Chapter 5
"He's here!" Becca said standing in my doorway. I closed my book and glanced at the clock, "It's seven in the morning," I told her. She shrugged, "He's still here," she said. I climbed down my bed and grabbed my sunglasses. "Ok, ok," I said. I followed her downstairs, but stopped when I saw him. Is he going to laugh at me? Is he going to tell me what a freak I am? I looked over at Becca who nodded encouragingly then I walked over to him. "Um… hi," I whispered so softly I doubted he could hear me. He did. He shot up and he jumped up off of the couch. "Riley. Are you ok? What happened to you yesterday?" he asked. I stared at me feet and started rubbing my wrist. "I'm fine, I just freak out sometimes, it's nothing," I said, quoting dream me. He didn't look at me with pity. More like… well he looked a little scared. Scared? I looked up from my feet and into his eyes, waiting for the venom. I waited for him to tell me how ridiculous I looked.
He didn't.
"A-are you sure? Riley, are you sure you're ok?" he asked. Suddenly I was angry. Why does everyone ask if I'm ok even when I already say I am? Why can't they just listen? "Yes I already told you that! Why are you even here?" I yelled. I regretted it when I saw the look on his face. He looked defeated. "You said I could come," he said. I bit my lip, "I remember. Why are you here so early, though?" I asked. "I wanted to see if you were ok," he said. I sighed and sat down on the couch, "Yeah, you and everyone else," I said. He sat down next to me, "What do you mean?" he asked. I looked at him for a second, "It's nothing," I said. He frowned and looked like he was going to question me further, but he didn't. "Why did you wait down here for three hours yesterday?" I asked. He smiled, "I lo- I like you," he said. "You like me? But we only just met," I said. Not to mention you saw what my face looks like behind the sunglasses. He shrugged, "I know," he said.
He likes me? How could he like me? Even though I went through what I went through I can still recognize a good looking guy when I see one, and Seth well he was hot. He's lying a voice in my head said. How can anyone like you? You're a charity case; if he's here it's to investigate what happened to you. He wants to know, so he can then go show off to his friends. I felt tears in my eyes so I quickly faced away from Seth hoping he didn't notice.
He did. "Riley, I'm sorry did I say something wrong?" he asked, his voice getting softer almost as if he was afraid he would make it worse. "No. It's nothing," I told him looking down. I looked back up into his eyes, "Why do you like me? You've seen what my face really looks like," I said, my voice deadly calm. After years of reactions to my face I've learned to cover up what I'm feeling. To some people it might seem like I don't care, but my family knows the truth. I'm scared of all the judgment. But then again, who isn't? "I know, but that doesn't matter. That's only physical, it's what's on the inside that matters," he said. It wasn't the right time to do it, but my emotions seemed to have gone haywire. I laughed. It was so cheesy and such a Becca thing to say that I couldn't help but laugh. I laughed and laughed and when I looked up Seth was smiling. He had a confused look on his face, but he was still smiling. "Sit down," I said. He did and I sat down next to him.
"We just met two days ago and already we're having a melodramatic moment," I said. He laughed at that. He didn't seem embarrassed that I had laughed at him, just happy that I was happy. "I think we should learn a bit more about each other," I said. He nodded, "What do you want to know? I'm an open book," he said with a grin. He had a smile that made me want to smile. "Well, what's your favorite color?" I asked. He thought about it for a second, "Red," he said, "Yours?" I didn't have to think about it, "Blue. You're turn," I said. "What's your favorite animal?" he asked. I thought back to the wolf in my backyard last night, "Cats," I said. That made him laugh, "Dogs," he said and I smiled a little. "If you could be any animal what would you be?" I asked. "A wolf," he said, smiling like he had some kind of secret. Hmmm. "Why do you wear those sunglasses?" he asked. Suddenly the happy mood was gone and you could cut the tension in the air with a knife.
My hand went over to my wrist and I rubbed a scar, "I…well…It's not…It's not the prettiest face, you know? When people can't see so much of it, they don't judge as much," I said. He stiffened and started shaking a bit. Weird. He grabbed my hand, I wanted to pull away but I didn't. He felt hot. "You're beautiful. You know that, don't you?" he asked. Now I did pull away. I looked down at me feet and adjusted my sunglasses. He reached up, as if to touch my face, but then thought better of it. I bit my lip, "You sound just like my sister," I said, in barely more than a whisper. He smiled a little bit, "Your sister's right," he said. I liked his voice, it was happy and bubbly. "I have a question," he said with a smile. "What?" I asked. "Do you want to go see a movie with me?" he asked. I could feel the heat rush to my cheeks, "Like…like a date?" I asked.
I feel really, really horrible for making this chapter so short. Also for ending it like this. Okay so I'm sorry for ending it like this... but still. Next chapter will be A LOT longer I SWEAR Maybe even three thousand words if you guys are good. I WANT 5 REVIEWS! Please! Okay so that's all.
Disclaimer- We're obviously not Stephenie Meyer so none of the original Twilight stuff belongs to us.