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CHAPTER IV: WHY IN THE WORLD IS SHARP OPPOSITES STARK?
Daphne stared blankly at her damaged hand the moment she woke up from her bed.
Her former damaged hand, actually.
She didn't notice it last night when she was being Daniel's assistant cook or when she was getting a handful of popcorn with it. Maybe she was pretty much occupied that she didn't notice it heal overnight. She looked closely at it again, as if her eyes were as precise as a microscope, and found out that there was no scars at all. She moved her left hand in a way she knew it would hurt her. Surprisingly, it had just felt like she was trying to break a bone or something.
She gave up thinking of random reason why it healed so fast. She remembered that Miles didn't ask what happened with it in the morning. Wait, was it even there when she was at school yesterday? She wanted to ask herself. Maybe she should ask Miles instead when she got to school. Yeah, that sounds good. Not weird, right?
When she finally came with the decision of asking Miles if he noticed something, she became aware of being in her bedroom. If her memory wasn't tricking her this time, she fell asleep on the couch during last night's movie marathon. She could tell that Daniel carry her from the living room to her own room. She suddenly felt a little bit guilty of not being able to stay awake for the movie. And recalling that she begged her father to watch it with her made her feel sorry for him. Poor Dad.
He already left for work when she came out of her room. A wonderful smell was wafting through her nostrils. She found a plate of pancakes resting on their dining table. Three pieces of pancake with blueberry syrup on the top. She smiled, it was her favorite. Take care, Dad. Always find a way back home to me.
Daphne made her way to Spanish class ten minutes early. Miles wasn't there, he was in cooking class that morning. She took her seat at the back of the room, the one in the left and near the glass window. It was the perfect place for someone who wanted to be invisible or disintegrated from the class. She could keep that seat as long as she could arrive earlier than the others.
A few students were already in the room, including the light-brown skinned guy, who took a seat on her right. He had a semi-spiky, black hair and dark brown eyes that could hypnotize any girl he wanted. Wait, what? He was obviously a new student because she didn't see him before.
He was looking at her, which made Daphne's stomach to swirl. She had no idea if he was doing it secretly or he was fully aware that she knew. Or, maybe he wasn't good with these looking-at-a-girl-secretly thing. She started to think of random things to forget that she could feel butterflies in her stomach. She had never felt this way before.
She looked at him intensely to scare the poor guy. The boy smiled, two dimples visible. "I'm Andy Vaughn," the boy introduced himself holding out his hand.
Daphne stared at his left hand, slightly remembering that she would ask about hers to Miles. They look soft, softer than mine even.
"I'm new here." She stopped herself from saying, Yeah, I know. "I'd like to say that you're the cutest girl I've seen here in the campus."
The statement made Daphne brushed her thoughts minutes ago. He was slightly making her uncomfortable yet she finally shook his hand. Her heart flipped, she had no idea if it was a good thing or the other way around. She could see him trying to peek a view through her blonde hair that she used as a barrier for her face after. She unconsciously tossed her locks through her shoulder and pretended to look at the floor.
"And you are?" the boy-Andy asked her. At first, she thought he forgot to ask. His dark brown eyes caught her sea green orbs.
"Daphne." She responded and returned the smile. "Daphne Rogers."
Daphne knew that Daniel was already at their apartment when she came home. She could hear the sound of vinyl from outside the 5th floor, location of their apartment. It was unusual because he seldom came home early. She had a feeling that Daniel wasn't the only one inside. Well, she based it on the extra footsteps she heard that definitely wasn't belong to a lady.
"Dad?" She knocked on the door. "I'm home. Open the door, please." She said in her sweet voice, as if she didn't have an extra key with her.
"Daphne, wait a sec!" Her father shouted. Daniel never call her by her full name except when he was in panic. She could hear whispers from the other side. Get out of here before she sees you, she heard. Don't you trust me, Rogers? By the way, she gonna find out eventually. Tell her beforeā¦
She cut them off by entering the apartment. Two men were arguing in their living room- her dad, Daniel and a mustached guy with a big personality, the one she used to see in TV every single day. The Stark guy.
Tony Stark.
Tony Freaking Stark.
She wasn't sure if she was shock to see him. Yes, it was bizarre but it didn't surprise her, which was surprising to her part. Guess, too much TV.
"Daphne." Daniel intoned meekly, his hands were on the inside of his jeans' pocket. "Honey."
"The kid's all grown-up like what Pep said," the billionaire said, looking at her as if she was some invention of his. In awe. "Never thought I'll ever feel this insecure in my age." The older guy let out a laugh. Daphne could imagine him doing it with a drink in his hand.
"Tony," Daniel muttered out of exhaustion, closing his eyes. It was obvious that he was talking Stark for more than an hour. "Whatever you're going to say-"
"She has her mother's eyes, I can believe it." Tony commented and dramatically put his right hand on his mouth, facing Daniel "I knew it. You know, the first time I saw the two of you from a mis-"
"Please, Tony." Daniel begged. He took a step toward the shorter, guy. "Stop."
"What? I'm not saying anything." Tony said, raising both of his hands like a criminal caught by the police. "I'm not breaking any promises here, Cap-"he stopped, acting as a criminal doing the hand thing once again. "Cappuccino anyone?"
"What's going on, Dad?" Daphne asked, ignoring Stark sudden offer of coffee. "What is Tony Stark doing in our apartment?" She was looking directly at Daniel, pretending the other man wasn't in the same room. But she couldn't pretend not to notice Stark nodding as if she said something right.
"I'll explain it later but Mr. Stark has to go home first." Daniel responded and then gave Tony a look which Daphne translated into 'Go home, buddy. Let me handle my business on my own.'
THIS CHAPTER IS SHORTER THAN THE FIRST THREE. SORRY IF I CAN'T UPDATE REGULARLY BECAUSE I'M BUSY WITH OTHER STUFFS (LIKE SCHOOL) AND I'M NOT FEELING WELL, TOO.
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