opposites attract

Awkward moments

Liam’s POV:  

I didn’t know what to do when Izzy started to sob. I’ve seen many girls cry, but seeing Izzy cry was totally unexpected. I did the last thing that came to my mind.

As I pulled her into a hug, she suddenly became peculiarly still. I expected her to immediately pull away from me, but instead she continued crying, hugging me back. She probably wasn’t in the mood of doing all that. I still couldn’t believe that she had the guts to walk alone at night.

 Her mascara was smeared on her cheeks. I felt like an idiot as she abruptly jerked away from me, not noticing how long we were like this. The whole ‘Miss Rebellious look’ took over her face as she sat up straighter in her seat, her cheeks turning a light shade of red. Man, this was soo awkward. I immediately cleared my voice, pulling over by a nearby drug store.

“I’ll buy some plasters and stuff,” I said quickly, nervously running my hand through my hair, trying to escape the awkward moment.

“No, its_,” before she could protest, I was already on my way to the store. God! That girl was the most stuborn person I’ve ever met. If I was doing this for another girl now, she would be head over heels for me. Not that i was trying to impress her, but i was doing it out of kindness.

“You know, you didn’t have to do that” said a familiar voice, bringing me back to reality. Speak of the devil and the devil appears. I turned my head to look at Izzy leaning against the counter, her arms crossed.

“Don’t ever do that” i yelled.

“Aww, did i scare liam,” she cooed with a smirk. Even when she had a black eye and a bruised arm, she was still the same stubborn Izzy.

As I handed over the items to the cashier, she gave me an exceptionally suductive smile. She was probably in her early 20s.

“Well hello. What can i do for you?” she asked, looking at me through her eyelashes. She glared at Izzy coldly, giving her a dirty look.  I handed her the items. 

“So, can i get your number,” She purred while she twirled her blonde her with her finger. Izzy gaged as she said this. This was the best chance to get back at Izzy. I grinned at the thought of this. I simply laughed and intwined my hands with Izzy’s. She gave me a ‘what are you doing look.’ I looked over to the cashier who winked at me, still expecting an answer.

“Seriously? You think you have a chance when I’m holding her hand?” I said, shaking my head while pulling Izzy toward the exit. I looked back at the cashier lady whose eyes were fixed into a scrutinizing stare.

“What’s your problem, embarassing me like that” Izzy finally said angrily, pulling her hand off of my grip.

 “What’s your problem, scaring the shit outta me” i mimicked her with the same tune.

“Urgh!” she shouted, stomping off furiously.

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“I can do it myself,” Izzy whined.

“Just give me the damn thing” I shouted.

She sighed and handed me the spirit angrily. I turned the bottle upside-down and applied some of it on the cotton. I gently dabbed the wet cotton on her wound. She flinched.

“Oww! It stings.” she cried.

“I’m almost done” i assured her. I dabbed the cotton on her wound once more and then firmly placed the plaster on it.

“I could’ve done it alone, you know.” She complained.

“You should atleast say Thank you” I muttered.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing,” I replied hastily. I watched her from the side mirror as she looked at my neck.

“What?” i asked puzzled.

“I’m just looking at that thing.” She replied, pointing at my neck.

I looked at the key necklace that was around my neck. It was the last thing that I had left from my mother before she passed away. Her last words were like ‘keep it safe,’ telling me it is some kind of family inherited item. First I thought she was saying things because of the medicines she was taking, but I just had to listen to her ‘cause those were her last words. I looked at Izzy who was still expecting an answer.

“Umm, it’s like this necklace my mom passed to me before she died,” I said, my eyes focused on the road.

“Oh,” she said. I hated when people pitied me, making me look vulnerable, which most people did but Izzy didn’t push it, which was good. We finally reached Izzy’s house; the old looking walls of the apartment were covered in graffiti and there were hooded teenagers in a corner of the apartment who were smoking and swearing at the top of their voices. The dim lamp posts lit over the untrimmed hedges that overlooked the parking lot. I parked the car on a driveway, and looked at Izzy.

“These guys look dangerous out there. Should I walk you to your apartment?”

She looked at me and put on her back pack.

“Thanks for the ride,” she said with a smile.

 Before she left, she did the most unexpected thing.

She hugged me.

 authors note:

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