your phone?" he asked shifting in his position turning towards me.

　　"Phone?" I questioned him back.

　　He raised an eyebrow and stared at me with his piercing brown eyes.

　　"Oh, phone?" I laughed awkwardly and looked around under the pillow and on the nightstand nervously.

　　Why am I so nervous?

　　"There," I muttered as I lifted it up from the ground. It looked like it fell from the bed when I jolted up from the sleep seeing his face.

　　"Here is my phone!" I showed it to him and he signaled using his eyes to look at it.

　　Sliding the screen, I unlocked my phone to find nine missed calls and the name read 'My Heartbeat.'

　　"Nine missed calls," I muttered and raised my eyes to look at him.

　　"I was asleep," I said and mustering up courage tried to act as if what the big deal if I didn't pick his call.

　　"I know that!" he said and racked his hand on his hair. My eyes followed his movement and I appreciated what I saw. He was still in the same clothes that he wore in the morning. A blush formed on my cheek as I saw his arm muscles flexing when his racked his hair.

　　Oh damn!

　　"S-So?" I managed to ask.

　　He looked back at me and roamed his eyes on me. I shifted in my position pulling the straps of my tank tops up all of a sudden feeling self-conscious.

　　"Pack your things!" he said all of a sudden as his eyes remained constant on my neck.

　　"What?" I asked as I realized what he just said.

　　"I don't like to repeat myself!" he said and got up from his place walking towards the window he looked outside shoving his hands into his pants pockets.

　　"What?" was all that formed in my mouth.

　　"It seems as if you like that word," I heard him chuckle and I got up from my place.

　　"What do you mean by pack your things?" I asked walking up to him but then I realized "Oh wait! How come you are here? At this time of the da-night?" I looked back at the clock to read past three o'clock in the morning.

　　"How did you get in?" I asked scratching the side of my arm in utter tension.

　　"You have good friends," was all he said.

　　Kiara?

　　How dare she?

　　Traitor.

　　"Oh, I'm going to kill her today!" I said and turned ready to kill her but stopped when he opened his mouth.

　　"You can do that later. Go and pack your things," he said and I balled my fists in anger.

　　"Why?" I demanded.

　　"You are coming with me," he said with his back facing me.

　　How dare he command me?

　　I am not his pet dog!

　　"Where and why? What's the urgency?" I questioned folding my arms across my chest.

　　I waited for him to answer me but all I got in return was silence. Still, I waited. I waited for him to reply. He can't just barge into my life and order me around. I need to know what's the urgency that he had to barge inside my room in the middle of the night and all of a sudden as- no command me to pack my things.

　　Who does he think he is?