Taming the bad bully

Chapter 9 

[His an asshole]

Written by: Blessing D writes.

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       Nora's POV 

Kiss me? I thought still staring at him.

"Be fast, stop staring" he hushed and I turned back to hit a glass cup of water on the sink. It's wasn't intentional.

I tried catching the cup but no, it's fell and the water in it spilled.

I quickly made to bend down and get the now broken glass cup up but seems luck isn't on my side. I slid and fell on the floor hitting one knee hard and getting scratched by the broken piece of glass on my right little finger.

"Ouch!" I winched loudly as the pains hit at me.

"Hey, are you okay?" I heard Scott ask as he started approaching me.

Why didn't he help me since? I wondered getting angry at him and as if he read my mind he replied to that question.

"I was already leaving, didn't know you were gonna act so clumsy, here get up" he helped me up and then took me out to the sitting room. 

He sat me down on the couch.

"Stay there, don't move" he instructed and left.

Where is he going? I thought and stared at my bleeding finger and my red swollen knee which was also bleeding slightly.

He came back with the first aid after a few minutes. Then he shifted the sitting room glass table to my side.

He sat on it and faced me then he took my leg and placed it on his laps.

My heart skipped a beat as he did that and I tried resisting.

"I..I..can do it" I stuttered pulling my leg away from his laps.

He held unto my legs firmly and adjusted it to the position he wanted to place it. Next he opened the first aid box.

He brought out spirit and cotton wool, he soaked the cotton wool into the spirit, brought it to the injured area and used the cotton wool to clean the surface of the injured area.

I winched in pain and tried pulling my leg away his but he raised his eyes up and glared dangerously at me which made me stay calm. 

He continued with it, then he brought out a plaster and plastered the injured area.

He brought my leg down afterwards and asked for my hand.

I reluctantly placed my hand on his and immediately I felt something like a spark,like an electric shock on my hand.

My eyes dilated in shock as I stared at him intensely.

What was that? Did I just feel a spark when our hands touched? 

My heart pounded as I thought of it. He didn't seems to notice the shock on my face as he kept doing the same thing he did to my knee to my little finger.

First, he cleaned it, then second applied plaster on it.

He gave my hand back to me and stood up. Then he carried the first aid box away.

I never thought he could be this nice and caring, the school bully.

Geez, it's such a surprise. But why is he acting so nice all of a sudden?  

It's kind of weird if you think about it. This is not Scott or does he want to punish me later? I wondered.

He appeared back after leaving for a long while and I dragged my feet down about to stand up.

"What are you doing?" He questioned, having a straight face on.

"I..I'm gonna continue cooking, who is gonna cook for you if I don't?" I responded and asked.

"Don't bother, I'll do it myself, just get some rest" he cooed and took his hand to his hair and ruffled it.

"Huh! You'll do it?" I shrieked unable to contain the shock I felt just now.

He didn't say anything but instead walked into the kitchen.

I sat down back on the couch in deep thoughts.

Can he cook? Like seriously? If he can then why does he need me to cook for him? Why is he eating my tasteless food? I thought seriously.

Well, let's see if he can really cook. I'm not sure he can tho. A bully? Funny. 

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Minutes later he came out with a tray of food, two covered plates were placed on it and he carried it all the way to the dinning. He kept it and returned for water.

I kept staring at him as he moved back and froth still wondering if he really cooked. 

"Come on, come on to the dinning,let's eat" he beckoned and I hasitly stood up on my feet in curiously.  

I sat down across him in the dinning and he gave me a go ahead to open the dish in front of me.

I gulped hard and opened the dish and my eyes widened in real shock. 

Chicken Alfredo pasta. The auroma filled my nose. 

I looked up at him and he had a smirk on. He must be feeling himself. 

Geez. Did you order this? I almost asked him but restricted myself.

He never came out from the kitchen. I didn't hear the doorbell ring or anything so that means, that only means he cooked this meal himself.

I picked up my fork with shaky hands. He was already eating slowly.

The pains from my hurt finger couldn't let me hold the fork real well but I did anyways. I managed.

I took a bite from the pasta and oh my! It's was damn delicious. 

I raised my eyes up to stare at him again and he didn't spare me a glance but concentrated on his own plate of pasta.

I started eating again and this time I didn't stop for anything. I know professional cooks are the ones we have at home. They are the ones that usually cook our meal but I must admit.

This meal tastes so different from what I used to have, so different and so so delicious.

How and where did he learn it from? How come someone like him can cook?

No wonder he called my food tasteless, now I've realized it. I think my meal is really tasteless compared to what he cooks.

He is so good at it and he didn't even waste time preparing it. I'm so so embarrassed right now.

As a guy that cooks this well, I wonder what he is gonna think of me that just started learning how to cook so recently.

I'm so embarrassed of myself.

I didn't even no when I finished the whole plate of pasta and the chicken with it and almost asked him for another plate. But that will he abnormal of me to ask for another plate.

It's just won't be right tho I'm tempted.

"You okay?" He cut into my thoughts.

"I'm okay" I replied and my cheeks flushed. I don't no why tho, maybe because I'm happy that he is suddenly concerned of me.   

I made to stand up and clear the dishes but before I could do that, he already did. He cleared the dishes leaving me in shock.

He is just suprising me today. He returned to the dinning and cleaned the table. I kept staring at him.

A lot of questions threatened to spill from my mouth. Questions like; are you okay Scott? Why are you suddenly acting nice? Or do you have something going on up there? I wanted to ask but stopped myself.

"Stop staring at me and get up. Get up let me take you home" he cooed.

TBC