The Best of Her

Chapter fifty-five

June.

"Will you stop fidgeting so much, you're going to meet your dad, not the president,"

I glare at the side of her face, one hand locked on the steering wheel and the other holding on to my thigh, which I now swat away. "Such a supportive girlfriend you are,"

She wrinkles her nose and sends me an amused look, "I know," she tries to grab my hand again but I move it away and put it off me. That will teach her to make fun of me. I'm literally sweating as if I haven't met the man before and had multiple conversations with him, but somehow it doesn't feel the same. I met him as a stranger and now I'm meeting him as my father, so it does feel like a first meeting.

"June," she calls my name and I ignore her just to be petty, but honestly I'm so grateful she drove me here, I feel like I would have turned around if I drove myself. While I'm looking outside the window, she pinches my leg but I still don't give her the attention she wants. "Don't ignore me,"

"Or what?"

"Or I will drop you in the middle of the road and you will have to walk there,"

That has me turning my head to look at her, her eyes set on the road but the smirk on her lips tells me she's got what she wanted. "You wouldn't." her gaze met mine for a brief second, as if to say "you don't want to dare me,"

"Mavis, you wouldn't?" the question in my tone seemed to amuse her, she chuckles softly and I have to admit it will always be my favorite sound to hear her laugh. She just shakes her head and takes my hand, kissing my knuckles, "I will drop you off, but still follow you with my car to make sure you arrive safe,"

My mouth falls open in utter shock. She sounds so serious too, and she has the nerves to laugh. "Don't look so surprised, you know me," yeah, I do know her, I feel like I've learned Mavis as no one has and I feel so privileged.

Mavis isn't as quiet as she seems, sometimes she could talk my ear off with just random facts she has learned, and I would listen to her, smiling through it all. Mavis isn't as mean as she seems, she is can be so sweet and caring, and not only to me too, she had bought Nale a new pair of headphones because she heard him complain about how he lost his. Once we were out, she Told Axel to not eat a sandwich because she remembered he is allergic to mustard, and Actually attended Jamie football game even though she hates loud crowded spaces .

Even my mom had seen right through that tough mask and told me I would never find another girl like her, which was so surprising cause I thought they were about to fight each other at some point while we were having lunch.

Mavis isn't only  broody, mean, harsh and cold. As I watch her now, tapping her finger on the steering wheel and humming with the music while having a little smile on her face, Mavis is also joyful, sweet, caring, and thoughtful. She is everything compared to anything.

"You are not stressed anymore? You stopped squirming in your seat," she points out, of course she would.

"Who uses squirming in a sentence? That's such a weird word,"

"I do, and out of all the weird shit I say that's the thing you find odd?" her eyes glimmer with amusement, and she is right again. She had said way weirder stuff, but somehow that stood out. "Maybe I'm just realizing you're weird,"

"Took you long enough, buddy, but it's too late to leave now just so you know." she thinks I'm stuck with her, not realizing someone will have to kill me to get me away from her, and even dead I might find a way to come back and hunt her.

"Which house is it?" she asks me, looking out her window at the small cottage-like houses. The neighborhood where he lives isn't very big, but it's nice. I check my phone at the address he sent me and tell Mavis the house number. It was hard to make the call but I did it, but I didn't want to talk about it on the phone, so the first thing I did was ask to meet up. He suggested his house and I agreed.