[Day 5, A.M.]

David's POV || Flowers and Chocos

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I woke up with a bright ray on my face. I tried moving my body sideways to get more sleep when suddenly my back was somehow pricked by a needle. In short, it ached.

"Ow..." I lowly groaned as I refrain from moving further. I glanced at my old wall clock seeing that it is already 9 in the morning. Actually, this my habit time when I woke up but once I started living with Smith, everything changed. It's because I have to prepare his breakfast and many things before indulging to his own business where dealing and signing papers at his room.

Now that I am away from him, I missed it.

What the heck David?! Did you say miss, moron?

I slapped myself and laughed bitterly at the sudden thought. There's NO way I will miss that asshole, nothing but do to order, boss, show off and be an arrogant at me. I was truthfully referring to the soft bed he got.

Yeah, it's his soft mattress that I miss to sleep on. Not himself.

I groaned again at sit up, properly facing the wall infront of me. Closing my eyes, I think what should I do today now that Smith won't bother going on my way. A thought of going to school won't be a promising idea-- because what if the students gathers around and interview me like some paparazzi? I hate that attention. And also, what if Smith searched me there? Then double the awkwardness and drama.

I can say that Smith didn't knew this place, where I and my grandma lives. When the Wilson family fetched me here the first day where I started the thirty one days being a husband, it's just a bodyguards and one driver knows this place. But still, I don't know if the address were written on the agreement paper. I hope not though.

I tucked out my phone under my pillow. I swear I should stop this routine where I always put my phone under the pillow, I could die from radiation. Opening the contacts center, I dialed Cameron's number.

Ring~

"The number you dialed is currently busy. Just leave a text."

I frowned, realizing that it was still school days, so probably Cameron is busy with his third period-- which is physical class. Gosh, I hate that period.

I remembered one time where I am in a physical gym, we played dodgeball and I was like; 'For the fucking sake, it's a school and not a playground.' Then a jock who used to tease and prank me, hit me squarely on the face. Like literally that my left canine shoot out of my mouth. Man, that was the embarrassing time and will be the last time I will play dodgeball.

His name is Francisco Gil, the campus' well-known jock who used to do things that really makes my day, such as shoving into lockers, farting over my recess food, writing notes behind my back, tying my backpack straps, tripping me on the stairs, and calling me fag over and over again. Well, I didn't got triggered by that word 'faggot' because speaking of the devil, he is too!

Weird right? Haha.

Well actually, he confessed me that he was falling head-over-heels at me. He treated me to suffer from his own likings just because he can't show affection-- probably confused at his own sexuality or whatever.

"I can't belive I fell for a guy like you!" I remembered that moment when he shouted angrily at me. But to his oblivion, he made it obviously that he is concerned at me. "Look what you did to me! A jock who uses to steal panties from ladies is now stalking a guy now. I hate you."

I didn't respond at that, much to utter shockness. And like really?! This kind of situation only happens in romance books, not in real life.

Francisco released my collar as he pushed me away roughly-- his eyes though, holding a cringe at what he just done when I fell flatly on the floor.

"Get away from me." He angrily averted away, pointing at the gym's exit door. We're alone so, I cannot worry. "Before I do something bad for the both of us."

Fazed, I abruptly stood up, forgetting the pain on my elbow as I head straightly to the door, not looking back at him. After that incident, he started to avoid me but quite couldn't help to look at me.

It's time to forget that. It's already been a year after that happened. Grandma knocked on my door.

"David, you got a delivery. Hurry up, the man is waiting outside."

My chest suddenly bumped by my heart's thump. Then I followed it by a wild shake to mumble that it couldn't be Smith outside.

Wait, did he find out my address?

As much as I want to find out, I can't. My hands are trembling at the anxiousness rushing all over my body. Since I don't want to be somehow rude, I set my feet on the floor and dashed through the door.

Taking deep breaths, I muster all the courage I can do to know who's opposite the door.

It creaked loudly. With my eyes closed, I open them closely but surely, revealing that it was just a regular delivery man with a bouquet of flowers and box of expensive chocolates. I raised an eyebrow at that.

"Um, are you David Williams?" The man in front of me asked and I nodded. "Great! Someone delivered this to you. Have a good day!"

It took me a few moments to register what he just said. A flowers and chocolates for me? I didn't know that the delivery man is already walking away. I shouted to catch his attention.

"Where did this came from?"

He shrugged and smiled. "I don't know. I'm sorry." With that, he left me dumbfounded and curious.

I looked intently at the neat grouped of flowers. There are sunflowers and red roses together, not to mention, they smelled so fresh. Then the chocolate, all of them have different various of shapes; diamonds, circles, and hearts. But mostly are heart-shaped. Really bothered about it, I yelled 'I'm leaving' loud enough to hear wherever my grandma is and ran outside.