ALL Chapters & Episodes of Not My Type Of Guy by efeoghene002 - Page 4

All Chapters of Not My Type Of Guy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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I try to think of something to say, but my mind comes up blank. Everything is just a mixture of jumbled up words in my head that if I were to say it aloud, it wouldn't sound English. "Does Jane have an imaginary friend? She says she can't sleep without Mr. Lulu." Noah's footsteps thunders down the stairs as he stops on his tracks, pausing to notice the room's awkward atmosphere. "Did someone die?"It feels like I'm riding a roller coaster. All twists and turns with uphill climbs that sends me plummeting to the bottom at dizzying speeds. I can't even begin to imagine the sort of childhood he must have had.I don't want to make any assumptions yet. Though it's tempting to do so. With a frown, Noah raises his gaze above our heads to the picture on the wall. I see his eyes darken, his jaw ticks. "We talked about this." He slowly grits out through clenched teeth, shooting Miss Renee a deadly glare. "She needed to know!"

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"The bedroom's that way," Noah points upstairs and joins Miss Renee in the kitchen.Taking the will power in me not to eavesdrop on their conversation, I head towards the stairs and mount them two by two. At the top, I hit a switch. A stream of slightly yellow illumination cast shadows on the walls. The three bedroom doors yawns wide-open. One door is painted pink with a paper sign glued to it that reads: JANE'S TERRITORY. STAY OUT. How friendly. I slip into the last room I'm guessing is Noah's, hugging the shadows while my gaze roves the space before slapping the wall switch. The large room is a hedonistic delight to the eyes. I survey the room, taking in the small details as I do so. It seems like it's been years since someone had stayed in the room, yet it's so fully decorated and warm. I stride into the bathroom next. The tub sprawls on a raised dais, twice as wide and half again as long and deep as a normal tub. Jets a

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"You led him on, and then you pushed him away? How monstrous can you get?""I... I didn't exactly lead anything on. We were kissing this second, and the next...""There's a difference." I stare at Lacey in bewilderment. She's making this whole thing confusing for me. "What do you mean there's a difference?" I ask, shuddering as she digs her hands up to her elbows inside a cow. We're currently in the hotel's barn I didn't even know existed till today. The woman in charge of the barn took a leave before one of the cows went into labor. No one had the courage to drag out a newborn calf from a huge cow which may or may not be taller than I am. Lacey was the last person I thought would take up the job. Turns out she has a little cowgirl in her. Never thought I'd see her in ugly brown boots that are covered in dirt and mud. "There's a difference between 'kissing' and 'making out' alright? Just like how there's a difference

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It's a gentle kiss, lips slightly parted. His lips meld into mine and I'm awed by the way they feel. They're soft, but firm- and it follows the trace of my own lips, like he's tracing them, mapping them out. Kissing Cory is warm and simple, unlike Noah's possessive and demanding one that steals the breath from my lungs. Holy shit. I can't believe what's going on. I'm kissing Cory. I'm kissing Cory. I'm... wait. What the fuck. I'm kissing Cory! Suddenly, an image of Noah flashes through my mind in a blur, startling me for a moment that I pull away from him so fast I almost trip and fall. Before I can do that, Cory circles his arms around me and catches me before I can stumble. We stare at each other, breathing heavily as I try to figure what the hell that was about.I should be happy Cory kissed me, it's what I've always dreamt of. Then why did I see Noah's face when he kissed me?

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TWO YEARS AGO.Simone thought I'd gone insane in the head. Sometimes I felt like I had. "Clarke's three years older than you. Don't be stupid. He's in College, you're a junior in high school," she sighed heavily. "Be reasonable." She kind of flipped when I told her about my new relationship with Lakeview's high former golden boy, Clarke Sherri. I thought she was just being jealous I got a boyfriend and she didn't. "Age doesn't matter when two people are in love." Was my only valid excuse. She looked like she was tired of hearing that. "You should try it sometime, falling in love." "I can't even fall asleep. Look..." she was interrupted by some group of students in the cafeteria who repeatedly banged on their table to the tune of a song while singing. "HEY! No singing in the cafeteria. This isn't high school musical or some shit." They all stopped at once. Almost everyone felt intimidated by her height. I also wa

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If I knew it was going to hurt this much, I wish I never laid my eyes on him.I see Noah's nostrils flare, and his eyes go a deeper shade of red than his usual blue-grey. All he needs are fangs to complete the look and bite my head off my neck.I've never seen him this angered, and I've never cried so much that my throat feels sore."You let him go to jail for something he didn't do—" He trails off, and a weird strangled sound comes from the back of his throat. "Do you have the slightest idea how much guilt I felt when I thought my brother went to jail because of me? All the months of being a family pariah..." He pauses, as if trying to get his emotions back in check.My hands are shaking as they try to pull the hairs out of my head. It feels like I'm drowning underwater, with air being knocked out of my aching lungs. "I always wondered what happened that day, but he'd never tell me the full story.""I... I was scared—" I f

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Consciousness comes slowly, by long, painfully disjointed degrees. Throughout the overly prolonged process, I feel strangely lightheaded, almost disembodied, as if I'm floating through space without having my body weigh me down. Is this what death feels like? I'm I dead? I don't think so, but the last thing I remember was bleeding. Bleeding a lot and feeling weaker and weaker. After that, everything was blank. Is heaven blank? Struggling, I try to push my eyelids up so that I can look around and find out where I am. But I feel as if my eyelids has been glued down. Not only that, but someone had put anvils on each of them for good measure. Otherwise, why couldn't I raise them at will? I become determined to open my eyes. Something tells that me if I don't open them, I'm going to fade away until there's nothing left of me but dust. Dust that would be blown off to another universe.&n

Chapter 38.

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It's August twenty-one. A.K.A My sister's birthday. A.K.A two days before the hotel's thirtieth anniversary. A.K.A six days since I last saw Noah.I wake up a little after nine a.m on Thursday and prepare myself for the day ahead. I decide to go for a run this morning, wanting my thoughts to myself and not Lacey's relentless ranting. After six miles, I head upstairs to shower and get dressed to join the chefs in the kitchen for the preparations on the party. We had a week's break from our assigned works, but everyone is back to their duties since we've got the anniversary to prepare for. Staffs are allowed into the party this time. No need for sneaking in. I slip on an apron and whip up the cream cheese icing for the cake. I curse myself for thinking of Noah at the sight of them and whip faster. It makes me remember when we tried to bake a cake and failed drastically at it.I suddenly have a craving for

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I awake groggily to the sound of my cellphone. It's been ringing for awhile, and I've been ignoring it for awhile. The sound however, manages to sweep through my REM activity and become part of my dream soundtrack, forcing me to wake up. I look up for the clock. It's ten in the morning. The room's tidied up from the mess we made of it last night. Lacey and Simone are nowhere to be found, and the Llama's still by my bedside, staring at me like it needs more underwear's.The phone rings again. As I take it, I make a mental note to change the alarm into some meditation music next time. "Hello?""Allie," The voice on the other end is Lacey. "The event is about to start. Get your ass down here." "What?" I rub my temples to hold off the painful headache from the hangover."Anniversary. Party. Today. Ring a bell?" Lacey usually has a nice voice, but when you have just literally been woken up two minutes ago, even the most beautifu

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"Allie and Noah sitting on a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Lacey dodges a pillow I aim at her face. "First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in the baby carriage." "I have never been this humiliated in my entire life.""Come on, it was romantic," Lacey says dreamily and bats her lashes. "Define Romantic.""I bet he was swept off his feet."I dramatically fling myself on the bed and spread out my limbs. "My life is over."Let's get one thing very clear, especially now that a certain plague with the name Noah Gallagher is now fast spreading through my life like the Coronavirus. Even though I'm the kind of girl who likes to blend into the crowd and attract attention, I like my privacy sometimes. Most of the time. The purpose of this brief explanation is to highlight how frustrating it is to be constantly watched. Eyes follow me everywhere I go after my drunken confession was broadcasted to the world. Ok not the world, just hu

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