Chapter 2 ~ Blackcherry Ave
“You must be cold,” I heard the familiar voice of Mr. O’Hara
"I'll survive," I said as I kept walking, "I'm confident in that answer." I said giving him the same attitude as I kept walking. He slowly drove the car to catch up with me. "Do you wanna a Ride?" He asked which took me by surprise.
"I-t's okay I don't live far from here," I said that was half a lie, it was another fifteen minute walk from here. "Come on, don't be stubborn. It's cold it'll be faster if ur in here.. and I got heat." He said with a smirk, occasionally looking at the road than at me.
It's like he was trying to make up for being a dick.. and the heat did sound nice.. I stopped and got in the car, regretting the skirt I wore.. the sheer black tights didn't keep me as warm as I thought, I felt self conscious my bare thighs out as I sat in his front seat.
I reached and put my seatbelt on as I remained quiet, "So are you gonna tell me where to go? Or we could just sit here too." He said as a bright red went across my cheeks.
"S-sorry just keep going straight." I said as he nodded,, "I'll tutor you by the way, I just don't like people who want extra help and don't do the extra work that comes with it." He grumbled as i bit my lip and nodded.
"So do I keep going straight still?" He asked as I looked around, totally not trying to make it look like I was lost.
"You're new to Nueva York aren't you?" He asked as i chuckled, "how'd you know?" I said looking over at him as he was already staring at me, our eyes making eye contact.
I felt a rush of nerves running up my spine, his eyes already on me. We were so close, his eyes almost looked like a shade of red,, a dark brown mixed with something else.
I blinked and cleared my throat.."I am new sorry, I'll just look up the address on my phone. It's my first day being out actually and not in my apartment.. S-Sorry." I Explained. Embarrassed.
"What's the address? I've been here for all my life, im 32 now, I should be able to find it." He responds blankly as we still made eye contact, i licked my lips as I tore my eyes away from him. I felt like I was in a trance. I needed a glass of water ASAP.
42 Blackcherry Ave was the address that was on the screen as he nodded and chuckled. "We live in the same apartment." He said as I laughed to myself.
"So where you were before?" He asked awkwardly, "no where special." I mumbled thinking about everything that happened before.
"California, I came from California." I said saving the pity story, he's my professor not my therapist. I thought to myself. He didn't reply to that, he turned into the parking lot of the condo. He was probably just making conversation to make the ride go along faster. He parked in the underground park as we got out of the car and walked into the building, entering the elevator.
The elevator ride was silent and a little awkward, I tried to count how many tiles were on the floor, not making conversation. "So what floor are you on?" He asked waiting to push a button, "5" i replied.
"Same." He said as I laughed to myself. "Walls are thin.. don't be too loud bonita he said as he walked out of the elevator, I still had a blank stare on my face, as he left me in the elevator by myself.
What did Bonita mean? I don't know any Spanish but I liked the way it sounded rolling off his tongue. Mental note: google what bonita means.
I turned the corner and saw no sign of him. Oh okay then. He couldn't even say bye? Back to asshole professor, Just cause someone drives you home doesn't mean he's an angel, I thought to myself. I walked over to my door, as i tried looking for my keys, finally finding them at the bottom of my bag. Thank god i thought.
Quickly unlocking my door, my kitten, kitty came to greet me at the front door as a smile creeped on my face, “hiiiii sweetheart!” I said in a baby voice picking her up, she rubbed her head against my neck as I hugged her deeply than put her down grabbing her food dish and putting some in her dish for her.
I walked away putting the cat food on the marble countertop, as I walked over to my laptop logging into it, I put some hozier on for background noise, turning the volume up as i hummed along to the music as i hit the google icon.
'What does Bonita in Spanish mean?' I typed as the results came quickly, the words that were on my screen made my cheeks flush with red, I felt like i was 15 again with a middle school crush. Like I never been called beautiful before. I quickly started going back and forth with pro's and con's about trying to pursue anything with my professor.. he's my professor, that's a case waiting to happen.
You're 22 though, the devil on my shoulder said. I had to shake my head to think that, don't encourage me.
A knock sent me out of my battle with myself, A knock on my door.. whose knocking on my door? I'm not expecting anyone. I walked over to the door swinging open the door seeing Miguel or Mr. O'Hara.
"It's you?" He said as i tried to hold my laugh, "It's me, I thought we established we live in the same apartment on the same floor." I said, trying to be witty or whatever.
"I just didn't know you'd be right beside me." He stated as i nodded, "You need sugar or anything?" I asked, just some friendly neighbourly humour.
"Very funny," he said in a deadpan voice. "Could your turn the music down? It's hard to work with music blaring against my walls." He said, as i bit my lip. Another moment of embarrassment.
"Did you wanna request anything? I could play something you like.." I said with a smile as he looked at my eyes down to my lips than back up to my eyes, "Very funny, Have you ever heard of headphones?" He said as i rolled my eyes.
"Well you have a great night, I'll take your suggestion and put it into the suggestion box." I said as I slammed the door in his face. We can both play the asshole game, I still turned the music down though. I'll be an asshole tomorrow.
This isn’t proofread sorrry!!