Crazy House

Chapter 20: You wouldn't happen to be jealous

Chapter 20: You wouldn’t happen to be jealous

“I’m paying, and ordering.” Roman says taking my menu out of my hand. We’re currently sitting in a roadhouse, in a booth made for two.

“What? No way.” I say trying to snatch my menu from him but he simply shakes his finger at me.

“I told you I was going to help you, with your… eating problem.” He says, and I’m sure everyone in the place hears him, because he’s so loud.

“I don’t have an eating problem.” I tell him trying to keep my voice low, since people are already looking at us since Roman is loud.

He looks up from the menu with a sexy raised brow, “Why are you whispering?” He asks lowering his voice.

“Because, I don’t want people thinking I have an eating problem.” I tell him.

“But you do.” He says tilting his head slightly, as if he’s studying me.

“No I don’t,” I tell him.

His eyes brighten and he sits up straighter, “You just admitted it.” He says.

I look at him in confusion, “No I didn’t, I did the opposite.” I tell him, and he shakes his head.

“You’re lips, when you lie they turn up slightly.” He says.

I put a hand to my lips, before taking it down, “No they don’t.” I argue.

“When someone lies they have a tell tell sign, Tristian rubs his leg, Jessie starts playing with her hair, Liz averts her eyes a lot from the person she’s talking to. And you,” He points at me, “Your lips turn up, though it is a bit hard to catch, there’s other signs too.”

“I don’t believe you.” I tell him, since there is no way he could’ve picked that up.

“Alright,” He says placing his hands on the table. “We’ll test out my theory, after we put our orders in.”

Our waitress takes our order, and I don’t quite catch what Roman orders me, since I’m too busy staring holes into the waitress, who’s flirting with Roman, and he flirts back.

Roman looks at me with a grin when the waitress leaves.

“You wouldn’t happen to be jealous, would you?” He asks as he watches my face.

“No.” I tell him running a hand through my hair.

“Lie.” He says and his grin widens, making my heart beat faster.

“Was not.” I say.

“Another lie, why were you jealous Ariel?”

“I wasn’t.”

“Belle, we’ve already come to the conclusion that that was a lie, so tell me, why were you jealous?”

Belle? That’s a new one, and it’s definitely making me blush.

“She was just acting like I didn’t exist.” I tell him going to run a hand through my hair again, but stopping halfway, since I know that’s how he’ll know I’m lying.

“Lie.” He says shaking his head, “Was it because she was flirting with me?” He asks.

“No.” I tell him.

“Lie.” He says and when I look up at him he has a huge smile on his face.

“Stop,” I tell him crossing my arms over my chest.

“Stop what?” He asks.

“Teasing me,” I tell him, and I mean it in more than one way, trust me. What he did last night was mean, leaving me high and dry.

“How?” He asks leaning forward, closer to me.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe I’m referring to the fact that you always turn me on, but then you just leave me all hot and bothered.” I slap a hand over my mouth when I realize what I said.

Oh god.

I hide my face with my hands, not wanting him to see how embarrassed I am.

He grabs my hands and pulls them away from my face and I peep at his face, and find it serious. He slips his hands down my arms until he’s holding my hands on the table.

“Ariel,” he lets out a groan, “I’m sorry, I haven’t been trying to confuse you with my… mood swings. I just, when you first came to the house, I liked you, not just because you’re pretty, but because you have this glow about you.. But you’re only 17, and I forget that sometimes, so I let myself get carried away, and when I remember, I try to distance myself from you, like last night.” He says and I’m shocked by his confession.

“I’m 17, not 15, I don’t see why it matters.” I tell him, and he looks a bit shocked, as if he didn’t expect that response.

“Five years difference, still, you haven’t even really lived.” He says and I can tell he’s just making up excuses, which is odd since he just made a huge confession.

“Lie.” I tell him throwing his word back at him.

He gives me a smile but it doesn’t reach his eyes, “I know you’re not looking for a marriage proposal or anything, but I’m not a good person to be in  a relationship with, Ariel.” He says, “I’d probably end up hurting you, and we’re roommates, so that would make the whole house uncomfortable if we broke up.” He tells me, and I’m a bit shocked.

I can’t believe that Roman is bad with relationships, and he’s worried about hurting me.

Hell, I can’t even believe we’re sitting here talking about a relationship between the two of us.

“Fine then, we don’t have to date, we can just have a beneficial relationship.” I tell him leaning back in my seat trying to hide my nerves.

Roman’s eyes lock with mines, and neither one of us even move when the food is brought to our table, it’s as if Roman’s searching for Atlantis  in my eyes. “Ariel, that’s not a good idea.” He finally says but our eyes stay locked.

“Why? You obviously want me, and it’s no secret that I want you.” Where has this boldness come from?

“Fine.” He finally says, and that’s that. The discussion ends and we start eating my food. It’s only now that I realize what Roman ordered. A well done steak.

A bunch of calories..

Maybe I do have an eating problem.

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I'm sorry for mistakes in this chapter, I was proofreading, but stopped because I just can't, right now. I feel like shit... No QN.