The Girl With The Blue Eyes

Chapter 8

(WARNING: Spoiler alert for anyone reading Looking For Alaska and/or The Fault In Our Stars or if you plan on reading it in the future (which you should) you might not want to read the first paragraph.)

I fucking hate Looking For Alaska. Does that mean it was the worse book I ever read? No. It was amazing, But why John Green feels the need to kill every single one of his damn main characters and make the friends of that said main character suffer, I will never understand. Alaska didn't deserve to die and neither did Augustus in The Fault In Our Stars either. It makes me kind of scared to read his other books. But John Green is a genius at writing I can't even be mad at him. I stayed up all night to finish reading this book, but I was not disappointed. I'm going to take a break from John Green and his character killing and start reading the second series of Percy Jackson.

"Honey!" My mom called.

I went downstairs to see what she wanted. Instead of being in her regular pyjamas this fine Saturday afternoon, so was in jeans and a blouse.

"I have to go into town to get groceries and run some errands, so I will be gone for a few hours. Try not to burn the house down."

When do I ever? I thought.

I nodded my head and waved my mom off. After I knew she was gone I got my snacks together and ran up stairs to my room and grabbed every single one of my Harry Potter films and set everything up in the living room. I started the movie, laid down on the couch and relaxed.

30 minutes into the movie, there was a knock at the door. I paused my movie and reluctantly got up to answer it.

It's Saturday, so I thought maybe my mom forgot her key or some soliciters trying to sell me something, or, hell, maybe some Johava witnesses wanting me to take 30 minutes out of my Harry Potter marathon to talk about Jesus Christ, but never in a million years would I think that Eli Smith would be standing on my porch with red puffy eyes from crying.

I quickly pulled my phone out my pocket.

Eli what's wrong?

"I know you might think I'm stupid or dumb, but I am not a fool. These past few weeks have been the best in my entire life. Hanging out with you is way more fun than partying, drinking, sex, or drugs. I know it's too soon and I know I may be too young, but no one seemed to give too shits when a 25 year old man and a 12 year old girl fell in love in some tradgety book writen by some guy old enough to be my ancestors ancestor. I'm not in love with you Scarlette, but I really do like you. I don't know the first thing about love so I wont go there, and I know I'm not perfect and I know I have some flaws. I am perfectly imperfect. I know I can be a cocky son of a bitch, but if you could just give me a chance I know I can be your...Jesus help me...your Romeo."

After his soliloquy he did something a girl like me could only dream of. He cupped my face in his hands and smashed his lips against mine. The kiss softend when my hand traveld up to his arms.

People read kisses like this all the time in books and see it in movies. Only difference is, there are no fireworks, there's no spark. I have nothing to compare this kiss too, so maybe this is how it's suppose to be.

"One date. Please, that's all I need. If you don't like it then I won't bother you anymore." He said once he pulled away.

My head is spinning. The kiss, his speech, everything. I slowly typed an answer on my phone.

I need some time to think.

"Of course, take your time." He said and rushed off to his car.

I didn't know if I was happy, mad, sad, or just confused. I'm shocked, definately. Eli, he likes me. He really likes me. And he kissed me. My first kiss. Do I like him? Yeah. He's sweet, he's funny and he doesn't fully understand things so it makes him even more charming.

After thinking of all the good things my mind drifts towards the bad. He's the star quarterback, captain of the football team. He's probably dated half the female population at that school twice. There's going to be hate and lots of it. Who am I to stand in the way of that. His popularity is how he survives at that school and I have absolutly none of it.

My mind is so fuzzy. I'm not even able to concentrate on the rest of my movie, but I was able to clear my mind enough to continue with my marathon. It's Harry Potter, I have to finish it.

...

My mom got home later on that afternoon I didn't want to tell her about Eli dropping by. I will tell her everything she needs to know when I make up my mind.

"How was your marathon?"

I lifted my thumb up in a way to show her that it was good.

"Great. Can you help me with the groceries?"

On Monday I was trying my best to avoid Eli. I know it's a bitchy move, but I still havent made up my mind and I know he's going to be looking for me to find an answer.

I'm at my locker furiously trying to get everything I need for first period without him spotting me. Just when I thought I was going unnoticed, I closed my locker and there he was. He was dressed in dark jeans, a plain black t-shirt and he was wearing his letterman jacket. He gave me a smile.

"So, I gave you time to think and I need to know."

Eli I'm sorry, but I need more time. I don't want you to think I'm leading you on or something I just really need more time.

"No it's fine I understand. But I don't mind you leading me on. I don't care, cause you have to hang out with me to do that. And as long as we're together I don't care what we're doing. And I don't care how cheesy and stupid that sounded cause it's the truth."

Just give me a week.

He nodded before giving me a huge smile and walking past me.

I tried to ignore this tingling feeling inside me. Knowing that there's a guy at this school that wants to date me and be my boyfriend was kind of making me naustious. But knowing that it's Eli made me want to pass out from excitement.

I know Eli doesn't date girls without fucking them on the first date and I don't want to be apart of that game. I'm not eager to get a boyfriend, and I don't know a thing about Eli. He knows more things about me than I know about about him.

I haven't talked to Eli all week. I didn't know if he didn't want to talk to me until next week so I would run out of Mr. Smiths class and run home just in case he would catch up to me.

By Sunday morning I made up my mind and I did the first thing that came to mind. I texted Eli and told him to come over.