Letting Go...

Chapter 7

   There standing in  my doorway, leaning against the frame, was Charlize. Her hair was in volumized curls around her shoulders and her blue eyes were staring intently at me, slightly narrowed as if she was analyzing me. Her lips were pursed and her arms were crossed over her chest tightly. She was still in her blue jeans and black sweater from school but had changed her black boot to plain white sneakers that were crossed as she tipped toward the door frame.

    "What are you doing here?" I asked in complete shock, unable to even try to hide it. I never thought I'd see the day that Charlize was in my room and yet here she was with a slight smirk on her lips.

    She stood straight and walked into the room closing the door behind her and looking around. She nodded in appreciation at the posters on the walls and the pictures on the shelves, not answering my question. She roamed around the room, touching things and biting her lip, before she stopped at my  desk and plopped down on the chair.

    She huffed and smiled at me as I just raised a shocked eyebrow. I hadn't expected to ever talk to her again or for her to ever talk to me again and now she was in my room, smiling at me. It was like I had fallen asleep and my dream just wanted to make me feel even more like shit.

    "So," I ventured awkwardly. "What're you doing here?" I felt a little happiness seep into my soul as I imagined that she might actually be here because she was worried about me, that despite her words this morning and her constant ignoring, that she actually cared for me.

    "Your mom invited me over." Or not.

    My brows scrunched. "My mom has your number?" The disbelief in my voice was palpable and she chuckled, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. Ahh, there she is. I had started to believe that this was an imposter with the same beautiful face as the Charlize I knew.

    "No. My mom works here, it wasn't hard for her to get my mom to call me." She explained as if I was a small child.

    I scoffed, "So what are you doing in my room? And furthermore, why exactly are you talking to me? There's no one here, you don't have to talk to me." I pointed out, somewhat rudely.  I felt bad but it was true, she only seemed to talk to me when people were around and I didn't know if it was just because it was polite or because she didn't want to appear rude.

    She sighed and took a deep breath through her nose, her shoulders rising before falling. Before she could speak I asked another round of questions. "Is this out of pity? Are you just talking to me because of what Mavis said? I don't need any pity conversations, Charlize."

    She tilted her head back on the chair and let out a loud groan from the back of her throat, to the ceiling. "Shut up!" She grumbled, moving her head down to scowl at me.

    "I'm trying to apologize here and you are making it very difficult." She accused, blinking at me in annoyance.

    I shook my head and chuckled. This girl was a fucking trip.

    Wait, did she just say "apologize"?

    I raised my hand for her to proceed and she gave me a pleasant smile, thanking me.

    "Julien, I apologize for ignoring you and Greg. I understand now that it was slightly rude and childish of me, especially when you guys just want to be friends. I'm sorry." She said sincerely, looking into my eyes as she said it with nothing but genuine remorse.

    I was so shocked and confused by what she was saying so, risking the chance of looking like an idiot, I had to ask, "What exactly is it that you're saying?"