Nobody to Somebody

Chapter 17

I had been a day since that traumatic experience, and I've been having nightmares ever since, but I don't let it get to me. I have not seen Matteo since we'll yesterday after we kissed. I guess he had some work to do.

I kept thinking about who would want me dead and if it's someone I know. It must be cause I don't know a lot of people and I don't let a lot of people in. Someone gently knocked, and I called out for them to come in.

It was Matteo with breakfast in a tray, and I raised a questionable eyebrow. Matteo? Bringing me breakfast, there's probably a catch. The meal did look delicious, though. It was chocolate chip pancakes with fruits at the side. It is the correct portion knowing that I eat very little breakfast.

There was a gift next to the breakfast. He came approaching me and placed the tray on my right by the nightstand. He looked breathtakingly gorgeous with the black sweatpants matching with the tanktop he was wearing. Everything his muscles would flex, I would internally drool.

"Eat up. We're going to train." He said a little too roughly. It was as if he was trying to avoid something. He wasn't even looking directly at me.

"What do I owe the breakfast in bed?" I asked as I popped a strawberry in my mouth. It was so juicy and fresh, did they maybe come from the garden.

"Don't flatter yourself. You need a good meal for today." He rolled his eyes.

"Who said I'm flattering myself?" I gave him an innocent look. As I started to sit up.

"Just eat your fucking food and stop being annoying." He said exasperated. I fought the urge to smile. He was adorable when he was annoyed with me.

"Thanks." I ate the pancakes. The chocolate chips were good, and I enjoyed them. It could use some maple syrup, though, but I'm not complaining.

"Did you make this?" I wiped myself with a soviet.

"Of course not. The chef made it." He curtly replied, and he took the tray from me and left the box on my lap.

Of course. Why do I think he could cook? I stared at the black covered box. I felt the weight of it, and it had the weight of a hard drive or magnet or something of that sort. Magnet? That was a stupid thought.

"What is this?" I asked as I opened the box.

"You have hands, don't you? Open it." He gestured rather rudely. Geez! Who got his panties in a bunch.

I opened the box and I couldn't believe it. It was a new phone, and it was still the same one but more advanced. I looked at Matteo, his expression still emotionless.

"You bought this?" I asked, wondering why he would do this out of all people, but then again, we did kiss so...

"Why would I? You're not that important. Willow said I should give this to you. Now get dressed. We don't have time for you to be acting like a fucking princess." He walked out. I stared at the box, a little heartbroken because he doesn't acknowledge my importance at all. I guess I was wrong to think that the kiss meant as much as it did to me.

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Matteo's P.O.V
It was me. It was all me. I bought her a new phone because I noticed she does not have a phone. I panicked when she asked if I did this.

I don't know why I feel these kinds of emotions for her. I served her breakfast in bed, and I fixed her instead of wanting to kill her.

If it were any other girl. They would be sure as hell dead, but with her, it's just so different. I don't know how to react with these new feelings, so the best solution for me is to be mean to her until she could hate me to the point I don't feel the same about her.