Celia was sitting by her lonesome when I finished ordering at the cashier booth, making my way over to the empty seat next to her, who didn't glance up from the book she was reading until I nudged her on the elbow. The pink and gold highlights over her hair looked almost pale under the lights over the restaurant.
"Molly?" Celia said questionably, dog-earing the book she was reading and taking a sip from the soda that was resting next to her book.
"Oh my God, hi!" I grinned wider over her, pulling up a stool and sitting myself down. "We've really got to stop meeting each other like this."
A laugh escaped out of Celia's lips, bringing a slice of pizza into her lips and taking a bite. "We really do." She nodded along. "What brought you here?" She asked, probing further the same time as my order was delivered to the table as I mouthed a thank you to the server and savored the delicious pizza smell waft up to my nose.
"A friend invited me." I replied shortly, letting the cheese melt into my tongue, along joined the pepperoni. Celia nodded, looking back into the book with the cover black alongside a piece of rose flaming up red. "I didn't know you read that book. It was such a terrifying read but a little yawn for me, that I thought her other work was a lot better."
"Oh this?" Celia held up the book over, flipping through the pages. "I just started as well, but yeah, so far it's a little boring. I like the other one better too, I had no idea we almost had the same taste to everything."
"Yeah, it is weird." I agreed, wiping my chin over with napkin from the smear of pizza across my face. "But you know, maybe we could've been like that one ship from Gilmore Girls who bonded over books, the people's favorite." I winked at her, tugging a smirk at my lips as I took in the book out of her grasp, skimming through the pages and noticing the parts highlighted by her.
"I haven't watched that show." Celia noted, scowling. "I don't really have the time, but is it any good?" She asked.
"Only the best." I said to her, still wandering on the pages of the book. "Would I recommend something to you that's not good?" Again, with the innuendo that I might or might not be into her, which it couldn't happen—what would everyone say?
"This pizza is so good." I chewed on the slice of pizza, the other three still remained on the table, as I liked to try different flavors at a time. "You're welcome to have a bite if you want, I don't think I can finish all of it by myself. Yet, I tend to order a lot more than I can handle." A chuckle emerged out of my lips, Celia nodded along, then tended to her own pizza which was the last one.
"So, where are your friends? I actually saw you earlier, sitting in that open bench, right?" Celia motioned over the long bench that my group and I previously sat in—the one which was now occupied by strangers.
"I don't know, really." I shrugged off. "They left it seems. I was catching up with other friends of mine, who turned out to be here as well. Go figure." The sentence sputtered lightly out of my mouth, as if I was talking to an old friend I hadn't talked to in a while—that's how I felt around her.
"Let me guess." Celia tapped her fingers on the table, skimming through the pages and not even glancing at me. "Logan?" She added. The way she said his name, irked a part of me, making me force down the rest of the pizza to my throat. Logan was quite well-known among a group of girls, though only a handful knew about who he was underneath all that cool guy behavior, but for those on the need-to-know basis, he was fair game.
"Yeah." I replied shortly, stirring around my cup with the straw. "Do you know him?" I felt the need to ask.
"I know of him." Celia told me. "Not like we're close or anything. But if you go to school at Townwood, it's stupid if you're not aware of certain things." Her tone cut deep through my core when Logan told me off about not knowing that sticky situation spot in all my years of being in that school.
"I suppose." I reasoned. "Did you consider yourself some of the people in our school worthy enough to date or have you actually done any?" A scowl caught faintly over her cheeks, which I wanted to take back the phrasing on the last one, but shrugged it off and took it as my overreacting over something small.
"There was this guy, freshman year." She started, mulling over and looking into the open space where a singer on the main stage was singing an acoustic version of that song by Ed Sheeran—the overplayed one that became everyone's wedding song at one point. "We went out once, and he was actually cute as well, but I told him it wasn't going to go any further." She concluded.
"Why is that, I mean, if he's cute?"
There was a faraway look over Celia's face, as if her answers were somewhere within the tables occupied by a group of friends and laughing and making jokes with each other. She drew a sharp breath, looking down on the table where she fiddled around with her fingers. "Guess to him, it was a casual first date. But to me, it was an awakening." She sighed deeply. "That I'm not into guys." The revelation choked me out of the soda that I was drinking, causing several heads around me to turn and look at me, throwing me a look of disdain, but I waved them off and smiled apologetically.
"You're... gay?"
The announcement should've left me with triumph, as did the butterflies I had no idea were nestling in my stomach, awakened and fluttered. Celia nodded lowly, burying herself in a book once again, avoiding my gaze, as if she'd just confessed something that she shouldn't have in the first place. Seeing a sudden change in her behavior, I switched it up and lightened the mood.
"I'm not the only one feeling things, am I?"
Celia looked at me, growing interested by the beam over her cheeks and her eyes widening. "Define feelings." She tried to play it coy, but I knew the truth, then I pulled her away from the stool deliberately, hiding away in a quiet corner over the back of the pizza parlor, where the rest room was.
With her pinned and locked against the wall, as my arms reached out on both of her sides, I peered into her hazel eyes that looked almost black under the dark. "I'm going to go crazy if I don't at least try." Then after the words swum its way back to the surface, I leaned closer and pressed my lips hard against hers. My heart raced quicker in pace as soon as the taste of sweet peach of her lips and meaty flavor of pizza melted over my tongue. The throbbing in my head was stinging behind my eyes, unsure whether it was the alcohol finally getting in my system or the feeling of something new, raw and gut-wrenching. It didn't take long for the kiss to register in her brain that she kissed me harder and cupped my cheeks with her soft-like touch of a hand. The feelings tingled my insides that it felt like there were a million ants crawling underneath, teasing through and through.
As the kiss deepened and proceeded to her sucking on my neck, a shadow appeared in the corner of my eyes, the figure showed himself by walking out of the bathroom across where we were, only then did I know that I along with my reputation was screwed. Especially after acknowledging how much of a blabbermouth or prankster I discovered about him tonight.
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Author's Note:
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