Just Because It Happened

Chapter Six: Embarrassed.

Chapter Six: Embarrassed.

Days had passed and Mr. Davids’ speculation is right. The reason why a simple car accident was here in the Prosecution Department is that it is not just a simple accident. The girlfriend of the man who got the accident complained of what happened. She was not satisfied with investigating that had happened. She said, she knows that there was something wrong with the accident. That it was odd.

“Told you, I hesitate when Mr. Davids told me about it.” Mitchell was typing on his keyboard while telling it to Jojo.

Mr. Davids was called by the general prosecutor so they are free to talk. They’re like women gossiping.

“Why do they want us to dig in a simple car accident? f**k,” Jojo replied.

I didn’t get-in in their conversation I just continued working on a big case we are working. It was a case about murder but didn’t know who really murdered the girl. There's a lot of suspects and it’s really hard to determine who’s the murderer. My head was hurting so bad.

Jojo and Mitchell stopped talking when Mr. Davids came back. His face looks tired, just like his everyday expression. I felt bad about it, I hope he can be happy someday because I think it’s been a long time since he becomes happy.

Sunday came and I realized how boring my life is. I got my day off and I plan to buy groceries to stock in my apartment. I ran out of stock that doesn't even have a toothpaste! Gosh, how can I forget about buying toothpaste?

And it was a hassle when I realized I have to carry three bags of plastic on my way to my apartment. It was really heavy! When I finally got out of the cab, I pursed my lips as I was carrying three plastics full of things I bought from the market. My arms felt numb and my back was hurting because of it. I should buy groceries every once a week, not every month!

“Gosh!” I exclaimed.

I put down the plastics as I took-out a heavy breath. I can do this!

I was about to grab the plastics again when someone grabbed it and walk as if nothing happened.

“Hey! That’s mine!” I chased after him. I didn’t recognize who it is but I know that I knew him because if not, he would definitely running right now.

When I finally chased him, I got a little bit shocked seeing Mr. Davids. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and black jogging pants. He’s not wearing his glasses and his hair is in a messy way. I find him a bit different seeing him that way.

“Mr. Davids!” I called him.

He stopped walking and turned his attention to me. “Where is your house? I can carry this over there,” he said as if it was natural.

I blinked and I realized what he said. “What?”

I saw how his expression becomes indifferent. He was like puzzled a bit too.

“Ah! I’m sorry but what are you doing here?” I questioned him out.

Because why the hell is he here in this street? Shouldn’t he be relaxing in his own house?

“Why? This household is your property?”

Bang! Ouch. That was, nah. . .

I gulped and walked passed him. “S-sorry, I’m just wondering why. Let’s go!”

I walked first and lead him to the way where I am living. But he was fast and walked towards me, At first, I was a bit shy but I know that I need help so, why would I have to be shy if I really need help?

As we were walking, I can’t help myself from looking at him. He was so handsome, every woman could have a crush on him. His face looks strict but a bit bad boy looking. He was like a bed wrecker, the way his biceps move whenever he’s tightening his hold to the plastic bags. His jaws will define. . . He was handsome but then, he was sad.

I looked away and walked fast. I don’t want to examine his face because I’m getting nervous. And, I don’t know but my cheeks were getting hot just by staring at him.

When we are finally at the front door of my apartment. I was about to tell him I was fine carrying it over the house but without saying a thing, he put down the plastic bags and he held his hand to me. 

“Give me the keys,” he said.

What. . . What is he asking? Really? Why is he asking for that? This fast?!

“W-what do you mean?” I stuttered.

“Give me your keys,” he repeated.

I inhaled, damn, really?!

“No!” I protested. “You can’t have a kiss from me! How dare you!”

His forehead wrinkled at what I’ve said. “What are you saying? I said, give me your keys or you’ll open the door for me so I can get in and took this inside the house.”

My lips parted at what he said. Damn, is it a key or a kiss? f**k this, Antonette! It was your keys to open your damn door!

Why the hell did I think it was a kiss?!

“I. . . don’t come inside the house! I can–I can do it now!” I said and then immediately went to the door and open it with my key. Damn it!

I grab the bags and look-up at him even though I know my face was turning red right now. “Thank you for the help!”

With all my strength, I have carried the plastic bags inside and shut the door. I know it was rude but I was really ashamed of what I just said! How the hell do I think that keys are kiss?! I want to die out of shame right now! How could I go to work tomorrow if I see him? I know that he was laughing at me right now. I can hear now how his laugh becomes evil! Gosh, this is what you called embarrassed.