CHAPTER 5

Makaila's POV

I woke up with a very bad headache, still oblivious about my surrounding. My body still hurt but not as bad as before. Trying to remember what happened, I looked around and widened my eyes when I noticed that I wasn't in my room. I knew that because my room wasn't this big.

I was on a king sized bed and it was incredibly soft, unlike my small brick like bed at home. I noticed my sprained ankle was in a bandage and a plaster on my fore head. I got down from the bed and opened the door, looking around for someone who would explain where I was and what I was doing here exactly. The house was big, that's for sure and everything looked so luxurious and well furnished.

Maybe I had finally died and gone to Heaven. I chuckled at the thought

I saw a stair case and began to descend it, minding my step. When I got to the foot of the stairs, I looked up and meet the greatest shock of my life.

Christian Hales is seated on the luxurious couch watching TV.

I moved my hand to pinch myself,  just to be sure I wasn't dreaming but my hand swerved a bit, mistakenly knocking a flower vase over. I watched as it fell to the floor and shattered into pieces. That definitely caught Christian's attention.

"Oh! You are awake." He smiled, totally ignoring the fact that I just broke one of his vases. I didn't respond, my mind in turmoil as questions kept running through it.

What am I doing here? In Christian Hales' home?

What if the vase was priceless and I have to pay for it?

I have no money!

I shuddered at that thought and before I could think any further, his voice sliced through my mind.

"Okay...are you just going to stand there all day, staring at me?"

"What the hell am I doing here?!" I screamed at him but regretted it as I felt a wave of pain hit my head. I winced at that.

"Well...you kinda almost fainted on your way home." He replied, walking towards me and I watched him, wanting a more detailed explanation. On cue, he continued.

"Lucky for you, I got there just in time. I wanted to take you to the hospital but for some reasons, you said I shouldn't and I had to bring you here and call my doctor to threat you." He explained and my eyes widened slightly in realization.

Wait...did he just say he helped me?

Christian helped me?

Who would have thought, when he hangs out with jerks and bitches? For God's, sake his girl friend is a major bitch.

But still he helped me.

"Oh..." I muttered, not knowing what else to say. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"A 'thank you' would be nice, you know." He smirked. I rolled my eyes. Well, he does deserve it.

"Thank you." I looked around and saw my bag and sweater on the chair. I walked over and picked it up.

"What are you doing?" I heard him ask. I looked over my shoulder at him.

"I'm going home. I think, I am well enough to do so." I replied.

"You can't go home at this time. Its already late." Christian said and I swear I could detect concern in his voice. Was he concerned for me?

No...

Maybe he was just thinking about himself. Maybe if something happens to me, he would be held responsible for it. It had to be that kind of concern.

"I think I am capable of taking care of myself." I gave him a sarcastic smile and started walking towards the door but he stopped him.

"No. You are not going anywhere. You could get hurt or something." He said. I looked at him and sighed.

Truly the last place I would rather go to is home, with a drunk ass father who will beat the shit out of me. But, the last person I wanted to admit that to was Christian. He will sure tell the others and I will be humiliated in school.

"I'm going." I told him.

"Come on. Besides the doctor said you need a lot of rest and you haven't even eaten. Your food got thrown away during lunch." Christian said but then it clicked to him what he said, reminding me of how horrible lunch was.

"Gee, thanks for the reminder." I rolled my eyes again.

"I'm sorry. That wasn't on purpose. Please stay. Right now, I'm responsible for you." He smirked.

"Yes Mum." I replied sarcastically. He chuckled as he heard that and led to the dinning table. A plate of Spaghetti with beef sauce was waiting for me. My tummy grumbled in anticipation because I haven't had a good meal in a very long while. I devoured the whole plate and even asked for more. Christian didn't seem to mind.

Christian's POV

I watched her as she devoured the third plate of spaghetti and meat sauce. I have never seen a girl eat the way she did and surprisingly, I found it really adorable. I brought out a bottle of water from the fridge and handed it over to her. She murmured a thank you as she was really keen on finishing her food. My phone rang and I checked the caller. It's Nigel so I pick it up.

"Hey bro." I sat down.

"Hey Chris. How is she?" Nigel asked. I frowned at that. He calls for the first time in ages and the first thing he asks is how Makaila is?

What's his deal with her anyway? Did they know each other?

"She's better." I simply replied. I heard him heave a sigh of relief. From the corner of my eyes I saw Makaila had stopped eating to look at me.

"I am coming over to your house, tomorrow." He told me.

"Why? You hardly come over to my house." I stated.

"I am coming to see her." Nigel replied and I roll my eyes in annoyance.

"She might have been gone by the time you get here. You don't have to bother." I say quickly.

"Don't worry, I will come early. Tell her a friend is coming over to see her." Nigel simply said and hung up. I stared at my phone like someone had puked on it.

"Who was that?" I heard Makaila ask.

"My cousin, Nigel. You might not know him. He isn't all that popular." I said, trying to discourage her.

"You mean Nigel Santos, the music major." She said. My head shot up.

"You know him?" I asked.

"Yeah. We have music classes together. He is one of the people that try not to kill me. We rarely talk but he seems nice. So he wants to see me?" She gave a small smile.

"Yes. He will be here tomorrow." I said, still dazed that she knew Nigel.

"Well, now staying over is not such a bad idea." She said. I rolled my eyes. Why was I even feeling this way? She is no one to me.