Inked

Opinionated People

Chapter 6:

Zayn had to go to the shop so I'm left in my apartment to think about everything, of course with constant interjections from Eleanor and Nicolette.

"I just don't see how it's confusing?!" Eleanor huffs in frustration. "Nicolette and I didn't have that much trouble! We sure as hell told each other we liked each other before we slept in the same bed." She smirks.

"It wasn't like that! This was friendly! Just friendly... Like a sleep over! Surely you had sleepovers with friends who were girls." I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, in highschool, but I didn't like them. If I did, I went out of my way to make sure they thought I didn't like them. Never have I just slept in the same bed with my crush who also likes girls. This wasn't friendly if you were both thinking of each other ask possible partners." She points out.

"Well we weren't so." I shrug, forcing myself to sound natural.

"Liar." Nicolette laughs.

"Shut up! I am not!" I grunt in frustration. I'm actually quite convinced that it was just friendly on Zayn's part. If it were anything else... Wouldn't something have happened? Especially with the dream I had... We just slept in the same bed. That doesn't mean anything. We're both happen to like guys. That doesn't mean we like each other. (Well I mean I do, but that' stealth not the point.)

"Look Liam, I'm sorry you're an idiot, but he likes you." Eleanor rubs my shoulder.

"Everyone knows it, too not just us." Nicolette interjects.

"You people frustrate me." I roll my eyes and adjust myself on the couch. The girls and I are watching a film and I'm just annoyed because they seem to be mislead about who I am, and who Zayn is. Zayn is so nice, funny and talented, not to mention how hot he is... I'm just, not the type of guy Zayn would go for. After giving it some thought this morning, I decided that Zayn wasn't talking about me in reference to his ability to get excited. If he was... He probably wouldn't tell me.

"You're deluded." Eleanor shouts at me as I get up to go to the kitchen for a drink.

"I'm just being realistic." I shout back as I open the fridge. I see the pitcher of Kool-aid and chuckle at the memory of Zayn drenched in the red drink.

I wish it was as simple as Nicolette and Eleanor's relationship... Granted they were crushing on each other for months before the officially met, but still. I dip back into the living room to see the two of them snuggling on the couch. Is it so bad that I'm living vicariously through them? Just as I come to the conclusion that I'm being rather creepy, Nicolette's eyes flicker up to mine from the couch.

"What?" she asks.

"Nothing." I say sheepishly, looking at the ground.

"Liam... I'm sorry that you can't see how truly amazing you are, and that you are able to be loved." She smiles, reading my mind. That's the thing about Nicolette... she may be sassy and fun, but when you need her, she's actually a really good person to talk to when you're feeling lost. She rises to the challenge of making someone feel better, which I can tell is another reason El likes her so much. Nicolette completes her, and I love her to bits for that.

"Yeah... thanks." I bite my lip. She's right of course. I do have trouble believing I can be loved... For many reasons I feel... inadequate. One of those reasons being Elliot... It wasn't his fault of course - It wasn't anyone's... but still, he broke me even more than I was already. I stand there in the doorway remembering everything. Everything about him that I try to forget from his dark, feathered hair, to the silver bracelet he never takes off.