BILLIE-HALES & ZEALOUS

Chapter 7

CHAPTER SEVEN

ZEAL:
While I sit patiently waiting on the huge sofa the one that's in her pool-house. I'm happily munching away on the rest of my Pulled pork burger. Oh, this is some good shit. The coleslaw alone oh Jesus I could come in my pants. Nah not really, but it is good. Although, I could literally cum in my pants when I watch Billie walk towards me. I'm watching her hips sway as she walks across the lawn. I'm watching her short blonde hair as the light breeze moves it into her eyes her amazing emerald green eyes.
The thing I notice though, was her looking a little sad again. It's the same look as the other night when I'd danced with that chick and it's the same look when I'd met her at college. Every time I see that look, it hurts my chest. The sad part is though it's me who's putting that look there. I'm hurting her fuck! I am I'm doing exactly what they've all said. I'm hurting her just by being around her. I can see she likes me just as much as I like her. Only I keep on fucking up! Damn it Zeal!
As she entered the poolhouse, she didn't speak. Not a word passed her lips. All she did was sit down beside me, leaving about half of the sofas space between us. The last time I was in here, I wrapped her in my arms and now I feel it. She's pulling away. Fuck, this hurts. This really fucking hurts! But why? Why does her pulling away hurt my chest? I need to fix this. I either need to pull away or tell her exactly how I'm feeling, but how the fuck do I do that, without making a fool of myself again? How do I even find the right words to tell her she's in my head? I've tried to get her out by fucking some random chick. I fucked a random chick in a garden shed! I only did it to get Billie out of my head. It didn't work, of course. As soon as I read her text this morning, I knew I was screwed. I'd started to freak out thinking about her being around all those, college guys being away from me. I had visions of her settling down with some posh fucker who's studying law. No, that's a lie she wouldn't go for someone like that. Billie isn't the kind of chick that goes for normal Billie, isn't a normal chick. No, she's different she's a bit of a wild child with a rock-chick edge to her. She's feisty as fuck and it just makes her even sexier to me. Yet, with my mind wandering off thinking all sorts of shit, I'd ended up freaking out. I had done something completely nuts. Something totally out of the norm for me, especially for a girl. I don't chase after them nine times out of ten they flock to me, but Billie, here. Well, I'm finding that I'd do anything for her. I'd do anything to keep her with me even when I fuck-up I still want her around.
That stone I gave to her wasn't just any old stone. No, I've had that stone for a long time. Yes, I'd told her the truth about how I'd found it, but it was part of a sculpture that my Papa had been working on. He'd created an angel one that stands at about six feet tall in the centre of our garden. I tell you it looks amazing when it's snowing. I mean, it looks amazing all the time, but when it snows, she looks Bellissima. So no, it's not really a Hale-Stone. No, but I guess it kinda looks like one. I mean, they fall in all shapes and sizes so I think I kinda got away with it. The tears in Billie's eyes told me so.
Another thing I don't do I don't do gifts. So this is me, giving her a precious stone. It tells me, she's more than any of those other girls. I just need to figure out what the hell she is to me. I know I've probably fucked things up again. You know, with her parents back there, but I'm secretly hoping that Billie, gets me. I'm hoping she sees what's underneath all my shit. I don't mean to be like this, it's just the pressure takes over. And I kinda cover that shit up by making myself look like a complete tool.
As I think this, I reach over and take hold of her hand engulfing her small soft hand in mine. We intertwine our fingers, instantly making my hand heat up. We both sigh at the same time feeling the events of the last hour wash away. She didn't protest this, which tells me she still likes me... Just.
After a while of holding hands, she finally spoke.

"Zealie," she stops just to clear her clogged throat. "Last night when you, were out,"
Again she cleared her throat and all the while she was doing this, I'm feeling my heart pound in my chest. Fuck! Baby, don't go there. If what I'd seen earlier on at the college, what I'd seen in her eyes was her knowing that I fucked up? Well, I know she knows and if what she's about to ask me is about that? Well, I don't know how to answer her. I mean, how do I tell her I'd fucked her just to get her out of my head? I've hurt her enough. She didn't need that in her head too. So I change the subject before she can even get the words out. I know it's wrong I know I should tell her, but I don't want to see that look again. I don't because it hurts to see it.
"Oh shit. Sorry. I totally forgot about tonight you're still up for it, aren't you? I mean, I guess I'd just kidnap you now though. You know, since our little secret is out."
Her brows nip together, and I can see the questions in her eyes. I also see that she still wants answers, but again I just carry on distracting her from asking them.
"You know since your parents know I'm your best friend now. I don't think it's going to be so easy to take you out now."
She's shaking her head while telling me they'll get over it.
"I think they're just worried about me. You know, the only kid and all. Trust me, this isn't a new thing for me. Not the hanging out with a boy thing. No, they're just overly protective of me. No matter what I do they worry. However, your eye-fucking my mother didn't help your plea. Jesus. You're so lucky my dads didn't catch you. They would've skinned you alive.
Please, please don't do that again. It's weird shit."
"Oh, really? So does that work both ways then? Because if I remember correctly, you did the same thing when my Papa was around. Don't think for a second I didn't notice you blushing."
As if on cue, her face flamed. She knows I've caught her out.
"Of course, I kinda get it I mean, I'm practically his double so it just makes sense, really."
"What, what makes sense?" she asks and I smile while telling her she likes me too.
"You fancy me too. Don't worry it's just our Italian charm and god-like looks. The women love it."
She rolled her eyes and I end up laughing when she playfully slaps my arm. Of course, I intercept and take hold of it while looking into her eyes. It's happening again. The room is crackling, and I don't know what it is, but I'm finding that I want to kiss her. I know she feels it too because I'm watching her as she swallows a nervous lump down. Only she clears her throat and then pulls away from me breaking our moment. I don't blame her though. No, because I've not exactly proven myself to her.
"I um, I best get going. I mean, I've still to sort my clothes out for tonight. That is, if you really want me to come. I don't want to-"
She's stumbling over her words, and I see she's uncomfortable asking them. But she looks sexy as hell when she's nervous or even when she is embarrassed. Christ, how can one crazy woman be so Bellissima?