We Were Supernova

Maybe we're all psychopaths...

"So . . . are you hungry?" He leans against the large window aside from his bed.

For you. I mentally slap myself. What was I thinking? "No." I shift on his bed and fold my hands in my lap.

"Okay." He pauses "Why do I feel like I've met you before."

"Maybe because we go to the same school?" I giggle at the cliché. He narrows his eyes at me and the corner of his mouth goes up just a little. I quickly cease the noise and I feel my face get hot under his stare.

"What?"

"Nothing." He keeps staring at me. "I love that sound." He mumbles under his breath but I hear him anyway. "You should stay away from my sister." He sighs.

"Why?" I ask, hoping he was going to say something romantic. Like "because when you're around me, you're just too tempting. I want you too bad . . ."

"She's bad news. Other than the video you seem like a really innocent person-"

'Other than the video'? He just low key dropped my heart off a 5 story building. "I thought you said you didn't see it?"

"I never said that. I said I was kidding-"

"That's basically saying you've never seen it."

"Wrong. I didn't directly say that I hadn't seen it-"

"Right." I cut him off again. "So my point still stands. You inferred that you've never seen it by saying just kidding. Had you not said just kidding, and you wouldn't have lead me to believe that you hadn't seen it." I purse my lips. "Maybe next time you should be more careful with your word choice."

"I didn't know you back then."

"You don't know me now."

If it's one thing I'm grateful for it's my ability to think of something to say quickly in awkward situations. Lord knows I never wanted to speak of that video after it was sent out but I'm still keeping my calm.

I see that he's about to smile but he doesn't. I can't help but stare at his perfectly pink lips, and imagine my mouth on them. I can't help but bite my lip at the thought and imagine my hips grinding on him. My fingers through his soft hair.

"Why do you do that?" He asks snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Do what?"

"One minute you give me a look like you want to fuck me and the next minute you look like you want to strangle me."

I scoff. Confused and shocked by his words. He's calling me out.

"What?"

"You know what I mean."

"Actually, I'm not sure I do."

"Okay." He shrugs.

I take a moment to look him over. He's seriously dropping it. I was expecting a little argument or something.

"Is that all you have to say? Okay?"

"What do you want me to say?" His eyes are locked on mine.

"I want you to explain what you meant-"

"Why do you care?"

"Because you think I want to fuck you-"

"You don't?"

Of course I do. "That's not the point-"

"So you do."

"Will you stop cutting me off?" I stand. When he doesn't say anything I keep going.