A Complicated Completion

e i g h t e e n - get lost con

T O M M E N

As soon as he left, I shifted closer to her. Glad to be alone.

But she wiggled our of my arms, and moved an arms lengths away with a scowl slashed across her face.

"Don't be like that," I was annoyed that she was annoyed adding to the ambiance of annoyance.

Is that the word of the week?

"Don't show me up in front of Pad." Her voice was clipped, authoritative.

I didn't want to 'show her up' I just didn't wanted to be threatened by a lower class northern 'best friend'.

I sound like a bloody Tory.

"What? When did I?"

"Boyfriend, really?"

"What were you going to say, friend?"

"It doesn't matter, Paddy wouldn't judge."

"I'm not bothered about him judging."

"Then what is your problem?"

She had no idea. Vin was completely right. Should I break it to her?

"He loves you."

"As a mate, Tom."

"No not as a mate. He like love loves you. Would die for you, give his heart to you, that type of crap."

"No he doesn't."

"If you saw the way he looked at you, like you are the most beautiful thing that has ever walked the earth. The type of girl that would make Aphrodite look ugly."

She was 100% that type of girl, but she doesn't need a big head.

She looked stunned. This was definitely new information to her.

"You're reading it wrong, he doesn't. He's my brother basically."

"Have you said that to him?"

"A million times."

Ouch, that one must hurt if she said that to me I'd be wounded.

She's not the type of girl people want to be brother zoned by. She's stunning, smart and you just know whoever wins her heart is one lucky man. If she says that to you a 'million times' it must get harder each time.

I feel bad for the kid I do, he's missed his chance and will spend his whole life wishing that she could love him back. But still I was jealous of the prick, he knows her like no one else, like I want to know her.

The air was viscous, and it almost hurt to move or speak. Because one of us was going to break, and I truly hoped it wasn't her.

I didn't want to crush her by breaking the truth that her 'brother' was the typical boy next door in every Hollywood film, the person who lusts after the lead but never gets her under the facade of 'we're best friends.'

She was close to me, torso almost pressing onto mine, her lips only a short distance away. So I tried to fix it, the way everyone else fixes it, the way I normally fix things. By distracting hurt with love.

I kissed her, but she didn't kiss me back. She pulled roughly away .

"What the hell, Tom!"

I was dazed. I'm officially rubbish  at girls.

"Get out!"

"What?"

"Walk upstairs and out the door."

"Why?"

"You've pissed me off."

I grabbed her arm, as softly as I could.

"No Tom, you can't act like this," she moved her hand up and down - cute- wait no I'm annoyed, "You're making me and yourself look stupid, and you can't even see what the problem is. And you bloody kissed me, like that would fix anything."

Her tangent felt everlasting, it taking a lot of her breath and too much of my time. She was overreacting.

"Get lost, Con."

I sounded done. I was done. This situation was irrational, and blown out of proportion.

Her eyes widened and she looked at me in disbelief. What had I said that was different that all the other back and forth.

"Say that again," her voice was low and quivering almost as if she might break.

"Get lost."

"You never even noticed what you did."

I looked at her like she had 3 heads, but I think right now I'd prefer a three headed calm Eliza than this very angry one.

"You called me Con."

Crap. She wasn't like Con at all. Con was manipulative and rotten on the inside. Eliza was everything I needed, a hard exterior and a soft inside. Someone broken like me but wasn't not going to move on from her problems.

"I didn't mean it, you're not like her, at all."

"Just go Tommen."  Defeat reigned in her voice, i had won the battle but at what cost.

I grabbed my coat, and fumbled around for my keys. I looked back at her, tears slightly brimming near the bottom of her eyes, a shaking lip that she bit and tug out of stress.

I felt awful. Horrible. Monstrous. I never wanted her to feel like that.

"I am sorry, Eliza."

Fuck. Fuck.

She was the one thing that was changing in my life in the right way. We weren't even a thing but every second she was next to me I felt calmer, like she was meant to be there. But I've just gone and messed it up.

I took a deep breath and closed her door, I saw the ominous figure of her actual brother at the top of the stairs before I left.

He never was in their house, but Eliza always said he was the better part of their family and she wanted us to meet. I've just thrown that one out of the window, he probably could hear the screaming and worried for her.