Chapter 7: Crazy = Genius

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Chapter 7: Crazy = Genius

"He's fucking insane I tell you! Out of this world crazy!" I yelled at Genie while throwing the bag of popcorn into her awaiting arms. She cradled it like a baby and I would've rolled my eyes at her if I wasn't already so preoccupied spilling my guts about a certain hottie.

"You're acting as if everybody ain't a little messed up in the head." She snorted as she stuffed her mouth with the midnight snack.

We were gathered at my apartment for a girl's night and I couldn't help myself, letting my encounter with Angelo slip. It had been five days since our meeting—not that I was keeping count—but I still remembered every detail of it as it had been yesterday.

"Yeah, no. There's an acceptable limit of craziness. This guy is Lindsay Lohan level."

"Before or after rehab?"

"Both?"

Genie cackled at my indecision towards such a topic.

"I'm serious though. He's hot as hell. At first, I thought what wouldn't I give to have you in my bed tonight but after his little episode I decided I've had my fair share of mysterious men."

"Are you talking about Parker? Your ex isn't messed up in the head. He's just a selfish asshole who dragged you around for years, knowing that he had an attraction to the same sex but was too much of a pussy to admit it."

"I can't even condemn him for being confused about his sexuality because that makes me so inconsiderate, but goddamnit we dated for three years. You're telling me during all that sex he couldn't figure out there was something wrong?"

Genie shook her head with a scowl. "Something wrong with him, not you."

"Of course. I'm great in bed." I teasingly wriggled my eyebrows at her.

"Too much information." She blanched before taking a sip of her diet coke.

"Parker tip-toed around me for months after confirming that he's gay. To the point where I thought he was cheating on me. How clueless you were, Isabelle." I tsked at myself before digging into the ice-cream tub, my frustration clear with the force of the act.

"Now I don't want a guy who lives that way. In his own little world of secrets. My heart can't possibly take that again after all I've been through. I was so lost for Parker that I refused to see the truth in the situation. Now, I know what I want. When I decide to start something new I want that person to be willing to leave himself completely bare to me. If it's to the degree of it being as much with his mind as he would his body then that'll be even better."

My best friend choked beside me. "You're such a slut."

"I refuse to accept such a title. Come back to me when I'm getting laid that many times to be deserving of it."

She threw her head back laughing.

"My condolences."

"You're one to talk. Between the two of us, you're the one who's taken but it seems like you get laid just as often as I do."

Genie blanched, most likely realizing the truth to my words. "Fuck off."

I laughed at her misery.

"Eric is a sweetheart," I said, referring to her boyfriend. "If only you could be a little more emotionally invested then you wouldn't get shit for forgetting important events such as your two year anniversary."

"It's not like I don't try. I do, it's just that I'm always so caught up in my work that I hardly have any time for him."

"Just like you can make time to hang out with me, you can find time to entertain your boyfriend. It's not like he's not deserving of it."

Her lips pursed.

"Wait..." My eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"Don't tell me you're secretly in love with me?"

She threw the whole bowl of popcorn at me with a look of disgust and I got my answer.

"That's a relief." I sighed before picking up the pieces of the snack off my boobs and into my mouth.

"You think I don't know that Eric deserves better? I'm fully aware of that fact. Maybe that's why my self conscious ass still keeps questioning whether or not I'm worthy of being with him. I mean, sometimes it doesn't make sense to me. He's a sexy man who graduated top of his class at an Ivy League school. Nailed a job at one of the best law firms in the city. And me? I'm a train wreck who always flunked class and somehow, by some miracle, made it through college. Now I work nine to five at a night club, trying to make two ends meet."

My disappointment was clear in the way that I gazed at her. "Genie, you know Eric doesn't care about any of that."

"But I do!"

"And that's fucked up," I spat at her. "If that's why you only offer him half your heart on a silver platter in this relationship, then you're fucked up. There's nothing I hate more than someone measuring themselves against their partner. You two should be working together not against each other. He's not with you for what you have, but who you are and how you make him feel. And if you can't come to see that, you're a fool Genie Howard."

Tears started falling from her eyes as she stared ahead at the television before us. No words left her as she proceeded to bring the soda to her mouth and slurp. She looked like the prefect mess; tear-stained cheeks with carbs as an emotional outlet.

"I know." The woman finally whispered dejectedly.

I spared her one last look before my phone lit up with an indication. The pizza I had ordered was finally here. Giving her a finger, silently telling her that this conversation wasn't over, I went to pay for the meal.

When I opened the door, I felt my mouth drop open at the person in front of me.

With a pizza box in his hand, Angelo stood in the entrance with a polite smile on his face.

"W-What are you doing here?" I practically hissed at him.

His silver eyes twinkled brighter than the dull light of the hallway.

Lifting at eyebrow towards the pizza in his hand, he answered. "I'm delivering your order."

My eyes scanned him from head to toe, finding it hard to believe that a man who had resided in such an expensive apartment was a pizza delivery guy.

If this was a stalker tactic to see me again, he surely was a professional.

He was even wearing the getup to match his little act.

Not wanting to be in his company any further, I quickly snatched the pizza and replaced it with the money. He looked down at the cash in his hand, oddly bewildered. As if that wasn't what one received in a situation like this.

Giving him a fake smile, I slammed the door in his face before he could say anything.

As I turned to go back to the living room, a knock came from the front door once again.

With furrowed eyes, I stared at it.

There's no way...

Taking the chance, I went to open the door and as I feared, the beautiful man stood there.

"Why haven't you left? I already paid you, didn't I? I'm sorry but I don't give more than a five dollar tip if that's what you want to complain about."

His nostrils flared.

"Are you with someone?"

"What?"

"I asked if there's someone in your home other than yourself." His patience seemed to be running out at me just staring at him and with one stride, he was before me.

With a gray building within his eyes, the man held my gaze. "I asked you a question. It's only polite that you answer accordingly." He borderline scolded me.

Grabbing at my wits, my lips became a thin line. I wasn't the least bit amused by what he was saying, even more so by his mere presence here. To be honest, it was freaking me out that he knew where I lived. Maybe I was being full of myself and this had been a mere coincidence and he really was a successful pizza delivery guy, but the way he had looked at me the moment I opened the door told me otherwise.

He had been expecting it.

The man knew that I lived here based on the way his features showed no signs of surprise.

Or maybe he was just really good at keeping a poker face and was trying his best to be professional while at work.

Yeah right, my subconscious spoke up on behalf of the stronger intuition I had of that being way too far-fetched.

What had he asked again? If I had company? How the hell did that have anything to do with him?

"I'd answer your question but I don't think that has anything to do with you."

"You would be surprised by how much that does have something to do with me."

"Last time I checked, we don't have any ties with each other. Now please leave before I call the cops and report you for blatantly stalking me."

His brows shot up at my accusation as if it wasn't the truth but from the docile nature he had at giving a rebuttal, I knew it was.

Going to shut the door once more, a foot stuck itself between the space and before I knew it, he had forced himself inside.

"What the hell do you think that you're doing!" I shouted at him but he seemed unaffected as he took off the cap of his head and threw it to the side, like it was his place and not mine.

"If you don't leave my place in the next five seconds I swear to god I'm going to have the cops drag you by your pretty little ass out of here." I threatened in a low tone before fishing for my phone out of my sweater pocket.

Just as I was about to dial the three digit number, the device slipped out of my hand and fell onto the floor.

Stooping down to retrieve it, the phone slid away from me as soon as my hand grazed its screen.

The hair on the back of my neck stood up.

"What the..."

Reaching for the device once more, my eyes popped out of my head when it shifted away from me again by some invisible force.

It was hard for me to accept the reality of what was going on so I swiftly dove after it again, only to miss it by an inch.

With a frustrated groan, I went for the phone like a crazy person and what a surprise—I freaking missed!

Staring at the phone which was now halfway across the room, I blinked rapidly.

The sound of a chuckle, seemingly suppressed, broke my trance and I looked up to find that Angelo had been watching my little episode.

He was leaning against the kitchen counter with an amused expression on his face.

My own heated up at the nerve of him to find this situation funny.

"Are you doing this?" I pointed at the device which had been avoiding me like the plague. Almost as if it had a mind of its own.

It would have been a ridiculous thing to consider if I hadn't witnessed him sparring with someone the other day with abilities which shouldn't be possible for a regular person.

Oh, and did I mention he managed to make me freaking levitate too?

So making a phone move wouldn't be that difficult of a task for him if he could've made it a reality for me.

He cocked an eyebrow at me but said nothing.

I sighed as I brushed off the front of my lounge pants and came up from my bent position.

I nodded wordlessly, almost as if I was accepting of the weirdness of the predicament I was in.

He watched me closely, knowing that there was never that much to my reaction.

And he was right.

With one deep breath, I shouted out to girl who was in the other room.

"Genie, call the goddamn cops! There's a freak inside my house who's trying to take advantage of me!"

I thought he would have at least tried to stop my hollering but he didn't, just continued to watch me.

"It's Genie?" He asked.

"What?" I breathed out, confused.

Turning in the direction of the living room, he took a draft and when some kind of scent came to him, he rolled his eyes.

"I should've known." He whispered and before I could blink, he made his way to the front door after a couple long strides.

Frozen in place by his sudden change of attitude, I watched as he waved a lazy hand at me in farewell.

"I'll see you again, my lovely Belle."

***

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