Chapter 47

Chapter 47

The car ride was awkwardly silent the whole way back to the Hadid's place. He held my hand the entire time back but didn't say a word. There were no words shared between him and Jay making me feel something more was going on. That was unusual of him to not greet him in a bodacious way because that's how he always greeted him. Something about the way they looked at each other gave off the vibe that things weren't going to be so simple and sweet.

We got back to the house and quickly went up to his room so his mom wouldn't spot us. He still had this weird energy lingering around him that wasn't fun to be around. Whatever silent conversation they had with each other was not a good one. If only there were some way for me to know what was going on.

Kicking my shoes off, I sat on his bed, watching him as he took off his coat, along with the watch and extra jewelry he had on. His eyes sharply looked at me with a smile surfacing upon his face. He was probably wondering why I was staring so intently. Getting a read on him was so hard. I could never tell what he was thinking; yet he was always able to tell what was on my mind.

Grabbing his brownie bag, he walked over to me, sitting down, ready for the deliciousness that was about to course through him. I was dramatic, but they were pretty good.

Taking a bite, Cyrus nodded his head at the taste. "Wow, that's really good." He complimented.

"They're better warm." I am delighted that he at least enjoyed it.

Smiling at me, he took another bite, disagreeing with me. "They're perfect just the way they are."

I blushed, loving his compliments towards my baking. It still bugged me that he didn't want to stay at Jay's a little longer. Usually he always does, meaning something must have happened between them. To my reconciliation, he hadn't seen Jay until about an hour ago when he walked throught he door. What could have made him angry enough to just leave? These two are like best friends. If anything happened it had to have happened when I wasn't around. Which is still strange because he was just with him the day before this as well. What was I missing here?

Though I was too nervous to think come out and asking him what was wrong. His aura was completely off, but he wouldn't say anything. He was trying to cover it up, but I knew better. The way they were looking at each other in that kitchen was quite telling.

Sighing, he ran his fingers through his hair, looking nervous. "So um, what did you and Jay do today?" He sounded like he was desperate to know what went on while he was gone.

I smirked, giggling at him. "Are you jealous?" I joke around nudging his shoulder.

He purses his lips not making eye contact with me. "No...I...ok maybe." He admitted, which shocked me. "I don't know...I saw how you were looking at each other when I came in so I want to know what happened."

It shocked me how honest he was being. I mean, I expected him to be honest with me; however, I didn't expect him to be this real with his feelings. It's not that I didn't know how he felt about me, but I didn't think he would be this serious. Our relationship wasn't even on a serious level, and yet he was getting jealous. I couldn't tell if that was a good thing or not, but I wasn't going to let him think anything was going on between us.

Chuckling, I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing as tightly as I could. "Nothing happened, Cyrus. Honestly, we watched a movie and made some brownies." I say, causing a sigh of relief to come from him. "I told him about my dad as well..." I drifted off, remembering our delicate moments with each other.

He looked at me, confused as to what I meant. I never told him about my dad either. This time I wouldn't cry, but this was a big moment for him and me. We don't really talk about our family much to one another. Regrettably, he might feel some kind of way for me telling Jay first. Though, Jay understands my pain. Something he couldn't really relate to, but it wouldn't hurt to share this with him.

Looking at me, he had a soft expression on his face. "Your dad?" He questioned.

I nodded. "Yeah, he's deceased and Jay knows what losing a parent is like. We sort of bonded over that today." I say feeling the relief I felt once more.

"I had no idea your father passed away. No wonder you don't say much about him." He said sort of apologizing.

I laugh, smiling softly. "It's ok, I probably should have told you but it's hard to talk about even though it happened so long ago." I shrug.

Cyrus smiled back at me. "Of course it still hurts. Just because it happened long ago doesn't mean it'll hurt any less."

It killed me how understanding he was. It was also funny that he thought something else happened even though that wasn't the case. I'm assuming his feelings were heading in a direction that I didn't think would happen. We have been spending a lot of time together recently. Not only that, but we've been doing more together as well. I'm sure taking me to see Jay in his most vulnerable state was something he wouldn't have done if he didn't feel strongly about me. He also wouldn't get so worried about what Jay and I were up to while he was away. Seems like he wanted more than he was letting on.

Cyrus face-palmed himself as he looked back at me. "I'm sorry, I feel so stupid now." He sounded remorseful. "Jesus, Jay probably thinks I was being shitty accusing him things that weren't even true."

He looked annoyed with himself, but it wasn't a big deal. I probably would have assumed something, too, if I saw him looking at a girl a certain way. It's only normal when you like someone to sometimes assume things. I didn't fault him for a second.

"Don't be silly. I mean, he thought you were mad at him, but it's nothing to stress about." I tried to reassure him. "Besides, I would react the same way too."

"You're the best, you know that?" He asked me happily.

I smiled, and before I knew it my lips connected with his sending a warmness through my body. It was always so inviting whenever we shared a kiss. It was soft, but passionate and I loved every minute of it. His lips, so luscious the way they collided with mine, sent a fire through my chest. He was everything I've dreamt of more. I'm not sure how he felt, but I knew that Cyrus was someone I could see myself with for a very long time.

Though, this moment was short-lived just as it was getting good. There was a knock on his door and of course it had to be Farah herself.

"Cyrus, we need to talk now!" She yelled, banging on the door again.

That startled both of us as panic ensued. Cyrus quickly handed me my shoes and sent me into the bathroom. Before closing the door, he kissed my cheek with a smile as an apology, but I knew this had to be done. It did hurt a little bit knowing he couldn't just be honest with his mom about how he felt about me. Regardless, I took it for what it was and sat quietly in the bathrom. This time sitting on the floor so I wouldn't make any sudden noises.

I heard Cyrus let Farah in, and she didn't sound too happy with him. Of course it had something to do with me. This lady really just had it out for me. All because I wasn't up to her standard.

"We need to discuss these next two weeks. They're very crucial." She demanded him.

Cyrus didn't sound to impressed though. "What's there to discuss? The competition is almost over and I get to choose who I want as my partner. It's self explanatory." He sounded pretty annoyed with her as well. It was evident that they bumped heads a lot.

Farah groaned, not happy with his smart comments. "I think you know what I'm getting at, smart ass." She said, "You can choose anyone but her."

Hearing that really angered me. I had to do my best to keep my cool, but it was so hard when I could hear all the horrible things she would say about me. If anyone didn't have any class, it was her, but what do I know? I'm just some poor girl from Greendale. There was nothing that could compare to living in Sunbury. At least I had common decency not to trash people just because they have less than I do. She was pathetic.

Cyrus sighed already over the conversation. "Mom, I'm not doing this with you right now and isn't it supposed to be my choice?" He asked her, as if the competition didn't revolve around him.

She scoffed. "It would if you would make the smart decision." She was really not giving up. "All I know is you better figure it out or I'll have to make the choice for you."

"You can't be serious right now? I'm old enough to make choices about my love life very well." He argued with her.

"But what about the family?" She asked, getting angrier than she was. I've gotta say, Farah was scary when she was angry.

Cyrus chuckled. "What about it? My love life should have nothing to do with family business."

He wasn't backing down to her and I was excited to hear him stand his ground. Especially because it was on my behalf. Little did Farah know, I was sitting right inside his bathroom listening to everything she had to say. Making me not like her even more. If he did choose me, things were not going to be pretty between the both of us. The malice we both shared for one another would surely turn this family upside down.

"Listen to me boy, you're the heir to your fathers success and I will not tolerate disobedience because I am still your mother!" She said sternly. "You play by the rules or I'll enforce them. It's up to you."

With that, she exited his room, leaving me to sit back and contemplate what she planned on doing. I'm not sure what was going to happen, but it didn't sound like anything good. That made my heart race and my mind begin to wonder. I'm not sure what his relationship was like with the others, but if it were anything like what we had, I could be in trouble. However, even if it wasn't I could still be in trouble. It really sucked when you weren't the favorite out of the girls by his mom. But, it was all still so hard to tell. Especially with only two weeks left.

Cyrus opened the door, seeing me sitting on the floor. He walked over to me, sliding down to be on my level. The stress exuding from him was ridiculous, but it didn't stop him from looking at me with some much joy in his face. The way he didn't let his mom stop him from caring about me made everything else seem irrelevant. For now, he was mine and there wasn't anything she could do about it.