Are you jealous?

Claire stared at his face, then the road and then at his phone. "What's wrong with your phone?" She asked.

"Claire," he called her in that warning tone.

"Whatever," she looked away.

"I don't care if you are upset," he uttered, looking through the window.

"And why will I be upset with you chatting?" She looked his way.

"I wasn't chatting, you can check it yourself!" Why was he even trying to prove himself to her? "Why? Are you perhaps jealous?" He asked. "Have you always been jealous?" He asked. Wonder how Donald treated her for her to be this way about him. Was he always on phone and chatting with those girls he saw on his phone whenever he was with Claire?

"No, I'm not," she answered tiredly as if she didn't want to talk about it.

"You don't have to worry, I don't like women anyway, so I chat with nobody but you," he said.

"You don't know, perhaps you've forgotten how much of a womanizer you are," she said rudely.

"I don't remember," Corey hated that his brother was a womanizer. Really?

"You should remember, make sure you remember," strictly, she said.

"Did it hurt you when he...I go around with... women?" Corey could clearly see the hurt in her eyes but he just asked to know her reaction and response.

"You asking?" Her eyes scolded him. "You asking..." she scoffed and licked her lips as she focused on the road after glaring. "You always knew you were hurting me, and you are always satisfied with it that even after embarrassing me..." She paused because it was hurting her as she told him. "Even when you embarrass me in front of your friend, and see me cry about it in front of you guys, you laugh and stare at me like I was nothing. And up till now, I'm still a fool to chase after you," she swallowed and looked away again.

Corey could tell why she was looking away and he felt bad. He had thought his brother was good and nice, turned out he treated Claire just as he treated him back then. "I'm sorry...for hurting you," he knew he shouldn't but she was hurting and he felt like he should hug away all the pain in her.

"It's too late, Donald," she glanced at him with a sad face.

"Don't cry," he sounded kind of kiddish so she laughed at it. "You are a big girl," he added. He suddenly sounded like an elder brother to her. She pushed her face in his direction and laughed.

"Yes, I'm a big girl... idiot," she chuckled, showing off her teeth.

"You are being disrespectful again," he frowned.

"I know, it hurts you..." She laughed even more.

"It doesn't hurt me, Claire, it shakes my pride...you make me feel less of a man."

"As long as you have your d!ck, you are a man," she uttered.

"No," he disagreed.

"No?" She looked at him, "Okay...what makes me a woman... my boobs and my ass," she said.

"My God, Claire," he looked outside the window...she was something else. And she liked the way he just called her name. It sound sexy and promising...his voice was always able... very able.

"There's a bookstore somewhere around here," she looked around, searching.

"Bookstore?" He asked.

"I want to get new books," she told him.

"Oh, is there any book other than the one you gave me? I mean...a book that isn't about love," he was curious.

"Yes, there is, Donald," she answered. "You can get yourself a phone, it's across..." She was parking the car.

"No, I'll wait here for you or follow you," he said. Claire threw him a look of suspicion. "I just don't want to leave you on your own," he lied. He couldn't get a phone for himself, he didn't know how to. "Claire," he called her name in that tone she liked.

"Will you come with me then?" She asked.

"I will," he said and waited for her to park the car, they both climbed out of the car and walked into the bookstore.

When they went in, Claire took his hand and led him through the bookshelves. "Why are you taking my hand?" He asked when they were facing a table.

"Because men don't read much," she answered, "and when one is found, everyone would want him so don't go away from me."

"Okay," he followed her like a bodyguard until she got to a bookshelf where horror books were placed.

"Okay, this isn't romance. Choose any book," she told him.

"What are they then?" He asked as he pushed forward to choose.

"Some are about politics, some about crime and then horror," she showed less interest.

"I don't want," he told her. "Then what do you want? Comics?" She assumed so she took him to the comic area and chose for him after he looked and looked like a dummy. "Men like comics and video games," she told him.

"You've gotten too much, Claire," he said because the books were too much in her hands.

"Then help me carry some," she ordered so he did while she paid. They left for his car again and planted the books in the back seat. It was evening already, it was getting late but he needed to get a phone so she followed him to the electronics store.

She chose for him again, the latest iPhone and registered it for him which cost them time.

They left the store by seven in the evening. "I'm hungry," she said to herself as he drove them back.

"Let's go to my house to drop this off," he said because his house was close by and he was heading to his house first not hers.

"What's in your house? My stomach is in pain," she looked tired.

"I'm sorry," he uttered again and some part of him slapped him for being so stupid to apologize to a woman when his uncle had told him strictly never to say sorry to a woman. But it fell out of his mouth, he was feeling guilty and wanted to ease her a little. Claire had to keep up with him because he said sorry, it wasn't like Donald to apologize which was strange. He was nicer to her now that he didn't remember her and some other important things, making her wish he doesn't remember because if he does, he'd return to the way he used to behave with her.