𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 81 | Once More

"What?" I grinded my teeth together, I feel like I never do that enough honestly. My teeth are going to be dust by the end of this damn day.

"Make it again." He mockingly stared, tipping the mug, spilling it into the sink.

My mouth gaped open in anger and blasphemy. "Why did you do that?"

"You have time, that tasted like terribly made black coffee." He crossed his arms, flexing his biceps, and I looked away, entirely too angry.

Damn it, and I wasn't even aiming for black coffee. Was it actually that bad? I thought I did good for that quick?

I snatched the mug from him fast and looked into it, spotting some coffee still left over. I glanced at him and rolled my eyes, tipping it as I waterfalled what was left.

"Afraid of cooties?" He mocked, watching me finish the mug.

"Yes, especially yours." I spat.

"Doubt that." He grinned.

I physically spat out the drink and felt like barfing. It was bad, like dead bad. How does he have such a straight face? He took a huge swig too, he's gotta be in pain.

I pressed some buttons and pulled flavor out of the cabinet. If I put effort into it this time then I won't have to do it again.

He watched in silence and I tried to ignore his eyes on my face. My recent anger surfaced again and got the better of me.

"I got a bug on my face or something?" I growled, whipping my head to him.

"No."

"Then can you stop looking at me?" I asked, letting how pissy I was show, just a smidge.

"No."

I pulled my hand, dragging it across my face as he laughed.

Ding.

Finally. I took the mug and swished it around a bit in my hand before giving it to him. He eyed the mug then me, and took a long sip.

"Hm." He said pulling the mug a little ways away from him, staring at it.

"Hm?" I mocked, hopeful.

"Taste it." He commanded, offering it to me, the handle faced to him.

I reached for it and he pulled it back from my reach.

"If you want me to taste it you're going to have to give it to me." I pressed a fake laugh.

"Sip." He said and held the cup to my face.

Huh? Whatever, I don't have time for this right now.

I tilted my head forward, gonna have to forget about cooties for now. I couldn't help but meet his eyes as I dipped my head down to the cup, his dark eyes stuck to my lips. I took a swig and stood back.

"Hm." I said, letting the taste linger and spread throughout my tastebuds.

"Yeah." He tilted his head, still gazing at me. "Weird."

"I like it." I say, reaching for the mug, thinking he didn't enjoy it.

"I do too." He raises an eyebrow to me, snatching it away possessively.

He raises the mug to his lips and tilts his head up a bit, revealing his Adam's apple. I rolled my eyes subtly and looked away. I close my eyes in frustration and hear him gulping.

"Another." He ordered, prompting me to turn back around to face him.

"What? I literally just made that." I said, snatching it from him, in disbelief at how fast he chugged it. "You are acting like a child, I'm not your mommy."

He breathed in deeply with a grin and raised an eyebrow as my face flared red. I swiftly spun to the coffee maker, slamming the mug down with two hands as my cheeks grew hot. So hot as to make them almost eject steam. I squeezed my eyes shut pushing buttons, then grabbing flavor from the cabinet just like the last time.

It's like this: he seems so flirty and open but he's also such a distant dick. He's like a teenager going through mood swings and I feel like I can't read him. I wish at least once, I could read his mind, see what he's thinking. Does he genuinely enjoy being a dick to me? Teasing me? Leading me on? Does he do this with every girl? He seems very practiced, experienced. It wouldn't be believable if he told me he didn't lead on everyone. He would more than likely say that just to save his own skin, to not seem like a dick playboy. He is though, and that's the problem. At least from what I can see.

It's annoying though, every time I think about him it's as if I'm just making the same inferences. It's the same thoughts over and over, they never feel different. That's obviously because he doesn't change, always teases me with no break. I can wish for it to be different but I say that every time I think about this. What good will it do if I just wish? I need to start doing. Not necessarily make a romantic move but I think we could be good friends, right? I just need to make a thoughtful move, I don't want to hate the guy anymore. I just want us to be cordial.

I can't do it tonight though, especially since he's more than likely going to keep a grudge about the coffee earlier. Maybe even the coffee from a second ago that was so disgusting. Even though I'm making him more than a new cup. Hopefully tomorrow, the sooner the better. Especially since I'm going to this birthday party with him next week, I need to make friends before anything gets worse.

I'm just in fear for tonight.