Maybe...?

CHAPTER 8

"Hello, Eleanor." He says politely.

"Hi." I try to be natural.

"Here you go." He hands me the Language book.

I take it, smiling.

"Thanks," I tell him, a bit ashamed.

I blush.

There's an awkward silence surrounding us.

Does he need something?

Why is he still there?

Well, I obviously don't mind his presence, but it's weird.

None of us talk.

He seems to look at the house, my house.

"Is there anything more?" I ask, probably too harsh.

He suddenly looks at me, tightening.

"Uhm. Nothing, yeah, I was just watching those flowers. My mom has a flower shop in the main city." He mentions.

"And...?" I think for myself.

Maybe he's being nice, making an effort to not end this conversation.

"Oh... that's cool. I don't have parents." I say before thinking it twice.

"Damn it... sorry." He is being so lovely.

"Don't worry, it happened years ago. I'm fine now with my grandma."

"You were crying because of that?" he asks.

"What?" I'm confused.

"When we were in the same sports team I remember seeing you crying alone in the playground." "By the way, you were so cute with your two tails." He smiles, showing his dimple.

"Ah, yes. That was the day where they told me that they were dead."

DID HE JUST SAY THAT I WAS SO CUTE WITH MY TWO TAILS?

Then, that means that I'm not cute anymore or that I was cute and now I'm beautiful.

CRAP.

SEE THAT?

OVERTHINKING TOO MUCH.

I remind myself that he's like that with ALL the girls.

"Well, I'm, so sorry... You have me for everything, okay? But I have to go now, you know, homework." He puts his hand on my shoulder, looking at me directly with his brown eyes.

Meanwhile, I'm freaking out inside.

"E-h eh, thank you." I see him walking away.

"Bye¡" He waves me a hand.

"Bye¡" I do the same.

FINE, NOW I WON'T GET HIM OFF MY HEAD.

I feel great, but bad at the same time.

I'm grateful because he is talking to me again, like the old times.

The thing is that I know, I certainly know that this is fake.

ALL THIS IS A FAKE.

This little sign of interest on me is just my imagination, trying to cheer me up.