Forgotten Nights With Mr. Compton (Boys of Chicago Series 3)

Chapter 3

I had to go the comfort room because I feel like I needed to calm myself and I can’t do that when Miller is around and when Evan is so happily planning our vacation in front of me.

I washed my hands several times before washing my face.

He’s an asshole, Quessandra. I repeated that sentence inside my head. I shouldn’t be concerned or affected. He dumps girls as a hobby just because he gets enough of them pretty quick. He’s rich and he’s using it to his advantage. He’s rich so he thinks he can do anything he wants.

He’s not worth any attention.

I took a deep breath and dried my face with the paper towel.

My phone beeped again. I sighed and prayed so hard that it’s not that Compton guy. But I was wrong.

I sighed as I looked at my screen where his message is displayed.

Unregistered number:

Where are you?

I clenched my jaw and slid the message to exit it. I didn’t even bother to open it.

I rolled my eyes and took in several deep breaths to calm my thoughts.

He’s not worth any attention, Quessandra.

I repeated that until it seeped inside my system that I, indeed, don’t have to be affected. All the words he just texted and said when we first met…all of them shouldn’t dwell on me too much.

I have Evan and he’s perfect.

I spent at least fifteen minutes in the comfort room trying to convince myself that I am alright and I can do it. I can last sitting a table across him without feeling chills all over my spine when he stares t me blatantly.

I can do this! I did all the peptalk to myself and they all went down the drain the moment I opened the door and saw him on the hallway. He’s looking at the door like he’s been waiting for it to open and now that it finally did, he shifted and stood straight.

I pursed my lips in a thin line as I pretended I wasn’t taken aback and walked straight without even looking at him.

I heard him sigh before I felt him hold my wrist. He pulled me and made me look at him.

My eyes immediately narrowed. “What do you want?” I asked harshly.

He raised his brow, seemingly unfazed by my rudeness. He even tilted his head to the side, feeling even more confident.

I gulped and looked away.

Damn, that sharp jawline!

“Why did you block me?” he asked me.

I bleakly turned to him, not expecting his question. “What?” I asked back.

He clenched his jaw and sighed. “You blocked my other number. Why?”

I narrowed my eyes at him. Is he serious? He texted me just after breaking up with Chesca! Is he that insensitive or is he just plain dumb?

I let out a deep breath. “Seriously? Are you hurt in the head?” I asked sarcastically. “You’re asking me why I blocked you?! You’re impossible!” I started to turn away but he didn’t let go of my wrist. Instead, he pulled me closer to him.

He pursed his lips as his lips were only inches from mine. “I already told you, baby. I want you and I will get you.”

I gritted my teeth. “I have a boyfriend. I love him.” I said in full emphasis.

He smirked and nodded, mocking. “Sure you do…for now.” He smiled evilly. “How sure are you that you’re going to love him still in the future?” he asked in a mischievous voice.

I narrowed my eyes at him, already feeling annoyed and frustrated that he’s insinuating that my love for Evan will not last long.

He must be crazy!

Miller’s brown eyes buried deep in me as he leaned closer and I pressed my lips inward as a defense mechanism. He looked at my lips and chuckled. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not going to kiss you today. But maybe tomorrow…” he leaned closer to my ear. “I can’t wait to own your lips,” he whispered in a husky voice that sent chills all over my system before leaving me in the hallway dumbfounded.

***

Unregistered number:

Eat your lunch. You shouldn’t starve yourself.

I pursed my lips in a thin line as I stared at the food delivery in front of me. It was pasta and pizza, one of the deadliest combinations of food. We’re not even allowed to eat that before competition.

Miss Helenes walked towards me with a raised brow as she nodded at the food in front of me. “Did Evan give you that?” she asked.

I shook my head. She’s hands-on when it comes to our diet so I know that she hates that I have a whole plate of carbs in front of me.

“You can’t eat that,” she said in a prohibitive voice.

I nodded and closed the container. “I’ll give it to the janitor, Miss Helenes,” I told him.

She nodded. “Good.” And then proceeded to the other students.

Marie came to me and frowned at the food in front of me. “Wow!  Carb party?” she asked.

I shook my head. “Somebody delivered the food by mistake,” I lied.

She sighed hard and smelled the food. “Ah, so good!” she said dreamily. “Why would the delivery guy give you this? This is torture!” Her voice was overly dramatic.

I chuckled at her reaction. I took the prepared meal for me and started eating it. I just sighed when the taste of the lettuce sunk in my taste buds. “The pizza would have tasted nice,” I said.

Marie looked at me, frowning. “You bet,” she said as she sadly opened the prepped meal for her too.

We ate in sadness with the pasta and pizza laid in front of us. We can definitely smell it and tortured ourselves even more.

Now, I hate Miller even more.

My phone beeped again.

Unregistered number:

Will you be out early today?

I fought the urge to roll my eyes because Marie is just right in front of me so I typed in a reply instead.

Me:

Stop texting me.

I know he wouldn’t. But I hoped he would.

Unregistered number:

Why would I?

I pursed my lips in a thin line.

Me:

Because I don’t like you.

I don’t care how rude it was. I just needed him to stop because as much as it is wrong, it is already annoying.

Unregistered number:

I don’t like you, too.

I narrowed my eyes at the message. What the hell?

I was about to type in a reply when another text came.

Unregistered number:

I want you. And I always get what I want.

I gritted my teeth.

Me:

I’m not a ‘what’.

If I can’t convince him, then maybe I can annoy him, too.

Unregistered number:

Hmmm…yes. You’re a 100.

What? I stared at the text, confused at what it meant

“Hey, are you done?” Marie’s voice put me back from my deep thoughts.

I looked at her and nodded. I kept my phone back in my bag. “Let’s go…” I told her as we both went back and continued to practice.

***

I didn’t check my phone again because I had no time. I focused on polishing the choreography I made as the competition is just around the courner.

Miss Helenes seemed very impressed after because she applauded after watching my practice performance.

“Very good, Quessandra!” she beamed at me with a huge smile. “It’s almost flawless…” she commented.

I smiled, contented at what she said. “Thank you, Miss Helenes.”

She smiled genuinely and nodded as she started to discuss the routines I have to enhance and the routines I have to perform well because they are the crucial points of the dance.

When we were done talking about my routine, I was already dismissed.

I immediately went and took a shower so I could go home. I want to sleep. I want to rest because I can’t dance well when I’m fatigued.

And I don’t want that to happen.

“Are you coming?” Marie asked and I immediately shook my head. I want to sleep.

I just wanna rest.

She pursed her lips. “No need to unwind?” she asked.

I laughed and shook my head. I remember the last time I came. I met Miller and complicated my whole life. I don’t want another moment like that so I’m just going to go home and exclude myself from the party.

Marie sighed and nodded, couldn’t do anything. “Fine. But we’re going to party after the competition!” she beamed.

I laughed and nodded. “Sure!”

“I’ll look forward to that!” she said in a hopeful voice.

I nodded at her before preparing all my things to leave. I also texted Evan that the day has ended when a text came in.

Unregistered number:

Are you done?

I sighed.

Me:

Stop it.

I pursed my lips on my reply. He must really stop because he can’t do anything to change the way I’m feeling towards him. He’s a womanizer and an asshole—a very deadly combination.

Miller didn’t reply after that so it made me feel better. I felt like I won and I was so proud about it even though I don’t say it. I was so energetic when I was saying goodbye to the people in the dance studio. I even waved at the guard.

I was so happy…

…until I saw a familiar person waiting on the parking lot.

Miller Compton is leaning on a shiny black Ferrari while typing something on his phone. His focus is only the phone while he typed vigorously.

I almost jumped when I felt my phone vibrating.

Unregistered number:

I’m outside. I’m driving you home.

My jaw almost dropped. What?!

I looked at him again and saw that he’s only looking at his phone. He looked like he’s anticipating something.

I sighed.

Me:

I can go home alone.

I started to walk away and prayed that he won’t see me because I know that he’s going to come after me if he sees me now.

Unregistered number:

But you can go home safer if I drive you home.

I mentally rolled my eyes as I successfully left the studio premises without him noticing me. Alright! I made it!

Me:

No need.

I immediately walked towards the bus stop. “Like a ninja,” I whispered to myself as I waited for a bus.

I sat on the bench as my phone beeped again.

Unregistered number:

You’ll need it soon. You’ll see.

I sighed and rolled my eyes.

Me:

NO.

I rolled my eyes in a frustration when my phone rang. I answered it quickly without even looking at the caller ID.

“Can you please stop calling me? You f*****g ass—”

“Babe?” Evan’s voice seemed worried. My eyes widened when I realized what just happened.

“Evan?” I asked the obvious like a stupid person.

“Is someone bothering you?” he asked in a serious voice as I heard some background noises. “Where are you?”

I bit my lip and mentally scolded myself for my stupidity. “Huh? No! I just received a few wrong dialed calls…” I explained—lied. “I’m waiting for the bus. I’m on my way home.”

I heard him sigh. “Okay,” he said defeated. “I wish I was there to drive you home.”

I bit my lip and chuckled. “It’s fine, babe. I can manage,” I assured him when I suddenly saw a familiar car coming.

Shit!

Panic rose in me as I saw Miller Compton parking his f*****g Ferrari right in front of me. He slid the window down and looked at me with narrowed eyes.

“Uhhh…I need to go, babe,” I told Evan.

“The bus is there?” he asked innocently.

I nodded. “Uhhh, yeah! The bus is here!” I lied again. “Bye! I’ll call you when I get home.”

“Okay,” Evan said and then hung up the phone.

I pursed my lips in a thin line as I watched Miller get out of his car, walking towards my direction.

How the f**k did he know that I am here?! Damn it!

“You didn’t tell me you already left,” he said in a serious tone.

I rolled my eyes. “Why are you here?” I stepped back because I want distance between us to be at least a meter.

He c****d his head to the side when he saw me moving away from him. And with only a step, he’s gotten extremely close that my face is already inches only from his chest.

“I already told you. I’m driving you home.”

I looked at him sharply. ”Can you stop!?” I said, now getting angry. “I already told you I don’t like you! Stop it and leave me alone!”

His eyes widened and he looked taken aback. “Ques—”

I gritted my teeth. “I have a boyfriend that I love and even though I don’t have one, I won’t like someone as ruthless and as useless as you are,” I said as I saw a bus stopping.

I pushed Miller who was stoned and flabbergasted and walked inside the bus.

I sighed and smiled widely, mentally cheering for myself.

I win.