Today was awful, so here is the next chapter, which is filled with more boys. The internet really cheers me up :D
Instead of driving home, Pietro suggested that we walk. Just us two. I'm not entirely sure what I should think of this… but of course I said yes. He doesn't seem that bad, just too stupid to realize that what he's doing is wrong. I realize, I just don't care.
We walk beside each other; him in his suit and me in my crappy Wanda clothes.
"I can't believe you ate both deserts. Do you eat like that often?"
"Not really, but obviously it doesn't really affect me" It actually does, but being starved for half my life at least gave me a decent body.
"You look…" He starts to say, stuttering.
"Hideous? Weird? Different? Ugly?" No, I'm not fishing for compliments, well, maybe a little.
"…beautiful. What's so wrong with looking different? And you're not ugly. Girls always say they are, but they aren't… usually"
"Wow, you have a heart."
"Shocking, I know" He jokes.
We go quiet for a moment, and all I do is feel the breeze rustling the leaves on the trees around us. Alright, this is getting awkward and I just need to start a conversation.
I turn to look at him, and he does the same. What should we do? Don't mess anything up, that's what.
"Thanks for the compliment, by the way"
He shrugs. "Don't worry, I'm just telling the truth, for the first time in a long time"
Someone's mysterious.
"I still can't believe bad guys laugh, unless they are killing someone"
"But you're bad." Pietro states. I'm not bad.
"No, I'm not… I've never... never mind" I was about to say that I've never killed anyone. Boy was that a lie.
"Never what? You can tell me these things, you know" He stops walking, so naturally I do to. He grabs my hand and spins me around so we're facing each other.
"No, I can't. You don't understand."
"Fine, maybe I don't understand or maybe I would, but I guess we'll never know. I was going to run you home but you can walk yourself." He zooms off, leaving me with myself and the wind.
And that is how you push someone away, whether you intended for it or not. This is what I'm supposed to want; instead, it just leaves me even emptier.