scoring you

Chapter 33

Alyssa

I pull Aiden down a small hallway that leads to the utility room.

My eye widen as I speak, "what the hell Aiden?"

His eyes roam around, "this is cozy," he whispers.

I groan, "ugh, shut up, if we spend too long in here my parents will think we're hooking up!"

"Is that such a bad thing?" He asks, "I am your boyfriend after all," he smirks.

A cold shiver crawls up my spine, not because of repulsion which is what I would of felt months ago, but because when the word boyfriend escapes his mouth- I don't hate it in fact it feels right.

"No," I say sternly, "we-" I point between us, "are nothing." 

"Yet your still in this cramped hallway with me."

I roll my eyes, "oh yes Aiden, your perfect masculinity offering to be my boyfriend has rendered me speechless, make out with me in this hallway, would you?"

He stares for a moment, his lips parted, "you know, I have zero clue what you just said."

"How are you in collage dude? And not failing miserably?"

He shrugs.

"One day," I say, "one day and you have to-" I shudder, "-eat lunch with my parents and I."

"Perfect," he smiles, "now, what's out story?"

I narrow my eyes, "story?"

"Yeah, how did we meet?"

"At collage? Duh."

He leans against the white wall, "but what if they remember me?"

I roll my eyes, "Aiden, I don't have time for your shit and I really have no clue what your talking about."

He nods encouragingly, "yes, you do."

My face knots together, "remember me?" Then it contorts to something else, realisation. "Remember me."

He stays silent.

I clench my jaw together, grinding my teeth as I begin to pick my nails.

He steps closer towards me taking his hand into my own, "stop doing that, they're bleeding again."

"They're fine," I mumble, looking down at the floor.

He tilts his head to the side, "you do remember me?"

I stare back up to his emerald green eyes, "of course I remember you Aiden," I smile sweetly, "you were a fucking dick."

"How nice of you," he mutters.

"I don't memorise a single nicety of yours back then Peters."

He groans banging his head against the wall before raising his voice, "because I fucking liked you Alyssa!"

My mouth goes dry, all the salivar in it evaporating and making me unable to speak fluent English.

When I don't respond he says, "we better get going," he walks out of the door holding his hand out to me, "we like each other, remember?"

"I remember," I manage to whisper.

"Then you can go back to hating me," he says with a sad smile.

"I don't hate you," I say.

'You don't?" He asks, piking his interest.

"How could I? You flew all the way over here because you were slightly worried about me."