I'm His Good Girl

Chapter 8.

Can he feel the tension or is it just me?

I was sat on the couch at the far end, looking at the floor and sometimes, at the tv, but my mind couldn't concentrate on anything but him.

The fact that he was in the same room as me and he seemed so...casual about this. Like we were best friends and this was just a normal day for us.

But we weren't friends and this was definitely  not a normal day.

For a second, I actually wanted to know what he was thinking, but the thought ran away as soon as I realized how corrupted his mind really was and how I didn't want to be corrupted too.

I am fine the way I am now.

Innocent and clueless?

I sighed. Alright, so maybe this wasn't the way I wanted to be. But is it really my fault that everyone around me tried to protect me by hiding the truth? They let me see only the happy side of my life and here I was now, feeling like a clueless idiot for not knowing my family.

''You know, starring at the floor like that makes you look like a psycho.''

I wanted to tell him that the one who seems to be the psycho here was him, but I didn't.

''Elodie?''

His voice made me turn my head toward him only to see him closer to me than 5 seconds ago. My heart picked up its pace and I wondered for a second if it was only because of fear.

Are you really scared of him?

''Princess?''

I stared into his eyes.

His warm, soft gaze traveled from my eyes to my mouth, where my bottom lip was trapped between my teeth.

''I wish you wouldn't do that.'' his voice sounded deeper than before and it caused a weird feeling to spread through my body.

''I wish you wouldn't call me something that I'm not.'' my voice was just above a whisper and I hated how vulnerable I sounded.

But I didn't like that nickname. Princess.

His typical smirk was back and he looked straight into my eyes while he asked me. ''Then how do you want me to call you?''

He got closer to me and I could smell his sweet scent. I started breathing hard and I knew he could see that because his smirk grew wider.

I swallowed.

''Just call me Elodie. This is my name.''

I didn't sound as confident as I wanted but that was all I could menage in those moments.

''I don't want to call you the way everyone does.''

I parted my lips letting a puff of air to escape. This was just so...overwhelming?

He and I on a couch, alone in my house, the tv on, but long forgotten in the background, his face so close to mine and my thoughts that were all over the place.

I couldn't concentrate on anything else but Aiden and the way he was looking at me in that moment.

I tried to tell myself that I was feeling this way only because no other boy has ever been so close to me before, but as much as I wanted to believe my rational part, I just knew that it was something more.

And I hated myself for that.

I heard his deep chuckle and I swear I got goose bumps on my skin because of it.

''I asked you a question.''

Was he messing with me?

Of course he was, that's what he always does.

I cleared my throat, adverting my gaze from him.

''Everyone calls me by my name and you are as normal as everyone else so just call me Elodie or El.''

He was silent for a second, before finally answering.

''Then I'm going to call you DeeDee.''

''What, no!''

That name really didn't suited me at all.

''Or Lidie, Ellie, Ella-

''Stop!''

He stopped saying random names and smirked at me knowing he won. ''Just call me whatever you want.'' I sighed.

''As you wish, princess.''

His phone started ringing and when he answered his smirk was gone and the playful tone of voice was replaced with a serious one.

Before I knew it, he was at the door.

''I have to go, but I'll come back to check on you later. Bye, princess''

And before I had the chance to answer, he was gone.

***

I tried to stop myself from thinking about him, but here I was in the middle of the night, staring at the dark ceiling of my room thinking about him.

Aunt Kate came home a few minutes ago claiming she was exhausted and she went to bed right after, not giving me any chance to talk to her more about what she told me this morning.

Aiden didn't come back.

I hated myself for even thinking about him.

I hated myself because deep down, I knew I actually wanted him to come back.

I liked that he cared. Or at least that's what he wanted me to believe and that's what I wanted to believe too.

It'd hurt to much to know that he actually didn't care about me.

Well he doesn't.

I felt a huge hole forming in my chest the moment I thought this and it scared me. Why was I suddenly feeling these things?

A tap on my window cut my thoughts and Aiden's body appeared in my room.

''You should really start locking your window at night.''

Sorry for the wait. I had to take a break to focus on school. I also had prom yesterday. Yeah, it wasn't such a memorable night like everyone said it should be. At least, not for me.

Anyway, please vote if you liked this chapter and comment your opinion.

THANK YOU