×Lucy×
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“Yeah?”

“I want to ask you another question?”

I nodded, a bit relaxed now.

“Do you hate me?”

The atmosphere was silent for several minutes.

“All those days, you couldn't read me or my actions?”

His face lit up in amusement then it fell.

“Um, okay. Also I'm sorry. I find it hard to read so no.”

My mouth formed an ‘o’ and I looked away.

“I'm…sorry.”

“Yeah. Sure.”

“I really am. I didn't mean it like that.”

He shrugged. “I was being an asshole.”

My brows peaked.

Was he actually saying he did something wrong?

“It did hurt though. I've gone through a lot because of it. And the way you said it made it seem like I was...like that on purpose. Like-”

“Alexis, as much as I'm sorry that you felt that way and that I made you remember about it, I didn't actually say anything about it. I remember my exact words were ‘don’t you…I don't know, use your brain sometimes?' I didn't even think of that."

“I guess it was me and my insecurities.”

I chuckled a little mockingly.
“It's strange to hear you talk about insecurities.”

He gave me a serious look. “What's that supposed to mean? I have–” then his face morphed into something unserious and he smirked. “You don't think I'm the kind of guy to have insecurities?”

I blinked and my face grew a little hot as I suddenly realized what he meant.
“Oh come on, don't go all humble right now. Everyone, including you, knows how cool and good looking and sporty you are…”

Alexis was blushing furiously and I was feeling so uncomfortable.

“What?”

He cleared his throat, his face going back to its normal colour. “Sorry, um I get shy when people compliment me.”

My eyes widened and I laughed loudly.
"Are you serious? Shy? I'm sure everyone expects you to even gloat about it and be like ‘Um yes of course!’”

“Well, I do behave that way so I'm not surprised people think that.”

“Yeah, I'm sure you're supposed to be used to people worshiping and ogling you.”

He shrugged with a shoulder. “I don't really care about that. I am used to it but I'd prefer when I have people that actually care about me. Like they know who I really am. My fears, my dreams, my likes…”

“You don't have any real friends?”

“Besides Trevor, who I'm not sure is really a friend anymore…no, not really.”

“What about you? Um, if you're comfortable with sharing that," he asked.

I shrugged. “We've already begun. Won't make sense if I back down now.”

I took a deep breath before I began. “Before now, like when I was a kid…I had some friends. Betrayed me so I didn't want to have friends anymore…forever.”

He chuckled.

“Until…I met Carl.”

His expression changed.

“And then Maddie. So those two for now.”

“That's really good. I'm so happy for you.”

I gave him a tight smile.
“I hope you and Trevor work out. You guys seem close. It'll be sad if, well after everything, if we survive, you guys drift apart.”

He sighed and nodded. He looked tired.

“Don't you think you should go back?”

He blinked and rubbed his eyes. “Why do you say that?”

“You seem tired. I understand. The whole fight thing was draining.”

“Yeah, I am. But talking with you is making me less tired.” Then he winked.

What.....?

I laughed nervously and looked up at the clouds.

“It's pretty late though. Tired or not, I think we should go back.”

Then he surprised me by shifting on the grass till he was sitting really close to me, by my side.

“Sure,” he whispered once he had made himself comfortable and me really uncomfortable. “but I want to tell you one more thing before we go.”

My heart pounded against my chest.
That statement sounded... ominous.

“Have people ever told you how amazing you are?”

I froze and didn't mutter a sound.

“Um, yeah they probably have…um." Thankfully, he was as uncomfortable as I was.

I stared at the grass below me and studied their pretty colour. My eyes suddenly moved to my lower leg and settled on my ankle.

I could just tap the anklet with my other leg and teleport out of here.

“Thanks? I mean, yeah kinda…”

“Okay, I've got to let this out of my chest now.”

I looked at him curiously as he began.

“I like you Lucy. I really do. I always have but I've never shown it. I always behaved like an asshole and because of that you hate me and I deserve it! But…I can't keep this in anymore. I just wanted you to know.” he sighed and continued his ramble as I stared at him like I'd seen a ghost. “I think you're really pretty and so talented, like your poems are so amazing!”

“Okay, okay that's enough,” I laughed lightly. My cheeks were burning and my chest fluttered. That was...huge and the way I was taking it was so chill.

“Um, I also think you're an amazing person too. You're nicer than I thought at first and you're really shy.” I laughed lightly while he looked at me intensely. “and you're also talented. You're good at sports and stuff and you're also good looking…"

He wasn't saying anything.

“Should I have said that? I was just trying to say something nice and true back…”

I suddenly realized that Alexis was leaning in slowly. My face heated up and I didn't know what to do. I couldn't help but think about how handsome he actually was now I could see his face clearly. And him being nicer than I'd never known him made him look even more endearing. Our faces were literally an inch apart.

What in the name of Buda was actually happening?

Then I remembered…

I pulled back immediately and got up.

“What?”

I raised my eyebrows at him and dusted my suit.

“I'm with Carl. I can't do that, sorry.”

He nodded but I could see the pain in his eyes.

“It was nice talking to you though. Goodnight Alexis.”

Then I vanished and appeared in my room.
I slumped to the ground and covered my face with my palms, breathing rapidly.

After a while, I shook my head and got up.

Nothing happened. Nothing happened. Nothing happened.

I changed back to my normal clothes, took a shower and changed for bed.

Once I got into bed, thoughts of the entire day flashed through my mind. I tried to ignore the strange feeling in my stomach that was making me feel confused and overwhelmed and nauseous.

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Glad. This. Is. Over.

...the most cringee thing I've ever written.