You Make Me Perfect

7. Going to the mansion.

I was staring at the dress, totally shocked.

Then I searched for any cards, but there were none. Not even my name was written on the parcel.

How has this happened? Who sent me the dress? Obviously, not that mean b***h. Then who?

It must be Chris! It was only him who was nearby. But he left the shop before this incident happened, then how he knows my desire to have this dress... Maybe he came back after I started that argument with that girl. Then he used his charm, or he used his usual bully techniques to get the dress from that girl and sent it to me before even I come home. Yeah, that must be what has happened.

For a moment, my innocent heart filled with joy... He cares about me a lot, though he tried to pretend like he didn't even see me. This is the first time a boy did something so sweet like this for me. After all, he has a romantic heart behind his rough personality, right?

However, my happiness remained only for a few minutes. My brain started to process this, giving my stupid heart a rest.

He just ignored me last night at the balcony. Today also, he made me look like a fool, calling him in front of all those people, and he left without even glancing at me. Then here he is sending gifts... That is totally ridiculous! Who asked him to get this for me. If he doesn't want to talk with me, I don't want his gifts as well...

He always tries to force things to me. One day he forced me to get on to his car. Then he tried to make me come with him in that late at night. Now he bought me a dress and delivered it to my house without my consent!

Though I love this dress so much, I don't want him to do something like this. I would gladly accept it if at least he had the courtesy of smiling at me when he saw me!

I really wanted to throw the dress on his face and yell at him. But how can I do that? How am I going to meet him to throw this in his face? Today is just Saturday, if I am going to meet him at the campus, I have to wait for two days more, that is too far... I just want to do this right now. Also, who knows if he will come to campus on Monday or not. He is so unpredictable.

Walking here and there in my room, I was thinking about what I should do.

I think I have only one option if I want to meet him now. That is going to his mansion and meet him!

God! How can I do that? Though they are our neighbors, we have never been to their house. Most of the other neighbors came to our home, bearing some welcome gifts, but no one came from his house. Other than the maids and other workers, Chris is the only one I have seen at his home. I don't know where his parents are, and don't he has any siblings?

How can I go to a total mystery house like that? Also, how I know if he is at home now?

Well... I won't be able to do anything else if I don't talk to him right now. So, setting all the negative thoughts back, I went out.

I quickly walked to the big gate in front of his house and rang the bell... In a second, a security person appeared.

"Is Chris home?" I asked.

"Yes... May I know who is this ma'am?" he asked politely.

Well...What should I tell now? I can't say it is Emma, Chris doesn't even know my name...

"Please tell him it is the girl next door..." I said since I couldn't think of anything else.

"Okay, ma'am, please wait..." he said.

I stayed there for like 5 minutes... What is that security doing? Why is it taking this long? Why can't they take me into their garden, at least?

"Please come in, ma'am...Sorry for the late..." finally, the security person came and opened the gate for me.

He took me into a living room in the mansion.

My parents are also from wealthy families, so I have grown up with all the luxuries. But I have never been to a house like Chris's. It is actually like a palace... I couldn't even imagine how rich they are to have a house like this. The house was built according to a unique architecture. The interior design was also out of the world.

I spent a few minutes more appreciating the beauty of his house... He didn't come yet... What the fu** is this? Why he takes so long to come? Is he taking a shower? Or is he deliberately make me wait?

Chris, you are making me angrier.

After like ten minutes, he came... He was still wearing the same outfit he had at the mall. That means he was not in the shower as well. He surely made me wait! You a**hole!

"Why are you here?" he asked, walking towards me.

How indifferently he asked that? Like he can't even think about the reason I came here at least looking at the stupid box in my hand. By now, I was all fired up and even ready to hit him. He thinks so highly of himself. Somone should teach him a good lesson.

"I came here to tell you, I don't want this." without a second thought, I threw the box in his direction.

I think he didn't expect me to throw it at him like that, so he got startled and tried to dodge it.

My ability to aiming is totally a disaster... However, this time, I managed to hit his broad chest with the box.

The box fell down, and he looked at me with wide eyes, rubbing his chest...

Then he quickly lifted the box up and asked, "What the fu** is this?" he looked angry, but I didn't give a sh*t.

"Really, Chris, you don't know what is this? Open and see if you can recognize at least then." I said, angrily.

Without saying anything, he opened the box and took the dress out... He was staring at the dress with a confused look in his eyes...

"What is this?" he then asked.

Wow! You are one hell of an actor, Chris. You deserve an Oscar!

"Why you sent me this?" I directly asked. I have no time to waste. I didn't even tell mom that I am going out. I have left my phone at home, so she might get worried. Also, I had no intention of staying more in his fuc*ing mansion.

"What!" he exclaimed.

"I asked why you sent this to me, Though I even fought with that girl to get this dress, I didn't want you to get it for me," I said.

"What! You got into a fight to get this dress?" he started to laugh.

"I thought you are an innocent girl, but it seems like you are not innocent at all. You came to a guy's house who you barely know and threw a box at him. Also, you had got into a fight because of a dress..." he said. He seemed to be really enjoying humiliating me...

"I want to know when you are totally ignoring me, why you want to send a gift," I asked, avoiding his wicked laugh.

"I didn't send this to your house," he said calmly.

"Really... Don't lie, Chris. You are the only one who was there at the shop and who knows me. You just left the shop when I was coming after you. But you came back and saw I was having an argument with that girl. After I leave, you convince that girl to give you the dress and deliver it to my house." I said.

He stared at me for a few seconds and started to laugh again.

"Wow! You must become a writer, not anyone else. You can just fabricate an incident pretty well...But sorry to tell, other than the first part, the rest of the incident is not true." he said casually and pull out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one... His action made me totally shocked and sickening. I hate when people smoke around me because the smell always gives me headaches and nausea.

"Don't smoke while we are at a conversation, Chris, don't you have any decency?" I yelled.

"This is my house. Here I do anything I like. Also, we are not having a conversation. You came to my house, and you are just accusing me of something I don't even know. For the last time, I am telling you I didn't get you this fu**ing dress!" he screamed, showing the dress in front of my face...

"Also, I think you already know I have no decency, isn't that the reason you refused to come with me last night?" he yelled, looking right into my eyes... He was so close to me, and the smoke came out from his cigarette made me want to vomit right there...

My eyes started to fill with tears... No one has ever talked to me like this, or treat me like this...

Go to hell, Chirs!

Without saying anything, I started to walk towards the door...

"Hey..." when he said, I turned to look at him.

"I didn't buy you this sh*t, so take it with you!" he shouted, throwing the dress back at me...

I couldn't stop breaking into tears... He is a monster! A true monster! I am so damn stupid to come here or at least to think about him!

I just ran out of his house. I didn't stop until I reach the gate. He didn't even try to stop me...

After coming home, I directly went to my room and shut the door. I cried cuddling to my pillow...

He just lied to my face...Also, he was so rude! No decent guy would act like that in front of a girl.

Why am I making myself a fool in front of him? I am not a naive high school girl to go behind a hot bad boy and make my heart hurt. I am mature than that. I should never let a guy like him make me this vulnerable.

I heard my phone rang, indicating receiving a message. 2 new texts and both of them were from Jeff...

I was not in a mood to read them, so just putting my phone aside, I hid my face in the pillow.

I think I fell into sleep like that...

When I woke up, the whole room was pretty dark... I have slept for a few hours...

After crying so much, I looked like a total mess. So, I couldn't go out like that and make my poor mom worry. I went to the bathroom and took a hot water bath. By then, my anger towards Chris has faded away, what remained was just a disappointment and a curiosity... Why he tired that much and get the dress I love and deliver it to my home if he wants to refuse about doing that?

When I go down to the living area, after taking the bath, Bartha, the same maid who gave me the parcel earlier came to me holding another parcel.

"What is this?" I asked.

"A maid came from that big house next to ours and gave this. She said you have left something yours there... " when she said, my heart again started to ache...

If he wanted to give it back to me, why couldn't he just come here and give it? Did I send a maid to his mansion to return it?

I just took the parcel from Bartha and turned to walk back to my room. I had no mood to stay in the living room.

Right then my phone rang, and the call was from Jeff...

I remembered the unread texts from him. So I quickly answered the call.

"Em, where are you?" he asked worriedly.

"At home, why?" I asked.

"Didn't you receive what I sent you?" he then asked.

What he sent me... Ah! Those texts!

"Sorry, Jeff, couldn't read your texts, I was a bit busy..." I said apologetically.

"Texts! I am not asking about those, Em... I am asking about that beautiful blue dress you wanted so much! " he said, making me even forget to breathe.