Chapter 3: CHRIS!

Penelope's Pov:

I gave my driver the location of the house and as I sat in the back seat headed there, he suddenly called me as if he knew I was thinking about him.

"Hey!" he called and I breathed out softly.

"H…Hey, um…good day!" I replied, unexplainably feeling twitchy.

"How're you, bae? You're done from school already?" He asked and I nodded like he could see me.

"I'm on my way now." I told him and could tell it lifted him up.

"Okay, dear. I'm waiting. Stay safe okay?"

"Sure, bye!" I stated and dropped the call.

I brushed my fingers into my hair and stared through the window as we drove past big buildings, people, and trees.

Ivy's words suddenly flashed into my head.

I don't really know much about Chris. I mean, I just met him a month ago and he seemed really nice.

He asked me out and I accepted, but Ivy thinks I did the wrong thing.

Well, you won't really blame me. I don't know a single thing about love or being in a relationship. Mum is too busy to even give such attention to me.

I'm always very lonely and just need someone to show me love and care.

But Chris looks like a really great guy.

I exhaled deeply and shrugged off the thoughts. I'm sure with time, I'll get to know more about him.

*

We finally got to our location and the driver pulled over in front of the white dazzling two-story building. I opened the van and came out with my bag.

"You can go on, Josh. I'll be fine." I told my driver and he nodded and took off.

I adjusted my skirt and went ahead to knock on the gate. I knocked twice before the gate boy opened up for me.

"Hi. I'm here to see Chris." I told him as he stood staring at me.

"Oh! You're Ms. Penelope, right?" He asked and I nodded.

"Please come in. He's been waiting for you." He added and let me in.

I stepped in and ran my eyes around the dazzling house. Nothing's changed.

Well, I've been here before, just once. But the first time I did, the gate boy wasn't there.

Wondering why I'm calling him gate boy?

Well, he's too young to be called a man.

I walked closer to the house and knocked on the door and he opened up immediately, putting on a blue Jean, white sleeves, and a flying jacket.

"Hey!" He called with a smile as his pretty eyes beamed.

I smiled back at him.

"You're here already. Please come in." He smiled and ushered me into the house.

"So, how was school today?" He asked.

"Same as always." I replied as I entered the exquisite living room and sat on a couch, dropping my school bag beside me.

"Oh! That sounds boring." He chuckled and sat beside me, throwing his hand around my shoulder.

"Anyway, thanks for coming."

"Yeah. Are your parents at home?" I asked, looking around.

"Nope. They've gone to work already." He replied.

"Really? Where do they work?" I asked again and he sighed.

What's with the sigh? That's weird.

"That's not important. Don't pester yourself with it. I'll be right back." He rushed his words and stood up, not giving me a chance to say something.

I exhaled lightly and tucked my hair behind my ear. Maybe I should just let it go.

I reached for the TV remote and turned on the flat-screen TV in the room.

Perfect! One of Andrew's music videos was being played.

I folded my hands and rolled my eyes before settling to watch.

Well, I must admit; he's a pretty good dancer and of course, he looks really handsome.

Chris came in not long after with a bottle of red wine and two glass cups and sat beside me again.

"Did you miss me?" He asked as he kept the wine on the small table in front of us and tried opening it.

"You wish." I made a small laugh with an eye roll and he laughed.

He opened the wine and after decanting it into the two glass cups, he handed one to me.

"Thanks!" I told him as I collected the drink from him and took a sip.

Hm. Refreshing.

I took my eyes back to the TV which was still about Andrew and kinda enjoyed the song being played.

"You're also a fan?" Chris asked, pointing to Andrew and I shrugged.

"Kind of, maybe!" I replied and he laughed.

"That's a funny reply, you know? I mean, you aren't sure if you like him or not?" He asked and laughed again.

Well, that's one thing about Chris. He laughs and smiles a lot.

"Well, I do like him but…I don't like to drool on him like the crazy ladies do." I stated and he scoffed.

"Wow! Really? I guess that's my baby girl." He praised and wrapped his hand around my shoulder and I smiled.

"Will you be going to his concert tonight?" I went ahead to ask.

"Huh? No, I'm not a girl." He simply replied.

"And what are you talking about? Girls aren't the only ones who…"

"I know, I just don't wanna go. It's pointless." He cut me off.

"Don't you like him?" I asked.

"Why should I?" He said under his breath and I flinched.

"You don't like him?" I repeated more keenly and he sighed.

"Just forget about it, Penelope. I have no business with him. By the way, how're you coping with your mom?" He asked, trying to change the topic and I shook my head.

I wonder why he's acting that way towards Andrew.

"She's fine." I replied in a low tune and drank from my glass again.

He didn't say anything for a while and I turned and looked at him to be sure he was still with me.

"Penelope," he called and held my right hand.

"There's something I need to tell you."

I dropped my drink on the table and adjusted properly to face him.

"Okay. What is it?" I asked curiously, waiting for an answer.

He also dropped his glass on the table and held my both hands.

"Penelope," he called again, staring into my eyes.

"Don't you think it's time?" He asked and I furrowed my brows in confusion.

What's he talking about?

"Time for what?" I asked, obviously confused and not having a flick about it.

He bent his head and sighed and the next time he lifted his head and kissed me.

Whaaaaat?

My eyes dilated in surprise as I freed my hands from his and pushed him away.

"Chris!" I called as I unlocked from the kiss, my heart beating rapidly.

Why did he do such a thing? I mean, I know he's my boyfriend, but I wasn't ready for a kiss.

I tried standing up, but he held me back and pushed me backward, making me lie on the chair.

Whaaatt???!!

Next, he came on top of me and tried kissing me again.

"Chris, stop it. Let go of me." I said as I struggled with him, but he weighed me down and went for my lips.

Oh, God!

What's he doing?

Chris??!!!