The Best of Her

Chapter seventeen

Mavis.

"It was good, but not the best Marvel movie." I swindle the drink in my hand, feeling the weight of their stares as I gulp down a sip, the harsh burn of the liquor down my throat is a feeling that I will always love.

"And what's the best Marvel movie? Miss know it all," Axel's blue eyes narrow at me. He doesn't seem to be harboring any hard feelings for me anymore, but he keeps throwing comments like this, I don't know if it's just him teasing or he is picking on me. Either way I don't really care about him.

"Black Panther, the storyline and the cinematography is unmatched. We also have Thor Ragnarok if you're more into comedic relief and if you're more into action and the main Avengers you have Civil War, it's the best."

I lean closer and fold my arms on the table, "spiderman no way home is a very good movie don't get me wrong, I didn't say otherwise but people calling it the best marvel movie is a bit biased, the fact that Andrew Garfield and Toby Maguire are casted in it is what's making people saying it's the best. It's biased if you're an old spiderman fan."

Quiet filled our table until Jamie responded, "she is right." he always seems to be the one breaking the silence. Maybe the quiet makes him uncomfortable. Axel sends him a look before looking back at me. "You're annoying."

I shrug him off and lean back on the seat, my arm grazing June's. I was already feeling giddy with his hard gaze never leaving me once, but now feeling his skin on mine almost makes me jump out of my skin. His presence has become overwhelming, maybe it always was but I've only started to feel it and see it. I try to focus my attention back on the douchebag, "Says the obnoxious guy."

"I'm not obnoxious," he hardly retorts, I hold his gaze. "Do you prefer pathetic?"

He stands up, slide out of the booth and thrust his hands into his pockets readying himself to leave. He throws me one last glance before looking at June. He takes me by surprise when he toothy grin at him while June only shakes his head with an amused smile playing on his lips. "Goodnight, don't wait for me."

When he left I was looking around the table, seeing all of them amused by the interaction that just happened. "What was that?"

"Nothing, just Axel welcoming you." Nale finally spoke up, he could be invisible if he didn't talk from time to time. "He called me annoying, that's not very welcoming."

"That's his way of admitting that you impressed him with your Marvel talk." Jamie says. I look at June in question to only find him nodding along. "He is much like you, mean on the outside but with a soft core."

I scoff, "I'm nothing like him. I really meant it when I said he was obnoxious."

June only chuckles as he stands up, "come on I will take you home, it's getting late."

"I can walk."

He made a face before adding, "I will walk you." I didn't refuse because somehow I wanted him to. I stand up and turn to bid the rest of guys goodbye.

I had fun. I was reluctant at first when June asked me, I'm not a big fan of movie theaters, too many people in one place. And for me to like being around that many people, I have to be either drunk, high, or both. But I enjoyed it today, I didn't feel out of place or crippled with anxiety. And June helped a lot, always sticking by my side and making comments there and there to distract me. It's like he knew when I felt uncomfortable or not at ease, it's weird I never had someone being this attentive to me, my family not included.

"Wear your jacket, it's chilly tonight." this is what I'm talking about, these little things he says or does as if he cares. I put on my cardigan and my hair stuck inside, I was about to pull it out when his hands were already brushing the back of my neck, gently moving my hair out. I was stuck looking at him as he brushed strands of my hair to put them in place. His eyes moved to my face and he looked outstruck as if he didn't even expect himself. "I'm sorry, I should have asked."

God, he thinks I don't like him touching me. Even though I've never wanted someone to touch me as badly as him. I don't know how to tell him that so I show him. I take his hand and put it on my neck, my cheek, my arm and my waist. "I'm not going to break."

Eyes dilated, heavy breathing and a hint of flush on his cheeks. "I-" he lost his words. I made him lose his words. I smile. "You are adorable."

He frowns which makes him even more adorable. "I dont think that's what I want you to call me."

I arch an eyebrow in question. "And what do you want me to call you?" His hand that was still on my waist flexes sending shivers down my spine. "Handsome?" He says unsure.

I tilt my head to the side, "I'm sure you get told that everyday."

"Not by you."

I chuckle and take a steady step closer, "I will tell you, one day." I turn away from him, and start walking again before I did something stupid like kissing him. It looked so tempting, with the way he was looking at me, with the way his lips were looking. I shake my head at the mental image. I hear him jogging behind to catch up with me. "You're a fast walker."

"I would say that's one of my best qualities."

He was walking close to me, almost brushing each other at every step we take. And I wanted to tell him away, I wanted to feel him close, I don't know what I want. "You like running away."

I do. I try to stand my ground until I can't nor want to deal with it anymore. I mean if you don't push me, I'm not a confrontational person, but I do have severe anger issues that I do not know how to control. The best way is to leave me alone when I'm mad. I hate that part of me, impulsive and emotional are the worst combination.

"Mavis,"

I find his eyes and hum in response. "Did you reply to me in your head?"

It took me a moment to realize he is right, I didn't respond to him but I did in my head. He got me. Any other person would have thought I was ignoring them, but he didn't. This thing always got me into trouble, I forget to verbally reply or do it too late. "You're doing it again," he says with a sheepish smile.

"I don't mean to," I say not knowing how to make him understand without saying too much. He shrugs, "it's alright, one day I will get you to start talking and you won't want to stop."

"We are making a lot of promises tonight." I remark.

"Right. Now, we have to stick around each other long enough to make them happen." he is giving me his best pretty smile, the one that gets me feeling all types of things.

I don't want to give him any type of commitment, I don't want him disappointed in me. So I just nod in silence, until we arrive at my house and I open my mouth to tell him not to expect anything from me, to not trust my words because I'm a shitty person, to stay away from me before he regrets meeting me, But my words died at the tip of my tongue when his lips touched my forehead. "Goodnight, Mavis."

I watched his back as he retreated away. I want to yell at him to come back and kiss me again or yell at him to never do that again, because the feels of his soft lips on my head felt like feather kiss. But it was more than that, it was about the gesture that has me melting.

God, I'm so screwed.