Day 4.
(words, make me, century – the only way I know how to feel, boys like girls)
First argument.
believing I was never meant
to touch the face of something real
these so-called 'scars' will never heal
"What were you even thinking, Lorcan, can you tell me that?" Her words weren't even close to touching him - he knew that this time he was invincible - and seeing her eyes burning like spitfire made him want to clench his fist in victory.
"What I was thinking? Lucy, really, it's not like I've done anything wrong." He felt a smile spreading across his lips.
"You did nothing wrong? Lorcan, before I went out of my way to befriend you because you seemed lonely, you had nobody. When I got with you, you know that it made you popular – because of me you're no longer friendless!"
"You made me popular? What?"
"Yes, it was like that, thank you very much. You can't possibly deny it, Lorcan. Before you and I got together, you were no one, but now, now you are so interesting, and so mysterious." Something inside of him began to sink as she spoke. "You don't know how to interact with people at all, do you?"
He didn't know what to say, how to respond to what she had said. "I do know how to be with people."
"So, you suppose it's as it should be when you snog my damn cousin, when you're my boyfriend? You really think that's how things should be?"
A century could have passed, with Lorcan still not even being close to figuring out what he could answer that with.
"Oh, just leave already." She sat down against the wall, and Lorcan looked at her. Her eyes were closed, and he wanted to shout "make me!" at her; he wanted to rage and he wanted her to look at him with love in her eyes - he wanted everything to just be back to normal.
Before he could react, she stormed out of the room without a word.