CHOOSE ME!

Part 3

Alex's pov
I quickly looked at Charlie when I heard a little hiss slip from his mouth, the second he made eye contact with me and looked back down I was getting up to examine what he had done. He said it was fine but it looked like a pretty deep cut, how did he manage that from his nails, they must be sharp.

I gripped my hand around his neck tightly and the other touched the scratch gently. I felt him jump a little and my grip on his neck tightened, I could feel his pulse and it got really fast, I could also see the his ears go red. Was he shy because of me? I decided to test my theory, I bent over his shoulder, my hands not leaving his neck and grabbed a napkin for the blood. "Am I making you nervous?" I whispered seductively into his ear, his heart rate picked up again and his neck began to get warm. He turned to look at me in the eye, and I turned to look at him, damn he is beautifully sculpted.

Was I dreaming? Where did my confidence come from? Why was he becoming shy? I came back up and wiped away the last bit of blood from his neck and walked back to my seat and didn't dare look him in the eyes. I was embarrassed now, my confidence had been drained. We didn't talk or look at eachother after that.

"Thank you," I barely heard him say it was so soft and quiet. I then smiled and replied, "don't mention it." I looked at him but he wouldn't look at me, then a waitress came to our table, Charlie ordered for us as I clearly hadn't made up my mind. As he was ordering, I saw he was practically gawking at the girl, she was about our age. She was small and thin, she had dark hair and dark eyes to match, a perfect set. Doesn't he even see me sat here? Wait, doesn't he have a girlfriend?

Once she has left his eyes lingered on her until she was out of sight, jealousy ran through my body and warmed it up. Why was he making me feel like this, he can do whatever he wants to, it's not my problem. Why was I being so selfish, what about his girlfriend, did he have no shame but to practically drool over other girls, did she not come to his mind once?

My face went tight with anger, sadness and jealousy, he then looked at me again and an amused smile appeared on his lips, "did you see her-" he started but I cut him off, knowing exactly what he was about to say and I didn't think I had the strength for that. "Yes I did, and I'm sure your girlfriend would love to find out you've been looking there," I relied irritated, "why would she-" I had to cut him off again, confusion was painted across his face, "excuse me I have to go to the bathroom,"

I stayed for a second to see what he would do but apparently nothing. I practically ran to the bathroom, my hands gripped the side of the sink as I threw myself at it, tears filled my eyes, I knew he was no good but I didn't understand why I was so hurt by him. I knew I liked him but this was something different, I've liked people before, but this felt strange, something I'd never felt before. Maybe I only liked the idea of him.

My face went red and I gave in to the small tears running down my cold face. I lost track of time but I must have been in there for a while because I heard the door open, I tried to compose myself before the person came in. I looked on the mirror and saw him, Charlie came in slowly, looking around and then his eye locked with mine through the rounded mirror on the wall. His eyes looked sad and just as confused as mine.

He walked over to me, our eye not leaving eachother, one of us had to pull away at some pint but neither of us did. Then he stopped, looked down at me, grabbed my arm and turned me around in one swift motion. Our eyes reconnected the second I was facing him, our bodies pressed against eachother, neither one of us broke the silence. We just stood there and stared. "The food is here," he said, letting go of his grip in my forearm and coughing awkwardly. I nodded and he left.