The only one

Chapter 12

I panicked, I quickly jumped out of the shower, while the water from my dripping wet hair soaked my back causing me to shiver. Another knock on the door which came along with a sigh.

"Lira I don't know why your mad at me, can we please talk about it?" he begged.

I quickly slid on some shorts and a sweatshirt, not caring that I was supposed to be wearing the hospital gown, I looked at the mirror, observing that my eyes we're still swollen and red and it was noticeable that I had been crying. But I couldn't stay on the bathroom forever.

So I carefully walked to the exit and undid the lock. Finally I turned the knob ever so slightly and before I could continue, he pulled it out for me.

The moment I stepped out, I felt so awkward and stupid. I looked down and twiddled with my fingers while biting my lower lip.

To break the silence, Marcus cleared his throat, and I looked up, expecting for him to say something, but he stayed silent. I looked catching him starting at something, that was in my general direction, but it couldn't be me.

He instantly looked away, his eyes fixed on the floor, with a small frown on his face. But he was obviously not expecting me to come out of the bathroom so he hadn't figured out what he was goon to tell me yet.

I began getting uncomfortable, I've probably only been standing there for less than a minute but it felt like an eternity. I began shifting from foot to food.

Then he sighed.

"You sh-should lay d-down" he stuttered, clearly nervous.

I don't understand why he seems so nervous. So decide to ask him. So I strolled over to my bed and sat in it as he suggested I should, he followed and sat in the chair which was beside my bed.

Before he could say anything I chose to start the conversation

"Why do you seem so nervous, I mean, your the one that hates me, I'm the one who's supposed to be nervous" I said while getting under the covers.

His face turned bright red and he bit his lower lip. Apparently he didn't want me to know how he felt. He stayed silent for a minute, but I became frustrated. if he wanted to tell me something, why wouldn't he just say it. But he didn't answer my question.

There is something I don't know about him, he is definitely hiding something.

I know it for a fact because that's the way I act at school.

As he looked up most likely noticing my frustrated expression and so he tried to communicate what he wanted to say to me.

"Okay... um... well..." he tried to say, "why are you mad at me?" He said all at once which made the word jumble up making it sound like "whyareyoumadatme?"

Once the words came out of his mouth, he a pained look on his face which then turned to relief, like he had pulled off a bandaid.

I looked up at him, but this time it wasn't just a glance, I looked at him from top to bottom. He was wearing the white Nike sneakers in which he wore daily, but the were almost fully covered because of his long dark grey sweatpants. On top of that he wore a sweatshirt from Abercrombie. His hair was a bushy mess... which kinda looked cute...

Stop thinking about it, he's not cute. Well maybe a little...

STOP!

Although he was looking down I could still see his entire face. But then I saw his eyes, they were a deep brown, if you stared for too long, you could get lost in them. But then I noticed something.

They were puffy and red.

Just like my eyes. But why would he be crying? This whole thing doesn't make any sense. He's not supposed to be upset, I am.

He looked up expectantly, waiting for an answer. So I told him the truth because I didn't have anything else to loose.

"I got mad at you because of what you said" I mumbled keeping my head down but looking up with my eyes, still trying to figure out why he was so glum looking.

"What did I say?" He asked, his voice gradually getting softer.

I looked up and rolled my eyes at him. Is he seriously goon to make me say what happened? He was there! But I just repeated the story anyway.

"When We were at the library and you said you didn't care about-" I stopped as my voice cracked.

Not again.

I hated crying, but sometimes it just made me feel better somehow.

I was under the covers, sitting, not laying down and he was standing next to the bed where I was facing.

I felt hot tears sliding down my cheeks.

Marcus looked confused but alarmed. He stepped closer to me trying to assist me but I put my hand out, indicating for him not to get closer.

I quickly wiped my tears and continued.

"We were at the library and you said you didn't care then you just left" I stated trying not to let the memory come back.

He looked at me like I had five heads.

"When was that?" He asked, still not understanding.

I sighed, not wanting to repeat all of the details. Of course, I was going to end up doing that anyway.

"The day I went back to school after the hospital" I said getting slightly annoyed.

His eyebrows shifted making him look clueless.

"You never left the hospital" he told me.

"But...."

Before I could finish my sentence, the door burst open.

It was my mom.

I could feel my face burning, and I couldn't help but looking frightened.

Marcus saw my face and I quickly wiped the look off of my face.

Marcus, on the hand, looked like a dear in the headlights.

"LIRA WHO IS THAT!?" My mother yelled at me.

Then she screamed at Marcus, threatening to call the cops if he didn't leave right away. He fast-walked to the door his eyes not leaving mine for a moment.

While looking at him, I couldn't stop wondering what happened to him, and what was about to happen to me. But the next thing he did, although it was nothing, made me feel better. My mom was facing me so she didn't see when Marcus gave me a sympathetic smile and then mouthed the words,

"I'll see you tomorrow"