For All I Know (O2L/Youtubers)

11- aka hell

Arabella's pov/thoughts

"Woah, woah, woah," the person says amusingly as I'm still trying to balance myself against their chest.

"Oh, um, sorry," I mutter, observing the awkward position in which we were standing in.

My hands were on the guys' chest and his hands were on my shoulders, trying to steady me. We were close, too close. I looked up into his brown eyes and he smiled in a way of saying 'that's okay'.

"I was just leaving," I tell him as a minute went past of him just smiling and staring at me. It had been beginning to creep me out.

"You can't leave already," the dark brunet says, but let's go of me and moves to the side anyway.

"Sorry, but I have peo-" I cut off as I realize that excuse wouldn't work. My friends left me, and my eyebrows furrow at the thought of where I'd go.

"You have...?" the guy leads, patiently waiting for my answer.

"Somewhere to be," I try to say confidently. Key word: try. My voice wavers and it's obvious I was lying. I instantly knew my plan was ruined.

"Mhhhmm," the guy hums amusedly, "I definitely believe that, Arabella."

"Shut up," I grumble as I push past the older looking boy. He laughs from behind me and I flick him off without turning back around.

I'm just about to walk out of the front door before a voice interrupts me.

"You don't have to go," I turn around to see Connor standing there, "We were just about to eat, would you like to join?"

I looked between him and the door and sighed. I truly had no where to go anyway, so I figured staying for a free meal wouldn't hurt.

I nodded slightly before following Connor into the kitchen.

I entered the room to have 5 pairs of eyes on me. Connor had already made his way over to the table, where everyone else was sitting and eating, though everything seemed to stop as soon as I walked through the door. The sight made me freeze up, knowing everyone was looking at me and most likely wondering why I was here.

"Ummm, Arabella?" Connor asks, catching my attention and distracting me from the 5 other guys, "Would you like to come sit?"

Nodding slightly, I gingerly made my way over to the table where everyone else was. There was an empty chair next to Connor, so I sat in that, situated between him and the dark haired guy that I had run into on the stairs.

"Would you like something to eat?" the dark haired guy asked.

"No thanks," I try to say, but my stomach disagrees with me and growls at just the mention of food. I haven't eaten anything in 2 days, after all.

"Nope, not going to work," the guy chirps and picks up an empty plate from the middle of the table, "I'll be right back."

I sigh but make no effort to change his mind. I wasn't quite in the mood to eat. Sure, I may be hungry, but I really didn't have the desire of stuffing myself.

He returns with the plate and sets it in front of me as he sits down in his chair to my left.

"There ya' go," he smiles to me and I weakly return it, still uneasy about eating in front of all these people. I get anxiety over weird things. So I guess you could say one of those things is food. My reasoning is that, if you eat too much you look like a pig, but if you eat too little you look like a pig whose gone on a diet that isn't working. At least, in my case that is.

"Th-thanks," I mutter before picking up a fork.

The plate is loaded high with 3 pancakes and a stack of bacon. It was all too much; too intimidating. It made my stomach churn at the thought of all the calories.