Chapter Five: Nicknames

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Eliza's POV:

"Welcome to my humble kingdom." I opened the door and revealed my small two bedroom, two bath house to Aaron who peeked inside eagerly. "My parents aren't home, but I do know self defense." I threatened, stepping pass the threshold into the hallway. I took off my TOMs and shoved them to the side by the staircase.

Aaron was waiting patiently outside, looking at me.

"Are you going to just stand there?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

He just shrugged.

"Well it's cold and the wind is blowing into my house. Come in," I motioned with my hand and he followed, shutting the door behind him. Aaron was acting so weird all of a sudden that I began to become curious. Because, that's just the type of person that I am: curious and sassy. "Make yourself at home," I added, rounding the kitchen counter and snapping open the fridge to pull out ice cream, an apple, three slices of cold pizza, some ham, and two bananas, placing them carefully on my counter. This was my entire life.

Aaron started to chuckle from the other side of the room so I glared up at him and pouted, puckering my lower lip and narrowing my eyes. Is it so wrong for a girl to ear till her heart's content? It should actually be a law, if you ask me.

"What?" I finally asked, moving my stuff over to the kitchen table next to my backpack. "I'm so sorry that I have food and you don't, but there's no need to make fun of me." I smirked.

"You fascinate me," Aaron repeated, stepping closer.

"There you go again," I sighed, rolling my eyes. "And you fascinate me."

Aaron quirked one eyebrow before I continued.

"You're a lot different from other guys. You are oddly annoying and stupid," I couldn't help myself, I broke into laughter and nibbled on my piece of ham, still giggling. When I saw Aaron's face, I said: "Oh come on! You bug me like no other!" I crossed my arms, defending myself.

"So do you!" He remarked, pulling out a chair and flipping through his science binder. "You constantly insult me, day after day."

"Insulting you is fun," I innocently replied.

"Yup, and it hurts," Aaron put his hands to his heart, mocking pain. "Because when you say harmful words, it stings, right here." He pointed to his heart.

"Wait, let me feel." I moved my hand so it touched his chest and I could feel his beating heart thumping in his chest. The pounding was so powerful. "Well that's weird," I muttered.

"What's weird?" Aaron asked, looking confused.

"You actually do have a heart!" I smile brightly before patting his chest and removing my hand, noticing that once my hand wasn't touching his skin, the heat was missing. It was kind of a nice feeling.

Aaron gasped, a smirk tugging on his lips at our little game.

"You see! You're so mean! You're a, a-"

"A what?" I challenged.

"A bully," he stated proudly.

I snorted.

I am a bully? Hardly. Maybe sometimes I joke around a little bit too harshly but the only person that I really pick on is Aaron. He's just such an easy target and besides, he started it first, so why should I not retaliate? The best quote in the world is: 'I may not throw the first punch, but you can bet that I'll throw the last.' I live by that motto. I was deceiving and manipulating when I want to be, and I honestly enjoyed every single second of it. I play dirty.

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