scoring you

Chapter 44

Aiden

I'm an idiot, I really am.

I didn't mean anything by what I said- obviously. And it's fucking ridiculous that she doesn't know that.

I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling. I roll over to see a crumpled up note that I wrote this morning before Alyssa woke up.

I smile as I read it.

"Why do you look so depressed?" Matthew asks me from my doorway with Caleb behind him.

"Because he had a fight with Alyssa," Caleb fills in unhelpfully.

"We did not have a fight," I snap.

"Sounds like you did." Matthew shrugs, laying on the end of my bed.

"And how would you know that?"

"Caleb told me."

I shoot my head up towards him, "how do you know?"

"Al told me, I drove her home after- y'know."

"Oh," I say helplessly, "she told you?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Anything in particular?"

His eyes widen for a second, "uh- no, nothing really."

Matthew snorts.

"It's bad?" I ask, "is she pissed at me? I don't even really know what I did because one second I was just standing there and the next-"

"I have a brilliant idea," Matthew says, stopping me from finishing my rant. "Why don't you just talk to her, hmm?"

I shake my head, "that's a shit idea."

"Sounds pretty good to me," he mumbles, "but what would I know? I'm just a lonely-"

"But what would I say?" I cut him off.

He groans, "It's not that complicated, just talk. Jesus, why is everyone so dramatic?"

"Because you don't have a love life," Caleb says.

"Neither do you."

"Guys!" I clap my hands together, "what do I do?"

"Just tell her how you feel," Matthew says while eating a pack of chips that he found somewhere in my draw. "I'm so sick of solving everyone's problems, like-"

"I'll do that," I nod trying to convince myself.

"Go on then, you don't have all day," Matthew pulls me out of bed and practically pushes me out of the door. "When did you get so heavy?" He mumbles to himself.

"Fuck off," I say and I walk out of the apartment and head to the place I know she'll be.

I walk around the grassy path with my hands tucked in my jean pockets, my eyes wandering around, trying to find that familiar face that I love. That long blonde hair twisting in the wind and her icy blue eyes blushed with her rosy pale cheeks.

Then I see her sitting on a wooden park seat, I smile just looking at her face covered up by her hair dancing in the wind.

I sit next to her, "hi," I say.

She fiddles with her fingers, "hi stalker."

I chuckle roughly, "I thought you'd be here."

She smiles softly, just the edges of her mouth poking up, "the exact words of a stalker Peters."

I smile and tuck her runaway hair behind her ears.

"Caleb went over to your place, right?"

"He did," I reply.