The Best of Her

Chapter nine

Mavis.

I don't understand him.

But then again, I don't understand many things. When I was fourteen I didn't understand why girls my age would get so excited about boys and try to impress them, I didn't see the point of getting dressed up and being pretty just to impress a guy who couldn't give less of a fuck about your dress or your lipstick color. A year later, I understood. But I didn't do it for a boy.

Shame that she was too straight to care.

I also don't comprehend why people get hurt so easily. I would say something true and then I'm the villain. Maybe I'm too blunt but why get upset over something you know is true?

This boy in front of me, is a complete enigma. I study psychology and as I try to analyze him and his behavior, I go back to the conclusion that he is too joyous and too nice to be true. To me, it's likely impossible that someone is so wholeheartedly good. There has to be a small evil part in him. We all have it.

I gave him so many reasons to curse me out or flat out tell me to fuck off but yet he is still here asking if I want to have dinner with him. "Why?"

He shrugs, his chestnut hair falling over his eyes as he bent over swooping his items off the library table. "It's my fault we had to stay in so late, the least I could do is offer you dinner."

I bite my tongue. I don't like people who constantly blame themselves. "It's not your fault."

I saw a faint smile curve on his lips. He straightens to his full height, looking down on me trying to catch my eyes but I don't look his way. I busy myself with my own stuff. "Alright, let's say I'm asking you to dinner as your friend."

My gaze quickly catches his own and I see his ridiculously charming smile. "I don't do friends, Dash."

"Well I do friends, and I decided to be your friend." he beams.

I scoff and swing my backpack over my shoulder and start walking. "You will wish you never said that."

"I won't." he is walking close behind, "what if you do?"

"I will get my nipple pierced." that made me halt in my steps and face him as quickly as I could. He looks pretty serious but his mouth was twitching, trying to hold back yet another smile.

"I'm scared of needles," he added to his already weird statements. I couldn't help it, a small laugh escaped my throat from his absurdity. "You're definitely weird."

"A weirdo who got you to laugh." he says with a proud smug face.

I shake my head at him, and resume my walk. He is still keeping up with strolls. "So, dinner?"

"What kind?"

"What do you like?" he sounds like he was smiling. I just know he is. He smiles too much.

"Mexican."

He passes me and starts walking backward while facing me. "So will you follow me with your car? Or are you gonna leave it here and we can come back later?"

"I don't have a car." well I used to have one, but for some circumstances, it got taken away.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You don't? How were you going to get home?"

I shrug, "walk."

"Are you kidding me? How far is your house?" he asks, still not believing me.

"Around fifty minutes away."

His eyes widened even more than it was possible. "No way! And you walk that every day?"

"I usually take the bus, or an Uber but I like walking." I say not seeing the big deal of it.