Chapter 7
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I gave her a faint smile.
"Thanks for caring," I said to her.
"Hey, what about me? Don't I care?" Helen asks.
"Both of you." I grinned and looked at Stephen.
"Now better. We are going home now. We would come to visit tomorrow." Helen said.
"Okay, bye," I said.
"Bye. Eat and rest, okay? Bella said.
I nod as my response.
I thought Stephen would also leave but he didn't. He was just looking at me."
"Baby let me get you something to drink. You should be thirsty." My mom said.
"Ugh...mom!"
"Sorry. I'm used to it." She walked out.
Stephen and I were left alone. Who is going to talk first?
There was tension between us and I didn't know what to say to him so I kept mute. I don't know if I should shout at him and blame him for what happened to me.
"Here's your phone. It dropped down from your pocket." He hands it over
I collected it from him with force. I was still angry with him.
"Sharon..... are angry with me? Say something please. You know that I didn't mean for that to happen. I love you." He held my hands. Our eyes met. I quickly looked away before something happens again
"Sharon say something. Talk to me." He said, looking so serious.
I still didn't say a word.
"I said I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you."
"Stephen the first thing you should know is that I'm not your girlfriend. We don't have a thing together. You are with Patricia and she's my friend. I can't betray her. You have said sorry and I forgive you. End of story." I turn my face away from him.
"I know but Sharon I want you. I can't stop thinking about you. Patricia and I have broken up so please stop putting her in."
"She still wants you back."
"Don't you want me?"
I blinked my eyes rapidly wishing I could give him the right answer to that question. I wanted him like crazy. I made sure I hid those cheeks of mine that were about to turn red. My mom came in and I wasn't able to answer his question.
"Drink some milk, Sharon." My mom says, putting it closer to my lips.
After drinking the cup of milk, Stephen stood up to leave.
"Goodbye Sharon," He felt uncomfortable staying to watch my mom feed me.
"I'll be leaving now ma'am. " He winks at me.
"Call me Mrs. Katherine. Thanks for watching over my daughter."
Why did he do that? Is he flirting with me? And what's my mom even saying? If she knew he was the cause, she would have ripped his heart out.
Carly came into my ward, happy to see I was awake.
"Sharon, you are awake. How are you feeling now?" She hugged me.
"Okay," I say in a low tone.
"So....who is that guy I saw now? Looks like there's a lot I don't know." Carly asked excitedly. Clearly, she loves studying me.
"No. It's not what you think." I dig my hands into my hair, thinking of a good explanation to make her understand.
"You don't need to pretend Sharon. What's there to hide? You have a boyfriend." She winks at me.
"I don't. I'm serious. Stephen is not my boyfriend." I say in a serious tone. Does she basically mean, any boy who cares about me is my boyfriend? I scoff at the thought of Stephen even being what she pictured. That can never happen.
"Hmm...liar. He's handsome anyways. You have a good taste," She pats me on my hands, giving a nod.
"Have you guys had anything together. At least kissed." Carly goes into further study. Can't she just let go of this discussion and talk about another? I was taken away with a smile as I recall our last kiss. I feel mesmerized. Carly caught me smiling. I didn't even realize quickly that my cheeks were burning red.
"Hmm...I knew you have a soft spot. You don't know how to lie to me. Gist me, Sharon. Have you had.....you know." She asks excitedly. There's no way I could deny something wasn't going on between Stephen and me now. It was quite evident.
"No! I'm not that cheap. I said no to him. He has asked me out a lot." I sounded like a baby.
"So...what's stopping you from saying yes?" Carly wondered.
"His ex-girlfriend," I state.
"How is that stopping you?"
"She's like a friend to me," I say. I don't want anything bad to happen between Patricia and me in the nearer future.
"Is it Patricia you are talking about?" Carly recalls when Patricia and I were friends in elementary but we weren't that close. Patricia didn't like to relate much.
"Yes."
"Oh please. You guys don't even talk like that."
"But still...."
"But what? You like him don't you?" My sister speaks selfishly.
"Yeah."
"So what are you waiting for. They are not dating." She reminds me.
"But she still wants to get back with him." I convince her.
"It's your choice. So...how did this happen to you?" Carly realized her convincing me wasn't going to work so she let it go.
"Long story."
"Tell me." Carly wanted to know everything.
I narrated everything to her in a few minutes while she pays full attention like watching a movie.
"This guy likes you believe me."
"Who likes who?" Our mom heard our last conversation as she came in.
"It's nothing," Carly said, trying to take her mind off it.
"Mom, I'm getting sick of staying here. I want to go home." I pleaded with my mom. I couldn't spend one night here. It would be really scary being alone.
"But you just recovered." My mom says.
"I'm okay, really," I assured her.
"You're sure?" She asks again.
I responded with a nod.
