Bliss

Bliss 21 | Curiousity is a bitch

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• Rosalie •

   I narrowed my eyes at him. Not believing what he said. "Seriously?"

    He nodded, his eyes danced in childish amusement, "I'm very serious, in fact."

    I waited for a while, to see if it was a bluff or not. Apparently, it wasn't. I smiled softly, "Okay, I'll make some Mac and cheese for you,"

    He grinned and finished his eating. I stared at him, not paying attention to the food I made because I was hungry. I probably wasn't that hungry. Which means I probably made this lunch because of Calvin. No, for Calvin. He caught me staring, I looked away too quickly, and stumbled as I stood up.

   I chuckled, "want more?" I gestured to his nearly finished plate.

    "If I could, I would have more, but you have a shift now," He nodded at the clock behind me. And he was right, in exactly 20 minutes my shift at the diner starts.

   "How did you know that I have a shift now?" I folded my arms at him, he shrugged.

   "I know everything when it comes to you." Was his simple answer.

   I sighed, my heart fluttering because of what he said, "you're driving me crazy," I muttered, by he heard me.

    "Well, you already did." He stood up, our eyes locked for what seemed like forever, they were having a mute and sincere conversation with each other, and I didn't trust my eyes. My eyes were backstabbing little shits when it comes to feelings and emotions.

   The flirting or whatever it is between Calvin and I needs to be stopped.  He already has a girlfriend, even if he doesn't like her anymore, and I don't want to be hurt. I was the one to break eye contact, "Look, Calvin–"

   He cut me off, bringing his plate to the sink, "You barely ate," He said, changing the subject.

   "I'm not hungry," not anymore. "I can do that," I told him about the plate, yet he ignored me and washed it anyway.

   I put my plate away as he walked out of the kitchen, snatching something off of the counter. I curiously followed him, wanting to see what he took. It was my sketchbook. "Hey! That's mine!"

   "Obviously." He said, rolling his eyes while he headed to the door, "grab a jacket or something, I think it's a bit chilly outside,"

   ***

  I sighed, "I just can't believe you, drinking like that at school," I whisper shouted at him, He looked at me in confusion.

   "Why are you whispering?" He asked, and I nodded at the cab driver. "So? I got drunk in school, big deal,"

   I gasped, "Big deal?!" I swear I felt something snap in my brain. I sighed again, "Okay, Chill Rosalie, just relax. Ask him the important question."

    Calvin groaned, "there's an important question?" I nodded, and he looked away.

   I didn't speak, I sat there staring at his face, looking for anything that would give him away. Anything that explains his mood, and the angry sadness that was radiating off of him.

    He noticed my silence, so he looked back at me. I decided to speak. "Are you okay, Calvin?"

    He inhaled and exhaled, not breaking eye contact with me, he shook his head, "I told you. I'm not." He said calmly, and yet I felt how sincere he sounded. He started to look over my sketchbook.