Liar

Eleven

My eyes open and I notice the light blue walls next to my bed. It looks exactly like in my room.

Wait.

This is my room.

How did I come here? I mean, I've fallen asleep in Troy's room and wake up in mine? What the..

"Hello everyyyyyoneeee!" I hear Jake stumbling into the house and decide to look why he sounds so drunk. A quick look at the clock in the hallway tells me that it is eight in the morning.

"Jake?" Also if I'm confused enough that I woke up in my room, it confuses me even more that it wasn't Jake who brought me home. And the most confusing thing, Jake is drunk. I got sober during sleep, and it feels like I haven't drunk as much as I thought I have.

"Whasssuuuup!" In his hand is that vodka I've despised since I've met this bottle.

"Are you drunk?!" I am shocked, clearly. I know that I drank too, but Jake is so much more responsible and he knows that that is bad and I am too naïve to know what is bad and what is not.

Niall is bad, that's what I know.

"A little bit," he starts laughing.

"Jake, are you partying a lot in Columbia?" I can't but have to ask since Niall has told me about college being all about parties and stuff.

"Every weekend. Why?"

"Are you getting drunk at these parties?"

"Every weekend. Why?"

"Because, because, because," I am almost speechless, I'd never think of Jake being such a drunk party guy, I mean, we've been to parties a lot in New York but we haven't been drinking.

"You did not believe it,"

"Yeah!"

"Alright chicka," he says and heads up the stairs into his bedroom. It's Friday and I don't know what to do. My dad knows nothing about me attending a party all night yesterday and now that Jake's drunk I'm afraid of my dad noticing it.

I'm letting Jake sleep and get myself comfortable in the living room, watching Keep Up With The Kardashians. I actually don't like such reality shows but there's nothing better on television, so I decide to give it a chance. As Kendall and Kim talk about marriage there is a knock on the door and I stand up to open it. I turn the door knob and in front of me is an eighteen year old student with brown hair and brown eyes who I avoid seeing since two days.

"Why are you here?" I ask Liam.

"I want to apologize once more, I really didn't mean to be so crude and mean, I just, I don't know why I've done that," he sighs and for a short moment, I think of forgiving him but then I remember how hurt I was. I know this guy not even a week long and I was ready to open up for him to be my friend what I don't do often and then he calls me ugly and he has no idea how that hurt me.

"If that's what you've wanted to say then, hey! You said it! Now you can leave again, bye," I say, realizing what a cold person I actually am. A person has to hurt me once, and I'll turn that person down forever.

"April, please, I really didn't mean to say that you're ugly..."

"It's not about that anymore! You humiliated me. In front of those odd people and I am not interested in a friendship with you anymore. Hell, I would have let you in my heart because I started liking you and trust me, that doesn't happen that often."

"But, April, uh, but... Fuck that shit," Liam says and presses his lips against mine. His hands move to my cheeks, pulling me closer to his face. One hand is grabbing my hair and tugging on it gently. I keep my lips shut, but feel his tongue pushing and begging for entry, and after some moments I give in and part my lips. His tongue is massaging mine gently and his hands are moving to my waist now, pulling me even closer than before.

Then I realize what I'm actually doing here.

"Stop!" I pull away from that too passionate kiss and take a step back from Liam. His expression turns into a frown and I notice that I am.. Smiling? Why am I smiling?

"Was that so wrong? You told me that you're single, so why is it suddenly wrong now?"

"Because you fucking humiliated and hurt me!"

"I needed those lips,"

"What the fuck, Liam! We've known each other since Sunday! Not even a week! And hell, you act like you're loving me with all your heart! Don't fucking do that!"

"April...“

"Huh?" I know what he'll say now but I hope he won't.

"I've been in love with you since you moved to Attleboro. You never noticed me in class and it broke me," it's even worse than I thought it'd be.

"You're creepy! Fucking creepy! Leave this house and I don't want to see you ever again!" I yell at him, despite the fact that it probably hurts Liam.

"Creepy? I tell you that I love you and you say I'm creepy?!" He raises his voice before moving his hand up to my face and touching my cheek roughly.

Liam just hurt me physically.