Liar || c. d. {DISCONTINUED for new edition}

4 | First Impressions

*Blue's POV*

Okay.

This 'study session' seemed to take longer than I had planned. Chase and I hadn't even had a chance to work because first, Leo tried flirting with me then asking me questions about what all I know about Chase. Then the girl named Bree (who's actually super nice) started getting all giggly and shouldering Chase. And then the one named Adam kept making fun of Chase. Oh, and the best part-

"There is a talking robot on the wall?" I pointed at the little talking robot- thing that had been making unnecessary comments about me and my eyes. Chase opened his mouth to say something, but Bree cut him off. "Yeah, that's Eddy. He's Mr. Davenport's best friend and he also has access to every room."

"Like, even in the showers?" I asked and widened my eyes as all four nodded their heads, Leo with a creeped out look on his face. "Okay, that is just plain creepy."

"Look who's talking, Pink Eye." Eddy laughed. I looked up at the sky and tried hard not to scream.

"Why does everyone have to mention that?"

"For the record, I think they're gorgeous." Everything seemed to pause at Chase's words. He- he thought they were gorgeous?

He seemed to notice my expression because he started blushing. "W-wow, uh, thanks, Chase. No one has ever said that about them." Isn't it kind of weird to be talking about my eyes like they're actually a person?

                "Chase, slow down things a little bit, man." I watched with raised eyebrows and a smirk as Adam slapped Chase on the back and Chase looked frustrated.

               "How many times do I have to tell you guys? It's not a date, I'm her tutor, you know what that is, right?"

               "Yeah, it means that you two get to spend a lot of time at each other's houses." Bree answered matter-of-factly.

I frowned, the idea forming in my head. Chase... At my house? With mom? No. NO.

              "Uh, actually, I would prefer if I just come here." I said, trying not to sound too nervous. Chase looked at me funny.

               "What's wrong with your-"

              "NOTHING!" I cried out then laughed slowly, trying not to make myself look like an idiot. Too late, "I mean, nothing's wrong with it, duh, I just mean... Uh..."

                They were all staring at me. I couldn't tell them the truth! I was still planning little revenge plots on everyone. "Stop staring at me." I said and they just stared even more. They exchanged glances every now and then.

              "What?" I asked, fully aware I probably was making a terrible first impression.
   "Nothing, we just... Uh...." Chase stammered.

              Great. At least I'm not the only one who's nervous about this whole thing.

              About an hour later Chase and I were sitting on the floor, textbooks and paper splayed everywhere. I had my chin on the table and Chase was helping me to complete this stupid english worksheet.

            "Okay," he said, and I looked down at the poem that I had been forced to read to him five minutes ago. "What was the plot of the poem?"

             Why was that question always on everything? I thought back to the poem, which was about a man who met a lady and they fell in love until she died from an illness and the man blamed the spirits for it. So... Is the plot about her dying or the man blaming a spirit? My head was pounding.