Maybe I Don't Hate You

Chapter 8

Scarlett's pov:

"Thank you Scarlett," Nex said.

She was now fully dressed and dry, sitting next to me on the couch.

"For what?" I asked.

I lowered the TV that I had put on for us to watch.

"For just...for doing this- uh like for uhm," she sputtered.

I laughed. Her lack of words was cute.

"You're welcome Nex. This house is pretty big to be alone in anyways," I said.

"Yeah actually, it's huge. I could definitely like live in your bathroom."

"Nex?"

"Yeah?"

"Instead of being like mortal enemies that hook up, we could be friends...that hook up-maybe? Like friends with benefits?"

"I think we could manage that, yeah."

"Okay, cool. But like, keep it outside of school maybe? Because if my friends find out, I feel like they'd be suspicious, and they'd probably get all weird, and I know that's not your problem because like you don't care b-but like-"

"Is that what you want?" Nex asked, effectively putting an end to my ongoing speech.

I nodded my head yes.

"Then that's what we'll do."

She laid her head down on my lap, stretching her legs out.

Looking up at me she said, "I'm hungry, you got food?"

"Not really but my parents left me a whole lot of money for food...Anything you wanna try?"

"I'm fine with anything honestly. I haven't eaten since like- I don't know, but you get the point."

I patted her stomach and smiled.

"Yeah, I get the point. Pizza?"

"Sounds good to me."

I ordered a half pepperoni, half plain cheese pie from the pizzeria close by.

"They'll be here in about half an hour," I said when I got off the phone.

"Alright, what do you wanna do in the meantime?," Nex asked.

"How about, we get to know each other better? We're friends now after all."

"Okay sure, how do you want to do that though?"

"Tell me something about yourself that I don't know, and I'll do the same."

I stared down at the girl in my lap as she thought.

"Okay, I've got something," she said.

"Is it like, crazy?"

"Honestly, yeah."

"Proceed."

"Okay." She shifted her head to look up at me better.

"It was the summer after tenth grade year, so I was visiting family in Brooklyn. I really didn't want to but my aunt dragged me along," she said.

"Mhm"

"There was this cute girl at the Bodega on the corner. We talked for a bit and eventually, I went back to her house."

"Why in the world would you go to a girl who you just met's house?"

"Hush and listen."

"Fine."

"We were 'going at it' but her dad walked in on us. He was like super mad. I don't know why. And it wasn't homophobia cuz he thought I was a dude..."