Scarred

Chapter 11.

Eliza

"Did something happen before I came?" My best friend asks as she bites into a slice of the pizza that I'm sure is laced with Theo and I's bacteria. "Or is that just his usual angry self?"

"That's pretty much his usual angry self," I answer, a hint of bitterness littered in my tone. "But something did happen."

"I felt the tension," she tells me.

"We were watching a movie, in my room."

"What movie?"

"Cinderella."

"Romantic."

"And we almost kissed."

"I wish I could gasp and tell you how surprised I am. But then I'd be lying," she says calmly, as she takes her last bite.

"Funny," I mutter, as I take a seat on a stool. "It was a bad idea," I think aloud.

"What was?" Olivia asks as she pulls up a stool next to me.

"Asking him to watch a movie. Just... Everything."

"Why, because you didn't quite kiss yet?"

"No, because we were about to kiss in the first place. I don't know him Olivia. I really don't. All I know is his name. Everything else is a puzzle piece to me, a puzzle piece that he's not trying to fill in. And now I've got myself into this stupid position where I've known this boy for less than a week, and I'm already wanting to kiss him."

"Okay but so what?" Is the response I get. "Some people become attracted to each other the moment they lay eyes on each other. That doesn't make them, or you, any less of a human. And maybe it didn't happen today, but he's living with you, Eliza. You've still got plenty of opportunities."

"You really think he wants anything to do with me after the way he just stormed out of here?" I question rhetorically.

"I'm sure that was because of me. I mean, it was right after I brought up your mother..."

"Regardless, it was rude. He didn't even greet you."

"Am I allowed to call him a jerk now? I mean, I've met him and I think it's imperative for me to come to my own conclusion of him now."

I look at her, my face portraying nothing but despair. I wish she wouldn't come to that conclusion. But that seems to be the only option for her.

"In all fairness, he wasn't so bad before. He was actually quite... Friendly. Like, he smiled. And laughed," I finally say.

"Wow, that makes him such a great guy!" She screeches, and I roll her eyes at her use of sadistic sarcasm in this situation. "And by the way, what was all that with the pizza?"

"We had an argument right before you came about who should get the last pizza. He obviously decided that you should," I joke, a small smile creeping on my face.

"Married couple much? I do have to say though..." Her voice drifts off.

"Go on."