Who She Is

~50~

Alyx's POV

I shut the door behind me and glance up to Amaya walking in front of me. Past her blonde hair, I see a hint of pink on her cheek. She got embarrassed. How cute. Well, hell, so did I. Her friends are very... curious. And blunt. Blunt, for sure.

Bren said she was 'weird' with me, and that Amaya used to tell her about the other guys. How come she didn't tell her about me? I get not mentioning the personal things, but nothing at all? She spoke to Elaine about me, so why not Bren? Maybe she's not as close or something?

When we climb into the car, Amaya slams the door and lets out an exasperated sigh. She grabs the steering wheel and leans her head against. "She's so fucking annoying. So is Ryland. I'm sorry."

I let a little chuckle out. "It's alright." I decide to tease her just a little more. "It's not like they were lying, though."

She quickly lifts her head up and looks at me with blazing cheeks. She opens her mouth to respond, closes it, opens it, and closes it again. She furrows her brows. "You liked me first!"

I let a louder laugh out this time. Once I stop, I give her a small smile. I feel my cheeks heating up just from her looking at me. "That's true."

She gives me a smile in return. "Can we still go to your house?"

"Yeah." She buckles up, turns the radio on, and heads toward my house.

"So, question," I say, breaking the silence.

"What's up?"

"Are you and Bren close?"

"I'm not really close with anybody. I guess you could say I like her, though." She makes an unsure face. "Sometimes."

"Well, how come you didn't tell Bren about me?" Why am I even asking? We're not together! She doesn't have to tell anyone about me.

She quickly glances over at me before looking back at the road. "I'm trying to keep you on the down low."

"But you told Elaine."

"Because she's my best friend, and she's known about you since the first day we started talking. Bren's more of a... friend I like to get fucked up with. I can tell Elaine things I can't tell Bren. Like about you, for instance."

"Oh, okay."

"Are you hungry?"

My stomach grumbles at the question. "Yeah, I could eat."

"Taco Bell?"

"Sounds amazing."

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*Mature

After we got a bite to eat and arrived at my house, it's already getting dark out. We walk inside, and I lay my bag down on the couch and turn the heat on. I look over to Amaya rubbing her arm, trying to warm up.

"Sorry it's so cold in here. My mom must've turned it off before she left for work." It feels colder in here than it does outside.

Amaya looks around the living room. She takes a step closer to me. And another. And another until she's right in front of me. She looks up at me with the most adorable eyes. They look innocent, but I can tell she's planning something more devious. She clenches my denim jacket with her fingers.

"Is your mom coming home tonight?"

I gulp. Is tonight the night? The night? "Uh," I stop and clear my throat. "I don't know. She usually will text me or leave a note on the counter." I glance over to the kitchen and head over to it when I see a sticky note sticking up. I read it, and it's exactly what I was hoping for.