Oblivious

Chapter 5-

Boscha POV:

Winning over someone you slightly still hate- I mean, Amity did it, so it's possible. But not me. I'm strong or I'm nothing. I've built everything around that. No force would ever have the ability to change that. Not even 'Plant Girl' 

And if I'm honest I don't know what I'm feeling! All I know is I think I like her...but I think I'm wrong.

Bang 

I knock on her door, a bit harder than I would have wished. But I needed to talk to her.

"Boscha? Why are you-"

"Willow. Hi"

"You called me Willow and not Plant Girl? Uhm, what's going on?"

Honestly, I didn't even know what exactly was going on. But I knew a bit more than she did. Which only made me more unsure of it.

"I wanted to talk to you."

"Why?"

Why? I don't know why. My feet just walked me here. But my head never had a say in that, or at least that's how I felt. 

"Is it wrong for me to just want to talk to you?"

"No. I guess not. Come in."

I walk into her house. It's open, but it's empty. She walks me into a side room filled with windows, there's a couch and a chair. She guides me to the chair as she sits on the couch.

"Y-your house is nice,"

I manage to mumble out.

"Thanks, I guess"

I see her try to hide a smile. I guess I was more emotionally damaging to her than I ever fathomed.

"Listen, I'm sorry about... everything."

"You're what"

"Sorry."

"That means nothing coming out of your mouth. But it would be rude if I didn't accept your apology. So thank you."

I nod. The knot in my stomach only growing. I truly didn't realize it. I was just being what I knew I had to be. I always saw  Willow as a 'weirdo' as Luz calls it. To me, it was a game. And I was oblivious to how bad it hurt people. I knew it could make her upset for the minute, but not so upset she didn't even want to have me in her house. Or accept my apology.

"So, can you leave now?"

"I actually wanted to talk to you, if that's alright"

"Sure."

"First off, have you heard anything from Luz? Amity hasn't answered my calls and she wasn't even at her house."

"No. I haven't."

"Oh. O-okay"

There was an awkward moment of silence  

"Boscha, why did you want to come here"

"I dont know."

"I mean, you have to know if you came here!"

The wind blew through the open window. blowing the long red curtains. 

"Look, Willow. Amity's facing her fear. She is everyday."

"What?"

"She likes Luz, and she fears rejection. Yet, she talks to her and she tries to make Luz realize it even though she's so oblivious"

"I know. Why does that matter though"

"Because, I just wanted to be a little more like her"

"So why did you need to talk to me about that"

"Talking to you is the only way I can do what she does."

She looked confused at first, as if she was trying to process what I had just said, and I don't blame her. All of a sudden, she quickly looked at me.

"You know what never mind all of this was a mistake- I'm sorry- I shouldn't have come-"

I stood up, fumbling over my words. I grabbed my bag off the couch and turned around to walk out. I didn't even want to look her. I mean, what the hell was I doing? Willow hates me and I thought maybe she would like me back? No. I'm such an idiot.

"Boscha you don't have to leave"

It was too late. I closed the door just as she finished. I wasn't going back in.  I start running back to my house, my phone buzzing with texts. I look down.

Mrs. Blight:                                                                                                                                                                                Is Amity with you? That girl is about to get murdered.

Mrs. Blight:                                                                                                                                                                             Hello???

I don't answer. 

"Boscha wait"

I turn around to see Willow standing, just feet behind me.

"Willow forget I said anything~"

"No. You're the first person to say that you like me. I'm not ignoring that."

I just sighed.

"I don't why I said that. It was really stupid"

"So liking me is stupid then?"

Shit. Now I've dug myself into a hole, classic Boscha. I better think of something quick. Like really quick. Or I'm dead.

"No. Me liking you is stupid"

"Why"

"I don't know." 

We both starred at eachother, no one spoke. It felt like an eternity. I was already halfway to telling her. So what did it hurt to just ask for reciprocation?

"Um. Do you- like- me too?"

"Well uh."

There was complete silence, she fidgeted with her hands, I could tell she was trying to figure out how to reject me nicely.

"Listen, Boscha. We're rivals. Well, we were rivals. If we talk some more, maybe I'll end up liking you. We just have to see how this will play out. Maybe not today, but someday."

"Yeah. Someday."

"I'd still want to be friends with you though. Just, don't throw gum at me? Please?"

We both laughed a little. I got rejected, but did I? I couldn't tell. She said someday she might like me back, and that's not a never.

It was little bit of hope, some promise that I knew might be broken very soon. Yet somehow, it was the only thing that kept me going for the next few weeks. Since little did I know, the whole world was going to change, and not just for me.