Unpleasant love

Chapter 12

Olivia

I quickly looked at Eliot who probably had to do everything he could to not just straight ahead start laughing. Because even though it was true what I had just told Marry, it just wasn't quite the whole truth. Given the fact I had been crushing a teeny tiny bit on her as well, and (stupid me) told Eliot. But I mean how could you not? Yes she was a pain in the ass but at the same time she was an incredibly smart and hard working person.

Eliot gave me a squeeze in the cheek to bring me back to reality and looked at me with his big dark brown eyes. The eyes were so dark you almost couldn't tell where the Iris stopped and the Pupille began. I remembered him always being a bit insecure about it and how I had to convince him every now and then that it was actually pretty cool. I chuckled at the thought of little Eliot, and then actually came back to reality.

Eliot, still holding my cheek, looked at me with a comedical suspicious look. "What's so funny?", he asked me in an old man's voice, while squeezing his eyes together and raising an eyebrow. 
"Nothing your little brain could comprehend my lord," I declared with a little curtsy. After five long seconds of staring at each other we started laughing, loud enough, you could probably hear us at the end of the row. The people around us looked at us with confused eyes and embarrassed we fastly quieted and then sat down.

Marry looked at us with a raised brown and I had to hold in another laughter. "You guys seem to know each other for a while," she insisted, looking at me and then back at Eliot. "Yes. Since like forever right? I mean I saw everything. This man's first girlfriend and how he cried afterwards. This man's first boyfriend and how he cried after that one. We even saw our first firework together," I said smiling brightly and so did Marry.

We began to talk about all kinds of things like school, friends, work and life in generell and after a while I looked at the clock hanging at the entrance and almost choked. "I don't want to be the mood killer but Marry and I really gotta go, like right now if you don't want to be killed by your mother," I said,  looking at Marry and then pointing at the clock which caused her to choke as well. It was already 20:45 and we at the very least would take half an hour to get to her house.

Rapidly we packed our stuff. I said goodbye and gave Eliot a big hug, which looked more than just confused but accepted his faith, and then Marry and we ran to the next bus stop. Luckily the time table said we only had to wait 5 minutes and I had some time to catch my breath.

I looked to my right and saw Marry standing next to me looking at her phone with a worried look on her face. "It's alright," I said. "If your mother gets angry at you just tell her it's all my fault and we came late because I accidentally googled the wrong time tables for the day." I said with a calm smile.

"It's not my mum," my Marry mumbled. "What is it then?" I asked standing straight up and moving myself right in front of Marry to see her face with worry in my eyes.