Chapter 6 Narcissistic Man-Whore

• Eve
• When I was close to my house, I realize I had to walk pass Chris’s house. I dreaded the thought of walking past his house, but what can I do. It seems that God hate me because for the past two day my life had turn upside down. I gotten myself involved with people the that I hate.
• I was looking at the ground, while reminiscing about the problem at hand, when my face smack onto a broad hard chest. I look up to see those blue eyes look into my eye, our faces inches apart. I didn't want to look away because I was drowning in those beautiful blue eyes.
• Do you really hate this beautiful person? The thought ran around in circle in my head. His arm begins to move to circle around my waist. But the simple action brought me back to reality, I back away abruptly.
• “What is wrong with you, just standing in the middle of the sidewalk for?” I ask him.
• “Why, I was waiting for you.” He answers in a nonchalant tone.
• “Are you stalking me? You do know that is border line creepy, right?” I walk around him to get to my house.
• “Is it so creepy that I was worry about you?” He asks, with a devilish smirk on his face.
• “Hm... I met you for the first-time last night. Literally found out your full name an hour ago. And your face scream narcissistic man-whore to me. So yes, it is creepy.” I reply, while walking through the gate and closing it behind me.
• There was a fence separating the two houses, as I closed the gate he also enters through his gate and close it. He walks along the fence matching my step as if he was walking along side me.
• “Aren’t we 'friend', Eve. It’s not creepy to worry about a friend, right?” He asks, sarcastically. That devilish smirk still plasters on his face.
• “I will have to think long and hard about that.” I said, exaggerating every words. It took me a few second to get my door open and I turn to him, “goodbye, Christopher.” I fake a smile and wave, then went inside.
• I heard a chuckle from him, before I close and lock the door. I made my way to the kitchen. My mom had woken up, ate breakfast and did the dishes. But she was nowhere to be found.
• “Mom!!!” I called out, trying to find out where she was. She pops her head from behind the sofas.
• “Yes.” she replies in her drunken stupor state.
• “What are you doing over there? If you are going to drink at least do it properly on the couch. Also, I bought your favorite Chinese for lunch. Come on let eat.” She was struggles to get off the floor so, I gave her a hand. Once she is up, we make our way to the table and I setup everything for lunch.
• After, lunch she sobers up a little. It had been a long time since I saw her sober and conscious. I want to take on this moment and cherish it.
• I wish I could stop time right here and now, but truth is I cannot. So, I just stare and take in the moment as much as possible. She gets up and start walking toward the sofas where all the alcohols are.
• “Mom, I love you.” Taking the chance to tell her my feeling because once she reaches the sofas, I knew she will not have enough conscious to hear me.
• She stops turn to me and give me a smile but said nothing. I watch helplessly as she chugs down alcohol like I would with water after a 3-mile run.
• I understand her though because I was the mirror image of my father. As much as I hate to admit it, but it true. My mother had blond hair, green eye high cheek bone, with a V shape chin and a high nose bridge. She had the typical sexy Victoria secret model look going for her.
• While I had big dark brown eyes, dark brown hair. I always keep my hair shoulder length cause I it easier to maintain.
• I got my mother noise but my father face shape and eye. I’m a skinny petite girl standing at 4’ 10”, not even 5’. All in all, I am not your typical popular girl in school, nor do I run in the same circle as them.
• Talking about my dad, remind me of Chris. He is what I called the Golden Boy of Apple Valley High. He has the look and money. He the kind of guys that every girl wants to date. I bet he got lots of girl after him. But to me, he is a narcissistic man-whore.
• All in all, I was confident that he would never go for me. And after I help him with his 'favor' then I will have nothing to do with him and live my life like normal again. But something in me feel kind of sad at the thoughts. Nah, It just my imagination. I put the thought away and went to my room.
• A few hours Later
• I was enjoying the fresh air and the warmth of the evening sun, while lying on my bed. **Thud** Something had land on the balcony, making me sit up on my bed. Then another **Thud** came, it is clear someone is trying to get my attention.
• I removes the insect screen to my balcony and see a cripple up paper. ‘Hi. Look up.’ Confuse, I did as it said. Chris was sitting on his balcony, staring at me with a smile that make my heart skip a beat. Recomposing myself, I walk closer to the edge to talk.
• “Hi, what you are doing?” he asks, excitedly.
• “Nothing you would be interest in.” I answer, nonchalantly.
• “Everything about you is interesting to me.” He said still smiling. I blush at his word but recompose immediately. Hiding the fact that his word had an effect on me.
• “You know if I have a quarter of your narcissism. I will think that you are flirting with me.” Trying to keep my cool.
• “How do you know that I'm not.” He looks into my eye and his smile widen.
• I drown myself into those bright blue eyes as I stared back at him. I try my best to fight the urge to smile, while my heartbeat faster.
• “Ha, haa. Now that funny joke. What about you? What are you doing? It seems to me you don’t have anything better to other then sit around all day.” I laugh and change the subject. He leans back, cross his arm before shrugging his shoulder.
• “Nothing better than talking to you right now.” He continues to give me that smiles as if he is trying to charm me. I check the time on my phone, it 6:40 pm, dinner time.
• “Ok, well, its dinner time and I’ve got taco to make.” I was about to leave but he stops me.
• “You cooks!??” His eye widens in shock that I can cook.
• “Yes, what wrong with that? Doesn’t everybody cook?”
• “Nothing it just that I never seen anyone like you before. Tell me did you move here a month ago?”
• “Yes. Why?” I was confuse as ever.
• “Oh, so you are the lady that I help open the gate for that night. No, offense but I thought you are a 60-year-old lady from the way you sound.” I frown at him.
• “Not only are you narcissistic but blind and deaf as well.” I tutted.
• “You can’t blame me, especially after the homemade cookies and handwritten ‘thank you’ note the day after. I mean who still does that?” He chuckle at my way of appreciation.
• “What wrong with that? But if you think it too much then just ignore me and throw threw them away next time.” I scowled, getting a bit offended. People like him doesn’t know how to appreciate kind gesture. Why even help me in the first place.
• “Why would I? The chocolate chip cookie tasted awesome. It would be waste.” I smile, genuinely.
• “So, you ate the cookies?”
• “Yes, every last one of it.” He smiles back, making my breath hitch in my throat.
• I don’t know if I was happy that he like my cookies or it something else, but all my anger seems to disappear after he said that. I clear my throat before excusing myself for dinner.
• “Ok. Well, I’m going to excuse myself now, because I’m starving.” I end our conversation and head inside.
• I make my way down stair to make dinner, but mom was nowhere to be found. This is not a rare occurrence. Its Saturday night and usually she would be out partying. She not going to be home until later in the night. oh well, I will just leave some food.
• Sometime in the night
• “Wait, don’t go. Wait. Dad. Mom, wait for me. Please!!!” I jolt awake in the middle of the night.
• Ever since my parent divorce. I’ve had similar dream repeatedly. Every night, after I had fallen asleep. I saw myself alone in my old room looking out the window.
• Then my parent walk in, tell me they are getting a divorce and walk into darkness, vanishing in front of me. I would scream for them to wait for me, but they never stop or turn back for me. I try to run after them, but I cannot catch up. I would always trip and fall, then jolted awake cover in sweat.
• I sat in my bed, covering my face with both my palm. I took a deep breathe to calm myself down and went downstairs for water. It 3 am on the morning and this nightmare is getting to me.
• I saw figure laying on the sofas, I don’t have to look close to know who it is. Then I notice the pile vomit next to her. She had party hard, came home drunk and vomit all over the floor.
• I shook my head and starts cleaning the mess up and make her as comfortable as possible before heading to bed myself.