The Bolter | Walker Scobell

Chapter 18

I was falling in love with Walker and I was painfully aware of it.

I don't know how this could've happened to me, I had never been in love before, maybe I was wrong about it and just didn't know how it felt, maybe I was mixing platonic and romantic feeling up

I didn't feel this way with Cole

I knew platonic love all too well,the friendship between Cole and me was 100% platonic. The one with Walker didn't feel the same...

And Walker was flirty, since I didn't have any contact to anyone who knew Walker I couldn't be sure if that's his personality normally or if he's being flirty with me which was also really confusing

Since that first time meeting up two weeks had passed and we met at least once a week since then and it was really fun every time, I sometimes caught myself just staring at him and admiring him because he was genuinely beautiful

I blinked looking away from him and opening the fridge to take some eggs out

"How many do we need ?"

"Uhh" I looked over to see Walker turning around looking at the recipe "three" I put them on the counter and went to supervise Walker

"What are you doing ?"

"Well I think I'm doing amazing" I frowned at the amount of flour he put into the bowl and then lifted my eyes to meet his, he had that proud smile on his face that made my stomach turn and get attacked by butterflies or whatever

"You're doing great buddy" I said turning back to cut the chocolate pieces "looks amazing over there"

"Well not as amazing as you" I rolled my eyes feeling my cheeks grow a little hot, luckily I had turned my back to him so he couldn't see it

"Have you ever made cookies before ?"

"No. I have two sisters why should I ?" I stopped the cutting and turned to him with my eyebrows raised, he just shrugged innocently. I threw the pack of chocolate at him but he caught it effortlessly with a single hand, which was kinda hot "that should be considered attempted murder"

"It was supposed to be successful murder" I muttered quietly cutting the chocolate again, he leaned his head on my shoulder from behind me making mr focus on keeping my breathing steady

"That's not very nice Elly"

"Elly ?"

"Nickname, since you won't tell me your name I have to improvise with your nickname, I can't just call you the same that everyone calls you right ?"

"Whatever Walk"

"You're about to cut your finger"

"I'm not gonna cut my finger, I've done this a bunch of times" I didn't turn my head but just moved my eyes to him since if I turned my face we would only be inches apart which was awkward "Fuck"

"Big words ?" I dropped the knife and pulled my hand to myself, stepping back a step feeling Walker step aside too seeing the bleeding "I told you it was gonna happen"

"Walker" I went to hold my finger under the water, him following my every step

"Here let me see" he gently grabbed my hand making it feel all tingly "does it hurt ?" I was a little distracted by how caring and calm and gentle he was being and dint really hear his question "Mel ?"

"Hm ?"

"Does it hurt ?"

"Uh- no, well it stings a little but I'll live"

"Where are the bandaids ?" I pointed to a cabin and watched him walk up to it and take a bandaid out taking my hand again "it even has flower"

"My favourite bandaids" I laughed slightly watching him stick it onto my finger carefully, but he didn't let go of my hand once it was stuck, he looked up to meet my my eyes and smiled a little

"You know I hate to say it, but I told you so"

"Oh you love to say it"

"Yeah I know" I rolled my eyes with a smile on my lips, his eyes were still so fascinating to me I couldn't pull my gaze away, but he didn't seem in a hurry to do so either

He eventually looked back down at my hand and a small frown appeared on his face, I felt a finger run over my palm and looked down at my hand seeing exactly what he was frowning at

"What's this ?"

"It's nothing. Just cut myself on a piece of glass" I said truthfully, leaving the drunk mother dropping the glass part out

"That doesn't look very old"

"It's been a while, almost two months. I just have sensitive skin, it all heals a little slower and it's get scars from the tiniest things" I was still very aware of him holding my hand and his thumb running over my palm "I once got this tiny cut from a pencil and it left a scar which didn't go away until almost three years later" I told him trying to ease the tension a little "we should get back to the cookies"

"Yeah"

We kept going with the cookies (Walker took over the cutting chocolate) and they tasted really good in the end but I could shake that entire interaction from my mind, that was insane and definitely wasn't doing any good for my slight crush on Walker

Authors note:
It's happening and I'm so ready 🤫🤭
I need this relationship to go faster but I can't written quick burns 😭😭
I want a someone to take care of me when I cut my finger and put a floral bandaid on 😪