"Your masculinity attracts me; Your steady strength supports me; Your tenderness sustains me; You are the perfect love for me. Please, don't leave. Stay. I love you." My eyes were getting ready to fill with tears as I ran through the piece of sheet in my hands. In black pen, a lovely poem was written on it, crumpled and dirty yellow. And he took the part where he said that my masculinity affects the poem is beautiful. But I'm not made of butter, and do not even live in the cabin of Aphrodite, and Chris Rodriguez has to understand that. He has to understand that what he did was not cool and that if I did not love him how much I do, he would be in a hospital now.

I threw away the little note, and pulled the comfotable covers , in a way that I could stand. But at the moment my feet touched the floor, I felt something different , it was not the carpet. These were things that seemed more delicate and certainly not as fluffy. With the corner of my eye I looked at the floor. They were ... red rose petals all over the floor. Producing much more than a pleasant aroma. They followed to the door made of dark wood. I opened the door and looked in the living room clock, which marked seven o'clock in the morning. In the room, the trail continued. I continued to follow it until it stoped. It was at the front door, where it offered to the streets. It was a big heart also made with white and red roses, again asking me to stay and giving lousy excuses, saying he would restore his error, etc. and such.

I stared in the mirror for a long time, and after gazing at the clock for a few seconds, I wondered if Chris thinks I'm stupid. The answer was yes. Seven and a half, so I threw it into my suitcase military green. I switched after a short bath , and called a taxi. The only person I felt bad for was the mother of Chris. That would have to make the child take the niece in her own wedding.
In half an hour I arrived at the airport that would take me to my house. I went to freeshop, I took an impromptu coffee, and when I past the federal police ,one of the guards looked at me and smiled. I could not see his features, most likely , it was not even anything so beautiful. I looked at his badge, was written: Chris Rodriguez. I felt the wind in my hair hit the heart to beat faster and faster. Suddenly, the man pulled me close to him, lean on my chest and I felt it in his sweat on the forehead, smelled his breath mint and could feel that warm skin touching me and provocative and hot. I wanted more of that but pushed him far. He looked at me and saw that it was Chris.

"I will give you all the love I have, and even borrow some with the Cupid is I need to." He joked and laughed.

"So funny, you are making me laugh to death." I said sarcastically, mimicking him.

His expression became serious, but cute. A curl fell to his eyes, I urged to fix it, but reminded myself that I no longer play with his curls. We are no longer dating.

"Clarisse, I love you. And I guarantee that I am the best of the best you will find. Come home with me, I swear I would never stand you up like that, I am telling you, I swear on my mother that someone held me in that room!" He said hysterically, but still on a low tone of voice.

"Chris…I have been mad at you, and that is all I have done. If you want me to punch you to death, or until your nose bleeds, which I know and you know is your soft spot, just let me know, because you are getting there." I said.

He cleared his throat, and gave the cops back their hat he borrowed. The wind batted on his forehead, and he looked at cute as I could see in my dreams. He cleared his throat again and started to sing on a high pitched voice, "You know you love me, you know you can. Just shout whenever, and I will be there… I don't the rest, and I am like…Baby, baby, baby, oh…"

"Shut it, Chris." He did surprisingly.

"You are not getting convinced are you?" He asked me.

"No."

"Okay, then. B." He texted something on his phone and said he was going to the men's room.

I sat by the flight times, hanging on the wall. Ms. Rodriguez approached.

"Hello, Ms. Rodriguez." I said in a bad mood.

"Hey Clarisse, daughter of Ares." How did she know it? That doesn't matter, Chris might've told her. "Chris told me about your problem."

"Problem? He makes things wrong, and creates lousy excuses. Never saw worst liar!" I murmured loud enough for her to hear.

"Clarisse. He wasn't lying. When, I woke up this morning, the key was on the door lock, I never leave it there, and there were scratches on the door, which proves he was trying to get out. Someone is trying to RUING YOUR RELATIONSHIP, DON'T LET THIS PERSON GETS WHAT WANTS…promise me something?" She confessed.

"Promise you what?"

END OF CHAPTER EIGHT

A/N: was longer, hoped you enjoyed it. And next one coming soon, I always say that don't i? Well, I try my best. Hanger on the endddd. If you liked it add it to your ALERT LIST and leave a review. Love you guys. :D