The Love Forest novel Chapter 5

"How so?" I asked curiously. I am different than more girls, I know that. I prefer burger over salad; horror over romance; sports over cheerleading; fries over guys.(Haha see what I did with the last one?) But hearing him say that makes me wonder how he think that way.

"You punch harder than a guy." was all he replied with. I was a bit disappointed when he didn't say anything after that anymore. Something intrigued inside me, that wants to know what he thinks of me.

I pushed those thoughts aside. What the hell am I thinking? Why would I care whatever this jerk thinks of me anyways?

"And you don't chase after me like a lost puppy just like everyone." he added to my surprise.

Neither of us were looking at each other as we spoke. I guess it felt more comfortable to look at the plain, white ceiling as talk rather than to look at each other face to face. Plus, we're only like a feet apart. We've never even been 0 feet near each other or all demons from hell would break loose.

"Why would I chase after you? There's nothing special about you."

He sounded offended. "Of course I'm special. Why else would everyone like me? It's either something's wrong with your vision or you're stupid." he scoffed.

"FYI, my vision is 20/20 and I'm not stupid, stupid. You did start the topic." I snorted. I almost added, Don't ask if you can't handle the answer but decided not to.

"Why are you in my room anyways?" I repeated the question again.

"I don't know,"

"You broke into my room like an intruder and you don't know?" I felt irritation creep up on me. "You woke me up from my peaceful sleep, you twat! If you're here because you're just 'bored'," I emphasized. "Sorry to break it on you, hon, but I'm not your entertainer."

He didn't say anything. There was a few quiet passing seconds.

"Don't you think this is weird?" he broke the silence. "Here we are, lying next to each other when we can't even stand to see each other."

I was glad that I wasn't the only one who noticed the change of mood. "It is, very. But you should get out now before the old me comes back." I attempted to joke.

"No, please stay new Kylie." he played along.

"You have 3 seconds to run before she comes! Hurry!" I softly laughed.

He chuckled lowly at my lame jest. Something inside me fluttered. His laugh is husky and deep, not the obnoxious and the dying horses ound as I used to describe.

"Seriously though. Where were you?"

"I was in the club all night, you know drinking and stuff with my friends. Oooh there was this one girl in the club. She was smokin'. Fucked her right there in the-"

"Okay, I don't wanna hear the rest. But thanks for sharing that wonderful tale with me. Though it wasn't necessary." I cutted him off before I puke out of disgust. I crunched up my nose. Boys and their hormones...

"Okay, fine. I don't know. You're a pain in the butt to but I don't hate you or anything,"" he let out a defeated sigh.

"May I ask for the third time why you sneaked up on my room again?" He said he went to the club to get drunk, why? I'm not letting him off so easily. He disrupted my wondeful sleep and I wanna know why.

"I...I felt lonely."

I really want to ask him what's wrong but then I remember that it's none of my business. Cole and I aren't close to being acquaintances.

But I do have this sense that the pain is caused by my heartbreaker cousin. I wanted to talk to him about him but then, I don't wanna come off as nosy. I didn't push it any further.

" 'The only people up at three a.m. are drunk, lonely, in love or all three.' " I quoted, hoping that it will enlighten the atmosphere at least. It's something I got from PinQuotes, okay.

He laughed shortly. "Touché, that perfectly describes me."

Most people will take advantage of a drunk person such as luring them to tell them their deepest secrets. That's just unfair and cruel. That's why it's called drunk because they have an impaired mind.

"You should really stop now, Cole. I don't want you to say something you'll contempt." I warned. By tomorrow, you won't even remember we have this conversation.