scoring you

Chapter 24

Aiden

She's lying.

I knew she was going to fucking lie the moment I told her my own.

The sadness in her eyes. The grief in her eyes. And the guilt in her eyes, because she knew she wasn't going to be truthful about her own.

So why did I tell her my own? I don't fucking know but I couldn't even help myself because as soon as we linked pinky's I knew I'd tell her anything she wanted me to.

Her hands trembled as she wrapped her own around myself, her leg bopped up and down as she was talking and then she proceeded to fucking walk away. Again.

I guess I should be used to it by now.

That's her thing.

Walking away.

She reminds me of my Dad, instead of facing his problems, he'd walk away. He'd walk away until he got stuck inside a hole that he couldn't escape, until it ate him up inside and he could no longer breath. I guess that's what love does to you- nothing- nothing apart from heartbreak and misfortune.

My Dad never fell in love again, I never expected him to either, he only had eyes for one women in the word and that was my mother- my mother that I almost know nothing about apart from the small snippets of life my Grandma had informed me of. It was always too much for my Dad to talk about and I wouldn't push it.

"Aiden?" Matthew asks, sitting beside me while eating a massive subway cookie.

"Didn't you just eat one of those?" I ask with narrowed eyes.

"Three," he corrects, "this is my third."

"Gross," I shudder.

"Gross?" His eyes widen, "Gross?" He repeats again.

"Yeah?"

"No. This is incredible, this is delicious, this is-"

"Okay, shut up," I press my thumb to my temple because I'm sure that I'm going to receive a piercing headache later tonight because of Matthews annoying antics.

"You're really mean, y'know that?"

"Nothing I haven't heard before," I grunt.

He groans, shaking his fluffy blonde hair in the process, "stop fucking mopping around Aiden! Your girl doesn't like you, get over it." He winks, "or, get under it."

"What?" I ask confused.

He sighs, "the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.

"Ew, fuck no Matthew."

"Not my fault your not sex positive," he mumbles.

"I am very sex positive," I shudder while saying, "I'm just not a man whore like you."

He smiles and shrugs, "I'm proud of it."

"Being a whore?" I ask slowly.

"No," he says, "that ladies want to bang me left and right."

I chuck my subway wrapping at him, "you really are disgusting," I chuckle.

The glass doors open and a cold breeze enters the room.

Inwards walk a girl and boy.

Alyssa and Caleb.

I eye them from the table I'm sitting at in the corner of the room.

Alyssa's rubbing her hands together and stiffly puts them in the pockets of her large white puffer jacket. Her cheeks are a light pink and her hair is tied together in two tight braids, she looks extremally fucking pretty- and hot.