Revenge Is Sweet

41 - Latibule

𑁍𝚂𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚊𑁍

Getting a guy's attention has never been something I've really wanted to do.

Very rarely will I actually put myself where a guy I like can see me. But even then, I don't do much else to really try at it. I don't normally care.

This is the hardest I've tried to get a guy's attention. Which is extremely disheartening since we literally see each other every day all day. How does he not notice me?

I mean, he notices me—Obviously—but not in the way I'd like him to.

I've tried getting closer to him, just wanting attention. While he was on the couch, I walked up and curled up against his side.

He let me for about five minutes before he muttered something about working outside and got up to retreat.

It was ten o'clock at night. I'm not sure what he needed to do out there.

Later the next night I stood in the doorway in one of my newer pajamas that I got from the mall. Red tank crop top and black shorts. I smiled at him and asked if he wanted to come lay with me in bed.

His exact words were 'Nah, I'm good. Maybe later.'

Maybe later? I didn't even have a bra on! The hell does he mean maybe later?

Maybe he was just trying to stay away from me. I knew there was a chance he didn't like me, he just liked what I was doing.

I give up on it when I realized he's probably just not interested. I figured that'd be the end of the stupid idea, but then he came to me later the next night asking for a haircut.

The haircut is what seems to have gotten us.

It goes fine at first, I'm just cutting his hair in the bathroom. But then something happens to us. I'm not positive what it is, but it complicates some things.

I catch him watching me closely in the bathroom mirror. I smile at him, meeting his gaze in our reflection. "What?" I coax on a laugh.

"You're pretty." Greyson quietly replies.

I snort at that. "Thanks." I smile, knowing I didn't even brush my hair this morning. I smoothed it down and that was that.

"And you smell like honey."

I pause at that, in the middle of measuring some of his hair. I blink when I remember my shampoo. "Oh!" I murmur, nodding at him. "Right. Yeah, it's my shampoo." I shake my head and look away from his reflection and back at what I'm doing. I laugh to myself. "Is that why you call me honey?"

"No." His voice is still quiet.

"Why do you call me honey?" I absently hum. I try to stay focused, not wanting to mess anything up for him.

"I don't know." Greyson admits. He sounds sincere, so I don't argue with him about it.

I leave it at that for now. I'm still busy so I don't mind the silence that comes after the end to that conversation.

I put some quiet music on when he sat down in a chair he dragged in, so that helps fill the silence. But I don't think I'd really mind the complete silence.

I'm doing the same thing I did last time, just giving him the trim he needed. I liked the way it was, and he said he did too. I'm trusting his word.

Cutting his hair goes fine right up until I'm just about finished. I'm in the middle of messing with his hair in front of him when I notice his eyes are stuck on me.