Our Moonlight

28

Emilia

Who the hell invented math?

Whoever it was, they sure loved making people suffer. My brain hurts from attempting to comprehend the different formulas to solve one damn problem.

I drop my pencil on my bed, slumping back against the headboard. I rub my temples while staring at the worksheet in my lap. My legs are underneath my white covers and the paper lies on top of the blanket.

I continue staring at it, hoping that somehow I can absorb the material into my head.

The doorbell ringing snaps my attention to the sound. I glance over at my clock.

1:23pm

It's lunchtime right now at school. I move my math homework from my lap, standing and walking downstairs.

The house is silent. My mother is at work, so I am able to relax and enjoy the quietness. We haven't talked much since . . the incident.

She does not cross my mind all that much anymore. The only times I worry about her are when we are both home together. It's happened a couple of times where we've seen each other but she ignores me and I do the same.

The doorbell rings again and I hurry to the door. "I'm coming!" I shout.

Only when I open the front door, I don't expect to see his face.

Dark blue eyes, black hair, and light skin. 

"What are you doing here?"

"Hi to you too," He says, his eyes moving down to my chest.

I follow his stare but quickly regret it. My cheeks heat up while Levi returns his gaze up to my face. He attempts to hide the smirk but I see it and I want to slap it off his face.

I am still wearing his hoodie.

After Alena dropped me off, I took it off and put it to wash, fully intending to put it in my closet so I could give it back to him.

Plans changed, obviously.

"I don't want to hear it," I warn when Levi opens his mouth to talk.

He raises his hands, trying so hard not to smile but failing. I begin closing the door but his hand stops it from closing. He peeks his head through the small space. "Before you tell me to get lost," Levi slides himself inside my house, standing inches away from me with a small bag in his hands. "I brought a gift." 

I look down to the bag between us. "What is the reason behind this gift?"

"It was your birthday yesterday. Everyone wants a gift on their birthday," He explains and hands me the colorful paper bag.

I take it, the bag feeling heavy in my hands. His eyes bounce between the bag and my face, waiting for my reaction to see what's inside.

My hand digs inside, my fingers touching something soft fabric. I bring the material out, my lips tilting upwards when I see what it is.