Poisoned Game

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

––Rosalie Cartier––

Walking up the stairs was a little hard for me considering I didn't have my crunches and my leg and side was hurting very badly. Although Delilah did help me for the most part, I still couldn't help but to complain. One step after the other she was there until we got to the top.

When we got here, she gasped. I knew  she wouldn't believe this all because I couldn't even believe that I did this all  last minute; it was quite frankly the most impossible thing that I've come across but it was worth it seeing her smile.

  "Rosalie, this is..." She trailed off, as she turned to glance at me. "This is truly amazing."

She then turned around fully to me with the brightest smile on her face. My heart literally melted. I couldn't believe she could make me feel that way because of her smile.

  "I had this planned at the last minute but Lucas and Oj helped. Oj said something about us getting together being the best idea that he's ever heard." I said, truthly.

She gave me a weird look letting me know that she was confused but also still happy. The smile on her lips made it so that she wanted to enjoy this moment but her body language made it so that she had something to say; an uncomfortable stance.

  "Come on, What's on your mind?" I asked before I limped over to her a bit.

  "I just don't understand why Oj of all people would be happy that we could end up together. He's Oliver's son." She pointed out,

What did that have to do with anything? I mean sure his father was the devil made into a walking failure but that wasn't Oj. Oj wasn't anything like his parents and she shouldn't judge him for that either.

  "Oliver is his own person, Lilah." I assured her,

  "What did I say about that?" She gave me a glare as her arms hugged her body letting me know she was cold.

I sighed before limping over to the basket and grabbed her a blanket. I then wrapped it around her shoulders before cupping her face and kissing her forehead.

  "Fine, I'll stop. But I can't help it." I say as I pull her down with me to sit on the blanket that was laid out on the floor.

Surrounding us were candles, Apple cider, a basket of all of her favorite snacks as well as mine with one of both our favorite dishes, Shrimp Alfredo. It was probably cold seeing as it's been wrapped up in there for 30 minutes but everything couldn't be perfect.

  "This is the sweetest thing a person has done for me." She says before looking up at me as our eyes locked in a gaze. "Thank you."

My heart fluttered as my mind filled with so many things to say to her. So many right things I could have blurted out in this moment but my stupid mouth had to object and be idiotic.

  "You're welcome, I guess." I mentally smacked myself.

I guess? She's going to think I hate her or that I'm not interested in this and I can say that I totally am but something in this world had to be against me and it was my own damn self.

  She looked away from me and towards the basket, "So, what did you pack in there?" She asked,

  "Uhh, well, I didn't want to bring alcohol with me because we are minors and the whole drinking and smoking stuff doesn't even come off as attractive, So, I brought the closest thing to it." I then took out the apple cider bottle and then a couple of small cranberry juice bottles.

She laughed at the site of what I was preferring the juices to and I couldn't help but to laugh along with her. Not because of my stupid attempt at being thoughtful but because her laughter was so contagious and cute all in one.