No Fears

Chapter 5- Steph

"STEPH! WAIT UP!" I heard Scott calling my name from behind. I started to walk faster. I was going to run away from him for the second time today. I was such a coward. I heard him starting running towards me.

"Why are you still avoiding me?" He asked once he was in front of me. He looked confused. What? He thought that after telling Aly she could press charges, everything had been forgotten? "I thought that after... that after what I said in lunch..." He mumbled.

Yep, that was exactly what he was thinking.

"Nothing's changed, Scott. I don't want anything to do with you. Now, would you get out of my way again?!" I asked him frustrated. If I stayed near him for another minute I would abandoned what little strength I still had in me, and would tell him to kiss me again. Begged him, even. I had to leave. I tried to move to the other side of him but he was fast, and again blocked my way.

"Would you just tell me why you won't to talk to me?" He asked annoyed.

"Just stay out of my life, Scott." I said. I saw hurt in his blue eyes. Those amazing startling blue eyes.

"Fine." He said, finally giving up. I was relieved, but secretly disappointed that he didn't fight more.

But I just walked away.

Truth was, I wasn't angry at him. I didn't believe for a second that he had ever wanted to do something to me. But I was scared, afraid that if I let him near me, I would be at risk of falling in love with him, I would hand him my heart on a silver platter, and he would take it at first, but then, he would destroy it. I knew he would, and I was protecting myself by making him stay away from me, as much as it had hurt to do so. The cheerleader that flirted with him at lunch only reminded me of who he really was. A player, a fuck-boy, nothing more, he couldn't be more.

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When I got home, the house was empty. I figured my mom had taken the twins for ice-cream or something after school. They were five, so they probably had a few more years before they start thinking that they were too old for that. At least, that was what happened to me.

My house felt so big when no one was home. But it was the time I loved it the most. I thrived in the quiet, it was very relaxing. I was hungry so I headed to the kitchen to grab a snack, when I was about to enter it this sweet smell smothered me.

Please tell me that Berta had baked her special cookies. Please let that glorious smell be those.

I opened the door and a plate of cookies was waiting for me in the breakfast island at the middle of the kitchen.

"Yessss!" I exclaimed. I grabbed a special cookie and took an exaggerated big bite.

"Hungry?" Berta asked when she closed the fridge's door. I choked with shock.

I coughed a couple of times until the remaining part of the cookie that was in my throat was out. What a waste of a perfectly good cookie...

"You scared me." I told her.

She laughed. "I had been here all along, is not my fault you only had eyes for the cookies."

I laughed now. She was totally right.

"You have a fat soul, Steph." She said. And yeah, I admitted it. I loved food. But I had control over it, and that's what counted. Okay I had control over it whenever we weren't talking about those cookies.

"I know, it's just that I can never get enough of your special cookies, Berta." I admitted.

"When will you stop calling them that? They are just regular oatmeal with chocolate chips cookies." She said.