Greaser

9. "Talk to Me"

M A R Y 

It’s been three days, and he hasn’t so much as given a glance in my direction. I could still feel his lips lingering on mine, and I wonder if he could still feel mine. I wonder if he was regretting the whole thing, or if he wanted to do it again. Maybe his feelings were conflicted or maybe he was just going to be an asshole about the whole thing and never speak to me again because it would be awkward for him. 

“You know what I don’t get? How Barbara can be with so many guys, or even have relationships with them because they are so rude.” I blurted, glancing over at Diana who had a face full of confusion. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” I muttered out quietly. She put her unfolded clothes in her dresser drawer and walked over to me, taking a seat on the foot of the queen size bed beside me. 

“What did Niall do?” 

“Why do you assume it was Niall, huh?” My blushing at the mere mention of his name was probably a dead giveaway that she was right, and I was trying to forget that she was.

“Because, Dale hasn’t been around since the dance and I’ve seen you every day and night since, except the one day you missed this week. Which I assume had something to do with Niall because he was late for the first class.” She reasoned, and she had completely had a point. Dale was nowhere to be found, probably plotting away to get what he wants without Niall cutting in this time. Which will be much easier now since he was completely avoiding me. If anything, I should be the one avoiding him because he kissed me. Not the other way around and that’s how he is making it seem. 

I sighed, turning to face her as I crossed my legs scooting further onto the bed. “What I’m about to tell you, is only between you and me. And well Niall because he knows. But you cannot tell anyone, not even your diary.” I paused, waiting for a nod so I could go on. “Three days ago, it was Sunday to be exact if you wanted to know.” I stalled, “Niall was in my bedroom, just… sitting at the end of my bed with a cocky smirk on his face but I couldn’t bare to look at him because I had a black eye and fat lip.” I hesitated, “From my dad and I didn’t want him to really see, because he gets defensive about Dale and I didn’t know what he would do about someone who actually physically hurt me, you know?” I looked at her, her eyes glued onto me as she waited for me to continue, holding my hand in hers as a way to let me know that she was there without using words. “Well anyway, he got really pissed, and basically pushed everything off my dresser and made my room a mess before sneaking me out my window.” 

“Is that it? That’s why he was rude? He was protecting you and you are calling him rude? And your dad? Are you kidding, because that’s really low even for someone with his anger problems.” She quickly cut in. 

My head shook, “You didn’t let me finish.” 

“Oh, sorry.” 

“We went to the ice cream shop and he told me about his mom, and how his dad is the same way. It surprised me a little bit, but not so much because he acts like a pissed off teenager all time and I knew there had to be some reason behind it but I never thought it would be that. But he tried getting me to stay at his friend’s house with him and his brother Anthony, which I in no way wanted to.” I paused, clearing my throat after I had been talking for what felt like an hour when in reality it had only been five minutes. “He basically told me he was staying at my house till I fell asleep to make sure I was okay before he left.” I let out, her eyes softening as a way to saw ‘Awe’ without actually saying it. “Don’t give me that look. It’s not so awe, Diana! He ended up passing out in my bed and I had to hide him in my closet when my mom came up to talk to me about my father, and then when she finally left, he was staring at me for the longest time before he just—Kissed me smack on the lips!”