He's here.
Sterling is in my room. Well, not actually my room. It's the guest room, but you get the point.
He's dressed very formally for some reason. Yet he looks amazing.
He is wearing a grey suit.
It gives him a regal look.
His hair is gelled back and he is clean shaven. He smells like expensive perfume. His black shoes are so shiny and the watch on his wrist tells me that he probably comes from money.
This man is probably a billionaire bored and just decided to stalk me. But he's in my class. Maybe it's his family's money.
I don't know and for now, I don't care. I have to get to my mother.
"Good-morning, Rosie." He is holding a tray of food. His voice is like caramel and honey. He looks directly in my eyes and for a minute, I can't look away.
The green in his eyes are like another world. It's like I can see trees, green fields, and an endless forest going on and on.
He clears his throat and I snap out of my trance. I realized that I have not answered him yet.
"Good-morning, Sterling. You look very decent this morning." I say with a small smile. He smiles instantly too.
"Well, compare to my shirtless outfit from last night; I would say I'm a brand new man." He smirks and places the tray of food on the coffee table.
The tray has fruits, a beautiful coffee cup filled with coffee, a plate of fried eggs and some toast. The steam coming from the coffee makes it all look aesthetically pleasing.
My stomach growls lowly as the smell hits me.
I'm really hungry.
"You certainly are. From caveman, to an evolved man. I'm proud of you." I say and chuckle lightly.
He stands upright and places his hands on his hips. His confidence is very clear.
"Eat up. We have somewhere to be by 10am." He says carefully, but without stutter.
His smile is still there. It has just grown a bit bigger now.
Wait, what?
Non-uh. It's too early for his shenanigans.
"I can't. I have to be home before 12am. My mother wants me home." I say without looking at him.
"Oh." He says in a certain tone. I'm guessing he already knows this.
"You already know, don't you?" I ask him while pursing my lips.
"Where do you think we're going?" He sighs satisfyingly. He then turns to leave.
"Eat breakfast and shower. I will be back in an hour." He says without looking at me and steps out the room. Leaving the door open.
I groan lowly. I walk towards the door and close it. He better knock the next time!
I sit on the bed and eat my breakfast. It was really good. Like top tier good. I really have to ask who made this because whew, I'm blown away.
I take a shower and wash my hair. I dry it with the blow dryer after and I check in the closet for some of clothes I mag have left here before.
And bingo, I found a few!
A black cargo pant and a black long-sleeved blouse. I also find a pair of gray sneakers and wear it. It is a little tight but in a comfortable kind of way.
I dress and grab all my things from the room and I step outside. The house is quiet except for the small chatter downstairs. Wesley's parents are probably gone. They leave for work early.
Wesley and I don't have another class this week so we're free. Today is Wednesday.
I enter the corridor and I immediately remember last night's spooky and weird event. What in the world happened?
I will try not to think on that right now. Don't want to start my morning with confusion.
I walk down the stairs while checking my Instagram. As soon I open the app, I see a goofy but cute picture of Wesley and Zoey. It must be from yesterday!
"Oh my gosh! Wesley!" I called out to him.
I reach the lower floor and walk towards the kitchen. I see both Wesley and Sterling. Wesley too is dressed decently too.
He turns to me with a smile.
"Well, good-morning to you too." He has a cup filled with an orange liquid that I'm guessing is orange juice.
I ignore Sterling and his flirtatious stare.
"Why didn't you tell me you and Zoey are already dating!?" I gasp loudly and excitingly.
He rolls his eyes playfully.
"Now where did you get that information from, Rose?" He's blushing like crazy.
"I saw the picture, dummy. You two are definitely dating!" I dance around excitingly. Doing weird dances like the robot and break dancing.
Sterling sees how flushed Wesley looks and starts to laugh.
"Oh man, she's right!" He laughs.
Wesley shrugs while trying to hide his smile.
"Words, please. I need verbal confirmation bro." I start to moonwalk.
Sterling can't stop laughing. He's probably laughing at my dance moves or how flushed Wesley is. Or both.
"Okay! We may be dating." Wesley runs his hands through his brown hair and grins.
"Yes! Finally! You did it champ! You ask her out." I kiss him on his forehead. "I'm so proud of you." I say and Wesley chuckles.
"You're ready for us to leave?" Wesley asks?
What are they talking about? Leave? I'm going home to my mother.
"What do you mean by us?" I ask and I see Wesley and Sterling share looks.
Sterling steps in front of-course. Being the overly confident guy that he is.
"We're going with you. At your house. Going to see Mrs. Jacobs."
Oh, no.
No, no, no.
I can let Wesley go with me but not Sterling. My mother knows Wesley very well and at a time, she even thought he and I were dating.
But not Sterling. He's a....he's just him!
"No. Sterling isn't coming along." I say firmly. I walk towards where Wesley keeps his car keys and grab it.
"I'm driving. Wesley, let's go."
"Okay." Wesley says and follows me.
Sterling walks behind us too.
He watch as we step into Wesley's car. A neat, shiny black Altima.
I turn on the engine and stare at him.
He don't look angry or anything. He waves and starts to walk towards a car. I keep staring.
"Aren't we supposed to be going somewhere?" Wesley asks as he fastens his seatbelt.
"Shhhh." I say without looking at him. My eyes are trained on Sterling.
He reaches the car and opens it with a key. My mouth drops open. That car must cost a fortune!
It's not the car he drove me in when we went out of the city.
This one screams luxury! The glasses are tinted and the paint job is out of this world. Sterling literally drives a Tesla!
He steps in and drives off.
I put the car in reverse and drive slowly out of the driveway and then I speed up after him.
He knows what he's doing. He knows exactly what he's doing.
He's driving to my building. Where I live. I guess he doesn't take no for an answer, does he?