Upon Meeting You

13

"So what have you guys been up to?" asks Irving, plopping down onto the couch.

"We just got back from the Santa Monica pier." I sigh dropping down beside him, placing my head on his shoulder as he wraps his arm around me. I look up to see Wilhelm already staring my way, although his eyes are mostly aimed towards, Irving's arm laid over my shoulders. I shift away from Irving, lifting myself up from the couch after noticing Wilhelm's stare.

"Sounds exhausting." Irving replies.

"Believe me it is. I was planning on relaxing when we got back." I raise my brows at Goren.

"We both know that isn't true because I never spend the night here without us making a fort and then watching movies." Goren responds, causing me to roll my eyes.

"Yeah but you would be my only company. Now I have to deal with these idiots." I motion at Irving and Wilhelm. "Does anyone want something to drink?" I ask as I begin walking backwards to the kitchen.

"Nope."

"No." I begin turning away at the sound of this.

"I'll come with you." Irving speaks up, causing me to stop in my tracks. I turn around and meet his eyes.

"Be my guest." I wave him towards me. My eyes look past him and meet Wilhelm's again. He looks between Irving and I questioningly causing me to furrow my brows.

He's acting so strange today.

Irving and I start for the kitchen together.

"How's school, Goren?" I hear Wilhelm's voice slowly fade as we near the kitchen.

"So what do you want?" I ask, referring to beverages.

"To know what the hell that is on your neck." I freeze at his words.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I avoid eye contact as I open the fridge.

"Don't play dumb with me, Nora." I hear the smirk in his voice.

"Shut up." I hiss quietly not wanting them to hear me in the other room. "I was a one time thi—" Irving raises a brow at my words. "Okay two time thing. But it's never happening again."

"Why not?" He asks, jumping up on the counter.

"Well for one... he's now my boss." I state the obvious. "And I don't know... he's a lot older than I am."

"And that bothers you..."

"No of course not."

"Then... what is it?"

"I don't know... I have a feeling it might bother him... Obviously it wouldn't matter when we're alone, but what if we go out and someone calls him my dad or something. I mean, he already looks down on me as if I were a child. I refuse to put myself in that position." I rant as I dig through my fridge, finally finding a water bottle.

"I didn't know you thought about it so much." He jokes.

"I haven't... " My cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"All jokes aside... I don't really think he sees it that way."

"You talked to him about it?" My eyes widen, horrified.

"No of course not. Wilkes doesn't talk about stuff like that."

"Then?" I question, confused.

"I can just tell. The minute I asked him about coming over here, he said 'yes'. No questions asked. Which isn't very Wilkes of him to do. I thought it was weird so I tried to brush it off. That was until we got here and he couldn't take his eyes off of you. Well technically, off of me touching you but that's besides the point."