Nearly falling multiple times, I finally make it all the way up the stairs, dropping my bags at my door to pull out my keys. At the exact time, Wilbur steps out of his apartment. We didn't see each other all day yesterday or today; we've obviously been avoiding each other. It's a bit impossible when you're neighbors, though.
"Hey," I say.
"Hey."
I just stare at him, unsure of what to say.
"So, are we ignoring each other now?" He asks, leaning against the wall.
I grin and shrug. "I'm not trying to ignore you." Lie.
"I just... figured you'd text me."
"I figured you'd text me."
"Oh," Wilbur mumbles, staring down at his feet. Do I make him nervous now?
I motion my head towards my door as I open it. "Come in and we can talk. Unless you're in a rush."
"I was just gonna get groceries." He says, grabbing my own and helping bring them inside. "I have time."
"Cool," I reply, yet we're silent as he helps me unload my stuff and put it where it belongs.
Finally, he leans against the island, just a foot away from me. "So..."
"So..." I fold my arms over my chest. "It's okay about what you said. I know you were drunk off your ass. And sorry I made out with you. I was also drunk off my ass."
I watch Wilbur's chest rise and fall as he takes a deep breath. "Right. I'm sorry too."
I nod, stupidly disappointed by his answer. "So, you said what you said because you were drunk?"
He licks his lips and sighs, hanging his head back. "I mean, I'm obviously not in love with you. I barely know you. But I do... fancy you."
"Oh," I say, now feeling a bit pleased. But why? "Okay."
"Okay?" Wilbur looks at me now. "You can just reject me, Eve. I can handle it."
I roll my eyes at both him and myself. "I mean, I don't not like you. You're obviously a good looking guy and really talented, you're just a total asshole. But you're only acting that way because you don't wanna fall for me? That's so stupid."
"I know," He mutters, looking back down at the floor. "I'm over my ex but it's still scary for me to think about a new relationship so I decided to be a dick because you're the first person I've been attracted to in two years."
"Two years?" I ask without thinking, immediately realizing it was a bit of an insensitive question.
Surprisingly, he smirks. "Bit of a dry spell for me right now."
"Don't worry, I've only ever had one boyfriend. We had sex once and I dumped him. Well, I don't even know if you call it sex. He lasted ten seconds."
Wilbur laughs and shakes his head. "Yeah, not sure if that counts for you, at least. You've only had one boyfriend?"
I nod. "I was very reserved in school. My only friend was Sofia and I only dated that guy because I was desperate for a boyfriend and he was the only good looking guy at school who was sort of nice to me."
"I would've struck you as the popular girl."
I laugh at his statement, but I see he's serious. "How?"
He shrugs, and I see blush creep on his cheeks. "I mean, the popular girls are usually the prettiest."
I bite the inside of my cheek, staring up at him through my eyelashes. "Just a few days ago, you would've said it's because most popular girls are massive bitches."
Wilbur wears an awkward smile. "I'll try to be nicer."
I feel myself blushing now. "Yeah, I'd like that."
"So, if I can prove I'm a good guy, can I take you out on a real date?"
I lick my lips and nod, trying not to grin like a dork. "Sure,"
"Uh, I'm gonna go to the store now." He stands up straight, running his hand through his hair. "I'll see you later, I guess. We probably have to go out somewhere tomorrow, just to the park or something to be seen."
I nod and walk him out, locking the door behind him. Immediately, I lean against it and sink down, groaning. Why did I just give in so easily? I mean, sure, if he turns into a good guy, I can give him a chance. But should I really let him get away with how he's treated me that easily? God, I'm an idiot. A lonely and horny idiot.
