"Annie, are you still in the bathroom? What the fuck." He banged at my door. "I have given you enough time to dress. Are you pranking me?"

I giggled saying, "Am ready."

"Come on, come out."

"I'm coming, give me a few minutes." I hurried to my mirror, rubbing my face, and then paused, staring at my face to see if am good to go out now. No one is perfectly pretty, my subconsciousness told me and then I surrender, hurried to my door, and open it slowly. I peeped through the door as it was opening.

"Come on."

I released the door to open widely. And oh. Wow. He looked handsome.

"Who tell you am going to wear red clothes?" We both rapped, paused, and then laughed.

"I don't know you would wear red clothes today," he said.

"Me too," I said, giving my face a little smile.

"Let's go, let's go," he said.

"Let's tell our moms first, haven’t they wake since morning?" I remember my mother didn’t come to my room today, neither Mrs. Eliza.

"They had left us alone at home."

"You mean?" I widened my eyes.

"You heard what I said, so I won't repeat myself."

"Is that the reason you want us to go out too?" I asked. "You don’t want to feel lonely at home?"

"Miss questionnaire, I will answer you later, but for now, let us move." We walked out, I feel nervous walking beside him to a new black and hot car.

"Are you the owner of this car?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Wow."

He motioned the driver to give him the key, and said, "we are going out alone. If they come back home, tell them we might come late at night.

At night? I raised my eyes. I feel like asking him why would we come late at night, but as I moved closer to him and open my mouth, he looked at me, his face charmed me now, but I don’t dare to fall in love, and then I changes the question in my mind. "Did you know how to drive a car?"

He smiled. "Is that what you want to ask."

"Huh?"

He repeat as I was stunned. "Is that what you want to ask?"

This Harry was a wizard. How on earth did he know I change the question in my mind? "Yes."

"You would soon know." He walked to the door and entered. I don’t hesitate to open the back door.

"Come to the front seat?"

"Huh?"

"Why are you pretending like you don’t hear what I just said?"

"I don’t hear you, seriously."

"Come to the front seat."

"Okay." I slammed the back door shut and hurried to the front door with half nervous and half joy. But I remind myself not to fall in love. Closing the front door now, I watched his pretty fingers turning the key in the ignition, commanding the car to come alive. That same fingers had thrown a book at me and had slapped me.

"Your seat belt."

"Huh?" I quickly tightened myself with the seat belt as he was staring at me, for I have pretended once more.

And the car slowed out of the compound, he turned the wheel to the right and sped to the highway. I feel millions of questions bugging me, but I don’t want to annoy him with any questions right now since I don't want him to focused while driving.

Harry looked at me. "Do you want to ask a question?"

'Huh?" I raised my eyebrows. How did he know I want to ask questions? He can easily read one mind. Is it because of how I look and how I change since he asks me for a date? I knew my behavior had changed, it had changed a lot. Sighing, I said, "where are we going?"

"Where should we go?" His voice was cool.

I raised my eyebrows once more. As long as I am with you, I would be fine if you take me anywhere in the world. My subconsciousness told me to shut that awful thought in my mind off. I don’t want to fall in love again or else I would suffer more.

"Annie," he was saying now, "Am sorrow for everything I had done to you. I know and feel how you cry behind the closing door. I don’t intend to hurt you before my friend, but you know, I don’t want my friend to know we are friends now. I can't just let them know if I don’t want them to leave me alone."

Oh, I raised my eyebrows, and I feel like saying huh, but he might say am pretending again. Not that I am pretending, but the word often flow to my lips anytime I heard what stunned me.

"I am sorry for throwing the book at you. I'm sorry for hurting you because I'm scared to be left alone and I'm scared to feel alone."

"It’s alright. I don’t cry because of you that day."

He looked at me as he slowed the car. Did he want to turn the car back? Did what I said furry him? I paused, counting my breath to starve away the fear of the unknown, and waiting for what he would do or say.

"I know you lied. I should have defended you from the c2 group and their girlfriends. I shouldn't have hurt you again after I saw you tumble because of your weakened knee. I'm really sorryl. All I need is your forgiveness. Would you forgive me?"

"Harry-"

"Did you forgive me?" His voice carried emotions now, and silence fell between us. I look out the window. Harry had changed. His proudness had ceased to be. I wondered if he was the same Harry, the same arrogant boy. What has come upon him? Had he fallen in love, too?

I sighed, and then looked back at him. "You did not offend me, Harry."

"I knew I offend you. You might not feel it, or fake it, but I feel it."

What's the meaning of all this? If I have known he would be begging like this, I won't have followed him out. I looked at him once more. "I forgive you then."

He raised his eyebrows and his voice. "Thank you, Annie." He then sped the car. The car turned to the right, jolting on.

I don’t know how I got the confidence to ask where we are going now.

"Have you eaten this morning?" He asked.

"No." I felt something disturbing my stomach at the moment I remembered had not eaten since morning. Oh, no, reading novel had done a great job.

"Let's go to the restaurant."

"I don’t bring my purse."

"My ATM is with me. You're free to buy anything you want, don’t be shy, Annie."

I begin to feel shy as he said those words. I don't like collecting something from boys, especially money. When we get to the restaurant, a slim girl with an alluring smile approached us, asking what we want. Harry asked for chicken, rice, and wine.

My stomach tugged when she look at me, smiling. I wished her smile should not take Harry’s attention. And when the silence between us grew longer than it shouldn't, Harry bailed me out, saying, "You think about what to eat too long." He looked at the girl. "Just bring her two plates of eggs, rice, and coffee. Bring water, too."

Oh my God. How on earth did he know I like eggs?