Song: Quiet
Artist: Demi Lovato
"Well, aren't you going to say anything?" I looked at Eli from across the table, waiting for his reply. We had been at the Dot for a half hour now, and neither of us had really spoken. "I don't like these games, Eli."
I had caught him here last night with Bianca, doing who knows what. I figured that we could talk it out here. I guess I was the only one that wanted to talk. After a minute, he started. "I'm not a big fan of games either. Which is why I don't why we're here."
I looked at him, shocked from his response. He didn't know why we were here? We were here to talk about why he was with Bianca last night. I told him exactly that, and he shook his head no, laughing at my anger. "You're laughing at me? That's just great." I picked up my coffee and took a furious sip, not even minding how bad it tasted.
His eyes drifted all around the room, looking down at the floor and up at the ceiling. He noticed someone he knew, and smiled. He then waved, and turned back to me. "This is crazy, Clare. We should just go."
I stood up without speaking and left, leaving a five dollar bill on the table. That should be enough for my two cups of coffee, and if it wasn't, he could cover the rest. I waved goodbye to Peter and I was out the door, nearly crying. I didn't understand why he was doing this. Bianca just ruined everything for everyone. And now, I officially hated her guts.
I got back to my house and sat in my room, forgetting how much I hated the silence. I could hear what Eli was thinking in his head, and his thoughts were screaming at me. I cranked up the radio and let the music drown out my troubles. I can't believe I'm saying this, but now, I honestly don't care about him anymore. Fuck you, Eli.
i hear what you're not saying
it's driving me crazy
it's like we stopped breathing in this room
i wish you'd make your move
it's much too quiet in here