After Jude dropped me off at school, my mind was occupied by him. Every single thought of mine was all about him.
I didn't know how he began to control my life the way he did. My thoughts and wants. I couldn't tell but one thing was certain. I believed he might also have a crush on me, he did things for me.
He was more attentive and attractive than before. I believed he might like me back even a little.
Who would have thought, it was all foul play? But were my emotions part of them? Did he never like me? not even for a moment?.
Returning home, different thoughts filled my mind. Possibilities, Who was Jude.? Why has he changed his strategy?
It was okay, I could show my love and affection slowly.
He never for once acted like he didn't know I had a thing for him.
Jude's hand was filled with a take out. Unlike him, he never cooked or gave me any cash to prepare what we eat.
This Jude was surprisingly different and suspicious. Do I like this new him? or the old him?
He looked less of a gangster, but the old him was a real bandit.
"You said you weren't feeling well, I guess you won't have the strength to cook dinner." He said.
I gasped, shocked at the display. "For real?" I thought in my head. "Gosh...this guy what is he planning next?."
Was he really the Jude I know?
"How did you know I wasn't feeling well?"
I questioned, not convinced.
He pointed to a written paper on the desk. "Wait, When did you return?" I was surprised.
He smirked, "I never left."
"That's a lie I said." standing up. If he never left, why did he make me wait and long for him day and night.?
"Then where were you.?" Hoping he would give me a definite answer but he didn't.
"He just sat there looking at the food." I turned to leave but he shouted. "You dare leave." His voice was cold like ice, it could bring someone to act in order.
I stood frozen, "Why are you acting up...because I am being nice?"
I couldn't answer, "What does it matter if you are being nice?" I shouted back.
I said and strode into the room, he ran after me and dragged me out.
"Do you like the naughty me, the cold me or this side of me.?"
"Haven't you always wanted me to be more understanding?." he asked hoping I'd understand him, but it made me even more mad.
But why was that? "You don't need to be nice to me or act out of your line for me, am not worth it...thanks for not killing me." I said and walked away angrily.
But he stopped me, "I saw you with that girl, Lucy ... .does she know you are living with me?"
I turned, "What are you scheming at?" my voice pierced. I never thought we would fight seeing him again.
I didn't want to be mad at him anymore, if only he could give me a kiss...I won't be mad anymore. I thought, staring at his lips, and how he was trying his best to get me to eat with him.
"I just want you to eat with me, he said." Standing up. His broad shoulder towering over me.
He held my face in his palm, gently he leaned in and kissed me.
My eyes widened in shock, "What are you doing?" I shouted.
Subconsciously I tried to slap him, but he held my hand mid way. He leaned in again.
But I ran to the seat. He smirked. My face turned red. I could never tell what was on his mind.
