A Good Girl.

Part 6:

I spent the whole day in the library and thinking about school, if people saw me with Elizabeth they would think that she was my babysitter or she's engaged or married to someone in my family and honestly, I have enough on my plate. I'll take the bus to school plus it would be a great way to heal a bit faster right?

I was nearing the end if the book when I heard Elizabeth call my name, was she worried that I was lost? Or that I was on uncharted territory? I sighed but continued with my book, just a few more pages and I'll answer her.

"Caldera?" she said and walked into the library, her voice echoed through the room as she called my name. It was like a sweet symphony when she said it, like she was saying it right, like she was meant to say it. "Cal- I've been calling you."

"I heard," I said without shifting my gaze from the book, that was until she snatched it. "Hey! I was about to finish."

"You'll finish later, I ordered us a pizza and don't worry it's vegetarian. Now I need you to go wash up." She said and I looked at her, puzzled that she just talked to me like I'm some child.

"I'm not a child you know? I'm eighteen, maybe if I were sixteen, I would have understood." I crossed my arms.

"Well, you're a child in my house."

"Really?" I asked, amused before I cocked an eyebrow. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity before her cheeks coloured and she looked away. "Just let me finish the book and I'll come." I stretched put my hand and she looked at it, debating whether she should or not, but she sighed and gave it to me before walking out.

It didn't take me that long to actually finish the book and when I walked out, the pizza had arrived and she was setting the table. I didn't really understand why because it was just the two of us but maybe she was welcoming me into her world? I walked to the bathroom and washed up, I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I saw a scratch that I haven't seen before. It was stitched up but how come I haven't seen it?

When was the last time you looked in the mirror?

It had been a while, I barely looked at the mirror while I was at the hospital, I mostly looked outside and just imagined myself out there again maybe with something good in my life, couldn't stand the mess that my life was at that point. My scar was not bad, it went from my left eyebrow to just above my eye, how I got it, I had no idea but my wild guess would have been when I fell in the middle of the road.

I went downstairs again and saw that Elizabeth was waiting for me, her back was turned to me so I studied her again. She took off her jacket and let her hair down, I could almost see her shoulders but her hair covered them. She turned around and faced me before she cocked her eyebrow and for some reason, I found that hot.

"Are you checking me out?" she asked and I continued to walk toward the table until I sat down next to her.

"No, I was just just studying you. Why would you think that I was?"

"That is the second time you did that, so you were also studying the first time?" She said and took a bite from her pizza and I drank my orange juice.

"Yes, or would you rather have me check you out?" I asked and took a bite from my pizza waiting for a response from her but nothing came and she continued eating. "How old are you though?"

"You don't ask a lady her age, didn't your mother teach you that?" she took the last sip from her juice and turned to me, and concentrated on me. Maybe it was the hot pizza finally entering my system but my whole body warmed up.

"I don't think so, plus you know how old I am what makes your age more important than mine?" I took my last bite and turned to her, our knees brushed against each other.

"All you have to do is know that I'm older and that you have some sauce on the side of your mouth."

"I'll place you at forty-three or forty-five but not forty-four and thank you but I was saving the sauce for later." I said and wiped it off.

"I'm not even forty! I'm not that old."

"Well, you could prove me wrong but I stand by what I said, forty-three."

"I'm thirty-three, far away from reaching forty."

"Was that so hard?" I said and walked to the library.