Fences

Chapter 3~ What Do You Mean I'm Not Friendly

Once I was dressed and had my hair pulled back in a bun, I smoothed down my dress, which had a stripped bust and was plain black underneath and fell right above my knees, then I walked out of my room. My eyeliner was to the minimum, enough to highlight my dark blue eyes, and my face had a scarce amount of makeup which only included foundation, blush and lipstick. My hair fell naturally straight just below my shoulders. 

Yes, nothing special. But, I still wouldn't want him thinking that I dressed up for him.

No shoes. Why the hell would I wear shoes in my own house? 

Everyone was still standing up around the living room, our moms were drinking wine and Ian and Zavier were joking about something. I stood around awkwardly waiting to be acknowledged. Did I mention I didn't know how to be social like a normal person?

Anyways, I stood for a solid minute until Ian noticed me eyeing the bananas.

If I ate, I wouldn't be so bored, eh? At least, that's how I saw it. Why make friends when you can make food. Or more importantly, eat it.

"Hey Loria. Why are you lingering?" Ian asked, bringing both of them over. I sighed and ignored Zavier.

"Were's dad?" I dodged his question. It was seven thirty, he should have been home by now. 

"In the garage talking with my dad," Zavier answered instead, "Something about the odd trash rotations."

"It's not that odd. Every other week it's also recycle pick up. What does he not understand about that?" I put my hand on my face. "I'll grab them."

"Hey, I'll come with you." Zavier smiled and walked on ahead. Behind his back, I shook my head with an unbelievable look at Ian. He only let out a breath of a laugh. 

I turned with a groan and followed him.

"Why are you dressed up?" He asked, keeping his focus forward. 

"I'm not?" I meant it as a statement but for some reason my response came out nervously, making it sound like a question. "I always wear dresses."

"Oh, a girly girl." Zavier slowed so he could bump my shoulder with his. 

"No, not really." I didn't elaborate. I was beyond annoyed. "Leave me alone, would you."

"Wow. Your mom wasn't kidding that you didn't know how to be friendly."

The door to the garage was half way open, but I stopped and looked at him surprised. "What did she say? I am friendly! You are just frustrating!"

"Okay. What's the name of your best friend?" He asked, crossing his arms. I didn't like the way he was staring, like he was about to prove a point. Well, the jokes on him. I do have a best friend.

"Olive!" I said before walking into the garage. "Dad will you come back in? I'm starving."

"Yes, sure honey. Give us five minutes." His blue eyes, the exact shade I had, caught mine and he nodded his head towards Zavier's dad. "I just want to show him one last thing..."

"Alright. We will be inside." I blew him a kiss before closing the door again. "And your point is?"

"Who are your other friends?" Zavier picked the conversation right back up. "List them for me."

"Well, there's Kyle. But he's Olive's boyfriend. And Ethan, but he's... you know what? Forget it." I pushed passed him and heard his rumbling laugh. Really. I think I hated him at that moment. 

"And you have no boyfriend, I assume?" His voice was quiet in my ear, and I shoved him away from me.

"Stop being rude." I practically ran to the table. No, in my seventeen years of existence, I never had a boyfriend. There was one near-experience, but that doesn't count. Two or three months of flirty texts doesn't count as a real relationship.

And no, that was not in middle school.

"Hey! I'm just trying to get to know you."

"Well then stop." 

***

His mother was a nice, respectable, sweet human being.

I honestly don't know what happened to make Zavier the way he was. 

"I'm so happy Zavier is your friend." Mrs. Wenston, as I learned their last name, brought me into a hug when they called it bedtime. My whole heart rejoiced when they stood up. No more Zavier for the night.

"Yes, of course." I couldn't just say no to the comment, she was such a nice lady. I didn't want to break her heart, you saw who she had to live with. 

"Bye, Loria." Zavier moved in close to me to give me a hug like his mom did, and I stomped on his foot. Good thing his mom didn't see. With a grunt he retreated. But not before winking and causing my smiley face to turn into a scowl.

Back it up, mister.

He had acted appropriately through the night, rarely ever speaking to me. Although I did have to kick his leg when he made faces at one point, but then I got reprimanded by my mom.

"Goodnight!" I yelled through the crack in the door. Nope, they were not coming back tonight.

Or ever, if I had anything to do with it.

"See you later," I heard Zavier call right as I closed the door.

"Or not," I fist bumped the air.

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Chapter 3 is up! Yay! I wasn't sure if I wanted to write the actual dinner. Did you guys want to read it? I can always come back and add it! It's only the first draft.

Anyways, there it is! I'm having fun writing it so far, although it is just the beginning. Gotta brainstorm the rest of it! 

Thanks for reading!

Mwah~ Annabe