Better For Me

.part two.

You opened your eyes to the sound of the chirping birds and of course the goddamn trash truck on your street. You'd remembered the night before and scoffed. How could Steve stand to be friends with this guy? He was an absolute dick! You tore yourself away from the warmth of your covers and made your way into the bathroom, brushing your hair and brushing your teeth. It was a slow morning and you didn't have a class until noon, this meant you were going to get on your laptop and binge watch whatever TV show you'd left on. You heard three patterned knocks at your bedroom door, indicating it was Natasha. You opened the white frame and she hung her head low.

"Y/N, I am so sorry! He was so nice when I was around! I didn't know he would be such an asshole, I didn't-" You hushed her panicked apology,

"Nat, it's seriously, fine, I'm just happy I didn't stay longer than I did."

"You're not gonna kick my ass?"

"I want to... So bad but I'm really nice, you know that." You gave her a wink and walked over to the kitchen to make yourself some coffee,

"I don't know about nice, Y/N." You laugh at her and playfully shove her as she comes closer to you.

Today you decided to walk to campus, thinking about everything. Christmas was coming up and you still weren't entirely sure if you wanted to go home to your mom, to your sister... your step-dad. As always, it would be a mess of a holiday and you didn't want to be spending it in torture. You walked into class, your professor greeting you with a smile and an invite to sit down, starting his lecture on the importance of public law.

The lecture today was quite boring, just a recap of what you'd learnt last class. You walked out as the last person in the lecture room with your laptop pack clutched under your arm and your backpack slung over one arm. You look down and check your pockets for everything you needed, keys, phone, student ID card- You bumped into crinkly plastic. You looked up to find a devilish smirk and the clear blue eyes you'd swam in for nearly seven minutes the night before.

"James?" You asked in a surprised manner, you rolled your eyes and shoved shoulders past him and the flowers he held in his hand,

"This place is really... not that great." He laughed, following behind you,

"What do you want? Are you here to irritate me?" You sighed, stopping in your tracks and taking a look at him,

"I'm here to apologise."

"Oh, really?"

"Not entirely true."

"I should've known." You turn back around to start walking but he grabs your hand to stop you,

"I mean, yeah, Steve sent me here to apologise,"

"But?"

"Christ, would you let me finish? You lawyers always gotta be ahead of everybod-"

"You're not making this look better for yourself." You shook your head and laughed,

"Right, well, anyway, these are for you," He hands you the flowers and you sneered at them,

"Did you sprinkle these with poison or something?"

"You really aren't that bright, princess."

"And you're an asshole, don't call me that." You take the flowers and take a smell, the pleasant scent surrounding your senses, "You have really good taste in flowers."

"Anyway, Steve sent me here to apologise but I thought about the flowers and uh," he rubbed the nape of his neck and looked on the floor, "Take you out to a late lunch?"