FEGG - G5 - Cece - Chapter 7

 The next morning while I was brushing my teeth, I thought back at the day before. And Goodwin. I felt kind of jealous of that Jenni. But if he had a girlfriend, it was just to forget about him. I would never have to see him again anyway.

But only a few hours later my phone called. It was Goodwin.

 "I never gave you my number.." I said.

"It's not that hard to find." Goodwin answered. "I want to meet you again and apologize for that girl who came and sent you home."

 "About that, I can't meet you again! She visited me last night after that party and was really angry.. and she... she told me about your girlfriend. And it just feels wrong if this tattooed girl are thinking that we're something more than friends, or even friends."

 "Girlfriend? She means Jenni? She's not my girlfriend, she just likes me... And this 'tattooed girl' is Jenni's best friend Amy. She's just... kind of special."

Special? Speaking of special... Seen a mirror?

 I shook my head. "I'm sorry Goodwin, but I don't wanna be involved in some sort of drama."

Then I hung up.

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 About one hour later, a police car parked on my yard.

 What now? I went down the stairs. I hadn't done something? What if that Amy had reported me or something. But for what?

 But it was Goodwin.

 "Are you a cop?" I asked, even if it was obvious. He nodded. "And what are you doing here? I thought I said for one hour ago that I didn't want to meet you."

 "I don't believe that." he said. "I'm sorry if Amy scared you, she can look kind of creepy with all those tattoos and make up, but there's no need to be afraid of her. I want to hang with you, Cece. We can do whatever you want."

"Whatever I want?" I said and Goodwin nodded. "Well, then drive me to the pool!"

Goodwin froze for a second, but he nodded and forced a smile. Didn't he like water or something? He said, whatever I wanted, so poor him then.

 When we arrived at the pool, the first thing I did was to buy a new bikini. I found the same one I borrowed by Jenni, so I bought it. 

 Goodwin also switched to swimming trunks. But he hesitated when he saw the water and looked around.

"Goodwin, are you coming?" I shouted from the water.

 But then he took his shirt, turned around and walked away.

 I climbed out of the pool and looked after him. "Goodwin?" I shouted.

I switched clothes as fast as I could and ran out the gate, but Goodwin was gone. What was that about?

 I took a cab to a resturant and ate lunch. While eating I just got angrier and angrier.

He took me out to the place I wanted to go to, but we didn't even have to be there in 10 minutes before he left?!

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 I don't know how long I sat at that resturant. But when I walked away, it was dark outside, and my eyes were swollen from having cried. I don't really know why I cried, but I guess I felt lonely or something.

Anyway, I didn't feel like going home. For the first time since I moved, that place called 'home' felt lonely.

So I walked to the pub.

 I even met my brother there! Thank godness he drank water. But he went home soon, the clock was already around 10PM.

 And what didn't I see besides Goodwin.

 "Are you following me?" I asked in anger. But I was afriad that the answer should be yes, because in that case, he must have seen me at the resturant.

 "No, I drove home. But then I drove to your place, to apologize. Again."

 "Well, then you actually have been following me?"

"Ehm. Yeah, let's say so."

"You atleast have to explain why you took me to the pool and then just drove off. How would I come home?"

"You're a grown-up, Cece. That's not too hard. But come, let's go somewhere it's quiet."

 We walked to the room next to where the people were.

"I'm sorry, as I said before. I can't explain why."

"You are afraid of water?" I said.

"Rather the sun, but let's say water. That sounds more normal."

 "The sun?" I asked. "Who is afraid of the sun?"

"I am."

"That's just weird."

"I'm weird, then."

 I smiled and looked at him. Even though he was weird, he was really hot. Can you call a man who is white and mysterious hot? Rather cold. White is a cold color, isn't it?

 Speaking of hot, my cheeks started to getting hotter. I closed my eyes to avoid looking at him, and hopefully, he didn't notice my red cheeks in this dark room.

"Why you close your eyes?" he whispered.

I winced and opened my eyes again.

"Eh... I-I don't know.. I'm tired, I think..." I said.

He raised his eyebrows.

"Well, then I won't force you to stay. I'll call a cab to get you home."

I nodded. But I felt disappointed. I didn't feel like going home.