BAD BOY IN LOVE - CHAPTER 9&10
★★★ Lend me your chest ★★★
Delilah rested her head on Aron’s chest, feeling the warmth and comfort he offered. Even though she didn’t know why, she couldn’t help but shed tears.
Aron gently brushed her hair back, wanting to give her the best support he could. He didn’t have any ulterior motives, but he couldn’t bear to see her scared. He understood that feeling all too well.
They held onto the hug for a few minutes until the lights came back on. Aron slowly let go, their eyes meeting. He quickly wiggled, finally breaking the hug.
Feeling helpless, Delilah moved her legs back. No matter how hard she tried to be strong, being in the darkness always left her feeling defeated.
Aron cleared his throat and moved towards the couch. “You can have a seat,” he said, and Delilah nodded.
As Aron walked inside, Delilah took a seat, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. She wondered why Aron had helped her, especially considering their past differences.
And who could have told Jace about her phobia? She hadn’t shared it with anyone other than her parents. The only person she mentioned it to was Raven, and she trusted her completely. She knew Raven would never betray her.
“Here, have this,” Aron’s voice echoed from the back, distracting Delilah from her thoughts. She gradually looked back and saw Aron handing her a cup.
Without wasting much time, she collected the cup. It was filled with tea, and she couldn’t help but feel a blush creeping onto her cheeks.
“Did you want anything?” Aron asked, the words slipping out before he even realized it. He had only planned to take care of her without saying anything, but now he couldn’t help but ask what she needed.
“I’m… okay,” Delilah replied sluggishly, taking a sip from the tea.
“Alright. When you’re done, you can sleep in that room,” Aron said, pointing his finger towards the spare room. Delilah nodded.
Aron stared at her for a moment before storming off to his room, while Delilah traced his movements with her eyes.
Delilah quickly drank all the tea because she couldn’t resist the smell. Even though she couldn’t wait for tomorrow and had to deal with Jace embarrassing her, she wrapped up her things and went to the room.
The next morning, Raven woke up early so she could hand over the key to Delilah. Without bathing or brushing her teeth, she went straight to Delilah’s building.
She had been trying to call Delilah’s number, but it wasn’t reachable. She had no idea where she could be, but her gut told her to go to her house.
When she arrived, the door was still locked. She took out her phone to dial Delilah’s number, but before she could, Delilah came out of Aaron’s building.
“Delilah!” Raven called and quickly ran to her.
“Raven,” Delilah called, as if she wanted to burst into tears. Throughout the whole night, she had been thinking about who could have told Jace about her phobia, and she couldn’t think of anyone other than Raven. She didn’t want to believe it, but her self-esteem kept telling her it was her.
“Did you sleep here overnight?” Raven asked curiously.
“Yeah, and you?” Delilah replied.
“Um…” Raven hesitated, trying to think about what to say. “I slept at a friend’s place. I tried looking for you all night, but I couldn’t find you,” Raven said, pulling out Delilah’s key from her bag. “I came to give this to you. Take care,” Raven said nervously, as if she knew Delilah had found out something. She quickly turned to leave, but Delilah stopped her.
“Aren’t you curious about what happened to me last night?” Delilah asked, stopping Raven in her tracks.
Raven smiled nervously and turned back. “What happened? I don’t think it’s something that big,” she said, turning to leave again.
“Come to think of it, you’re the only one I mentioned my phobia to. Don’t you think that’s strange?” Delilah asked, trying to calm her nerves. She was praying inwardly for a positive answer. She just wished Raven wasn’t the one who told Jace about her phobia.
Raven slightly turned back and smiled nervously. “What do you mean by that?” Raven asked.
“I mean… I only told you about my phobia yesterday, and then this happened. Don’t you think it’s really strange?” Delilah asked.
“So? What if I told him? Do you have a problem with that?” Raven asked, which took Delilah by surprise. She walked closer to her, only inches apart. “Did you think I’m scared to admit that I did it? Yeah, I told Asher about your phobia to give myself a chance. So what? Can’t I? You call yourself my friend, so why can’t I use you for my own happiness?” Raven said calmly, as if she was making sense.
Delilah glared at her with nothing but hatred. She had chosen Raven as her friend because she found her jovial and interesting. She had never thought she could be so thoughtless. Without waiting for a second, she slapped Raven hard, making her cheeks turn red. “You are very stupid!” Delilah shouted, snatching her key back. Instead of going back to her building, she turned around and entered Aaron’s building.
Raven held her cheeks, glaring angrily into space. “What the heck does she think she is, slapping my face?” she shouted before storming away.
Delilah cried silently, resting her back against the wall. Ever since she was little, she had never given a friend a chance. The first person she considered her friend was Raven. But now, Raven had betrayed her trust. Her parents had always warned her not to rely on people, but she had chosen to ignore their words. Now, she was facing the consequences.
Aaron, who had just come from the bathroom wearing only a towel, thought Delilah had gone home. To his surprise, he found her in the living room with tears streaming down her cheeks.
Aaron couldn’t help but move closer to Delilah, concern etched on his face. “What happened? Why are you crying again?” he asked, his voice filled with worry.
Delilah, still wiping away her tears, tried to compose herself. But just as she was about to speak, a message popped up on her phone, distracting her. She read it carefully, and a fresh wave of tears overcame her. She couldn’t hold back her emotions, even if Aaron was watching.
“Why are you crying like a baby?” Aaron smirked, looking away from her.
Delilah looked at Aaron, her eyes red and swollen from crying. Sniffing audibly, she walked closer to him. “Can you lend me your chest again? I just need some comfort,” she said, her voice trembling. Without waiting for his reply, she gently rested her head on his chest, seeking solace in his embrace.
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