The One

Chapter 10: Most girls.

Alyssa's P.O.V

We drove to the ice cream parlor in separate cars. It's was a bit funny, when we went to the parking lot and instead of following him, I walked over my beat down truck. He ran up to me and then I had to explain that I owned Tammy and that I couldn't leave her at school. Then he looked kinda disappointed, while I was restraining myself from laughing at his face.

I got there first, mainly because Cameron was slowly trailing me at my back, like, I don't know, maybe he was trying to do that escort, or convoy protection shit because I wasn't riding in the same car he was. It's was kind of creepy and nice. Creepy-nice.

Luckily, there were a few empty booths when I got there. Usually the place is always packed. Cameron walked in a moment after, his eyes scanning through the parlor.

Now I know I probably should've waited for him outside, but doing that would make it seem like a date, and he'd obviously want to open the door for me, and well, I hate that because we are not on a date. Sue me.

I waved my hand in the air.

"Why didn't you wait for me outside?" he asked, looking... worried?

"I wanted to get a good booth space." He seemed to believe me. Good.

"So what kind of ice cream do you want? Wait lemme guess... strawberry?"

Strawberry? Who takes that?

"No, why strawberry?" I asked.

"I thought most girls loved strawberry, cos it's pink and most girls like... pink?" he stopped at the look of disapproval on my face.

"Those are just stereotypes, Williams. You're lucky it's just me, some other girl might've gone apeshit on you. I'll have the Nutella cookie ice cream, with chocolate sprinkles. And Cameron," I smiled. "I'm not most girls."

He came back minutes after, gave me my ice cream and sat across me in the booth. He ordered vanilla.

"Is that vanilla?"

"Yeah, I'm a vanilla type of guy." he shrugged. Somehow, that didn't sound right... Mind out of the gutter, Alyssa.

"Okaaayy," I said slowly taking a bite. "Fire away."

Then I remembered Faye, the bathroom fetish.

"Actually, hold that thought. I have some questions for you."

"For me?" he asked in suprise. I refrained from rolling my eyes and just nodded, not trusting my mouth not to say something sarcastic.

"So do you by any chance know anyone named Faye? Brownish blonde hair?"

"Faye Monroe?" he asked, his brows furrowed together in confusion. He looked so cute when he was confused.

Wait, what?

I took another bite from my ice cream to clear the weird thoughts flying around in my head.

"Yeah, let's go with that, Faye Monroe." I nodded. Of course I don't know her last name, I barely remembered her first.

"She's a cheerleader. Cheer captain to be precise." he added.

Ohh... now it makes sense. It's been a long while since I went to any game, maybe that's why I couldn't pinpoint her face. I should really improve my recognition ability... if that's even a thing.

"Do me a favour and talk to her, ask her out even."

"Why would I do that?"

Arghh! That confused look again... I need another bite... better.

"Because for some messed up reason, she thinks there's something between us or some crap like that and I need you to set things straight."

"And why do I have to set things straight?"

My God, all these questions are driving me crazy.

"Because, you were the one who came up to me first, so it's only fair you fix this mess."

"As much as I want to help, I can't. I don't like her that way."

"Jesus, Williams. Relationships these days aren't based on feelings. You guys could be the 'it' couple in school." I urged.

"Well, I want mine to be feelings-based, and besides, I want us to be the 'it' couple," he whispered.

Right there. I think my breathing, heartbeat and my thinking stopped right there.

I'm outspoken, most of the times so I normally don't get tongue tied or speechless. But right now that's what I am... downright speechless. I don't even have any form of comeback to spit out and I don't trust myself to say anything so I just focused on licking my Nutella ice cream before it turned into a gooey mess.

"Do... do you hate me, Alyssa?" he asked softly.

"Hate? I don't hate you. Let's just say if you got hit by a bus, I would be driving that bus." I smirked feeling my previous awkwardness vanish.

Lair.

Cameron laughed and it sounded so refreshing, I didn't realise when I joined in. He stopped slowly.

"You've got something..." Then he reached over to my side of the booth, using his thumb to slowly wipe off the little drizzle of ice cream from the side of my mouth and he... he licked it off his thumb. More like sucked it.

Holy shit.

Truthfully, I don't know what I was expecting him to do with the ice cream thumb given there weren't any napkins or tissues nearby but still...

Seeing a hot guy licking ice cream which was once on your mouth off his thumb is enough to send any girl on overdrive. And I'm not sure if that's  good or bad, but in my case, it's probably bad. As in I've-got-to-get-away-ASAP bad.

We just had this intense locked eyes staring, brown eyes to even browner eyes, me sitting there and Cameron kind of hovering over the table, mid-standing, mid-sitting, until it became apparent to me that I had to leave pronto.

"Thanks. I... uhh... I have to go now. My brother's probably home alone, waiting for me." It wasn't a complete lie... but I'm sure Ivan won't be waiting for me. "Thanks for the ice cream."

Not even waiting for a reply, I left. I was out so fast I didn't even realise it until I was driving away. It made me wonder if I actually walked out, or ran out.

This wasn't how I imagined or planned this. Most girls would've died for that moment, would've taken it. But me? I ran. And it looks like I'm going to have to keep running forever.

Because I'm not most girls.

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                           AUTHOR'S RANT.

You most definitely aren't!

So here's a whole chapter dedicated to feels, because really, the feels define everything.

Pic above = Zoey Deutch (Alyssa).

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