It Started With Hello

Chapter 8:

~Lucas' POV~

Fear doesn't even describe how I feel under Ella's glare.

I smiled trying to lighten her mood a little with a little hope. "So is Ella your real name or is it a nickname or like short for your name. Which would explain the whole nickname thing. You know I knew someone with a nickname Food Max, just because his name was Max." I paused and took a thought.

"Maybe I should call Max from PE that. You know Litzy's boyfriend. Speaking of Litzy she seems... Lit....speaking of Lit. This one time I lit my sister on fire because she said that- she said-" I paused again and looked up at the sky trying to remember.

I can tell by the atmosphere or however that works. Ella is calming down.

I like how she's still listening. I would have left by now.

"Well, pickle juice."

Ella just looked at me like I was crazy.

She did this adorable thing. Like a baby boxer tilting his head to the side.

"I forgot why I lit my sister on fire, but all I know is that she's alive. Speaking of alive did you hear about the guy you got shot and is-" Before I can continue my long rambling Ella finally had enough.

How do I know that? Well....

"That's enough. Please no more rambling. You're making me forget why I was mad." Ella said covering her mouth after she finished so I wouldn't notice the smile she was trying to hold back.

But I noticed anyways. And damnit just when I was going to tell her about Grandma Jan being a savage.

Ella cleared her throat making me put my full attention towards her. "Before I yell. I will answer your question."

Confused. I just stared.

I asked her a question?

"My name is Ellena but people call me Ella, but you spell mine with two L's instead of one" She said sticking two fingers in my face.

Not literally....that would be awkward. Just like this whole conversation.

I rolled my eyes annoyed by her sticking her hand in front of my face. I looked at her hands amazing by how small they are.

Ella kept yelling at me for reasons to why she's mad but I just kept looking at her beautiful hand.

No I don't have a hand fetish. I just find everything about this girl cute.

Amazed by her hand movements in my face. I moved my hand slowly until I touched her hand. I felt her tense under my touch.

I moved my fingers with her's. Our palms were touching and I can feel everything around me blur while I just stared at our hands.