One More Chance novel Chapter 9

~~I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. I always forget that you can't read my mind. As long as I got you and me moving through this world as a two-man team, I'll always have everything I need. You don't even realize what you mean. No one could fall for you quite like me. No one could get me so perfectly. You don't even realize you're all that I need~~~

-James TW-

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I waited for another 15 minutes and when my wristwatch showed exactly 5:00 pm, I decided to get up and leave the cafe. I know he's not coming. I'll just try to call him when I get home. I don't think I can wait for him for a couple of hours or even minutes as I suddenly felt tired. Not to mention that my stomach knows the word 'timing' as it started to growl inside. I'm craving again for pasta.

I was waiting for a cab outside the coffee shop when nausea hit me. It's a great relief that someone grabbed my hand and helped me to stand.

"You didn't eat anything inside the cafe, did you?"

"Paul? You came back." I guess it sounded like a question instead of a statement.

"You looked pale, Sam, and yes I came back because I forgot to pay for my coffee."

Maybe if we are in a different situation or if maybe I'm not feeling dizzy, I would have laughed so hard at him. How did he forget to pay for his coffee?

"Where's your car---ohh, you can't drive in your state right now. Do you mind if I drive you home? I don't think I can sleep tonight if I let you go home like this."

"I didn't bring my car. Thanks for the help but I don't want to bother to you anymore, so if it's not too much to ask, can you just please call a taxi for me?"

"Haist, come on, Sam. Don't worry, you're not bothering me and I'm glad to help."

Since I felt my strength slowly draining, I have no choice but to agree with him. I don't have to tell him my address as Dale already brought him once to our house to do their group project.

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"My sweet Jesus! What happened to my baby?"

'Haisst...'

I mentally rolled my eyes when I heard my mom's voice as soon as we entered the living room. Her voice was full of concern but I couldn't help frowning as I heard the word 'baby' again. I'm a grown-up woman and I don't like it when they call me a baby, a kid or a little girl.

"What is going on, Samantha? Why are you with Paul, I mean why is Paul with you?" She asked confused, her eyes were moving from me to Paul and then back to me again.

"Mom, you just reversed your question." This time I couldn't help rolling my eyes while Paul gave her a slight chuckle.

"Okay, but why is he with you?"

"Mom, what's happening here?" someone asked from behind mom before I could open my mouth... and that's Dale.

"Are you two already dating? Are you dating my daughter Paul?"

"Mom?" I frowned.

"Is he your boyfriend, Samantha?"

"Ahem!" Dale raised an eyebrow and I glared at him.

"Mom, he's not my boyfriend---"

"If so, then why is he with you?"

"And why do you look so pale?" Dale asked after mom.

"Because he's helping me and please mom, I'm so tired and I want to rest," I replied, ignoring Dale's question.

"I think she's sick, Cara. Actually, she almost lost her balance if I hadn't held her earlier. She looked so pale and slightly shaking, so I insisted on helping her and taking her home since she didn't use her car."

I glanced at Paul and utter a low 'thank you' which he returned with a genuine smile and also a low 'no worries'.

"Oh, my God, my baby, come here and Paul, please have dinner with us so that I can express my gratitude for helping my daughter." and finally my mom pulled me in her arms.

"Ahh... thanks mom, I thought you weren't going to let us in."

"It's alright, Cara. Sam is not just someone for me, she has also become my friend and I think anyone who has seen her condition earlier wouldn't hesitate to help her."

"Well, thank you so much, Paul, but I insist. Please have dinner with us."

My mom was still convincing him when I felt my head spin again. But thank God, Paul and Dale grabbed me instantly while my mom hugged me. Damn these crazy symptoms!

"Holy shit! Samantha, are you okay?" Dale asked me before I heard a loud slap. "Ouch!"