The Best of Her

Chapter nineteen

Mavis.

Dash: I'm going to call you.

Fuck. This is not what I expected to happen. I don't know what I expected, but surely not him calling me. I thought he would be asleep, and by the time he woke up I would have decided to delete everything.

I stare at my ringing phone, my fingers itching to pick up because I want to hear his voice, and listen to him talk, and tell me more about himself. That's how I ended up in this situation. Him never leaving my thoughts, and my curiosity getting the best of me.

I breathe, a deep long breath before picking up. "I prefer scrambled eggs, but I don't mind boiled ones." I could feel his smile through his words and at that, I wanted to jump out of the damned window. What kind of stupid question was that? I'm such an idiot.

"You could have just responded to my texts," I say, my voice sounding strange to my ears.

He hums, a deep sound that had my heart skipping a beat or two. "True, but I wanted to hear your voice." now my stupid silly heart was skipping beats.

"Your favorite color?" changing the subject is better than making a fool of myself.

He chuckles, "should I be offended by all the prejudices you have of me?"

"I mean they are not bad prejudices,"

"Is that even a thing? Not a bad prejudice?"

My lips twitch in amusement. "So green or yellow?"

I hear him sigh through the phone, "green,"

Before I say a thing he adds, "sage green, and no need for you to gloat."

A smile curves its way to my mouth. "Oh you know that's not my style, Dash."

"Yeah, your style is to bring it up later, and gloat." he says it like he knows me well, and for once I'm not angry at someone for acting like they know me, because he is not wrong here. I would save it for later.

"You don't dance do you?" I ask

"Depends if I have the right person to dance with."

It was my turn to hum, "I feel like you're the kind of person who would get greeted every step you take through the party."

"You think you have me all figured out, huh?"

I bite the inside of my cheeks, my hormones are getting the best of me now, that and the roughness of his morning voice. "Prejudices, remember?"

"I do remember," he laughs. "But I can't tell you if your statement is true, you will have to see it for yourself."

"I don't like parties." too many people and too much noise all at once is like a nightmare to me. The alcohol and weed sound tempting but not enough to get me to join, I can do those alone.

"Yeah, I have figured that much." there he goes again, thinking he knows me. It makes me happy for a second, that he pays enough attention to figure things out, but that little moment of joy is quickly wiped away when I think about if he pays enough attention he will eventually figure out the worst of me.

"Mavis," I hear him but I don't respond, I'm trying to figure out what I'm doing right now, discussing with a guy that I will end up disappointing and hurting which will make me hate myself even more.

"Mavis, are you replying to me in your head?"

"Stop acting as If you know me so well." I snap and the silence from his part cuts me more than I anticipated.

"I don't know you, but I'm trying to." I'm horrible I know. I was the one sending him messages trying to know him, he never pushes my boundaries and here I am acting like a bitch.