Becoming Beautiful (Wattys2014)

| Noah's Perspective of Chapter 30 |

Chapter 30 in Noah's Perspective

I pulled up to the front of my house and swore rather loudly.

What's wrong with me? Just about everything.

I kissed her. Why did I kiss her?

I shouldn't have kissed her.

I let out a sigh as I pressed my back to my seat, rubbing my temples with my index fingers. I'm an idiot- a complete and utter idiot. And why did I leave like that? I should have just stayed and talked to her.

I got out of my car and stormed into the house. "Hello brother," Marissa greeted me from the couch. She was throwing jelly beans into the air and catching them, or at least trying to. Half of them landed around her face and I swear I saw a red one on the table near the door. When I didn't respond, she sat up and addressed me in a tired tone. "What did you do this time?"

I jogged up the steps to my room and closed the door, locking it before dropping on my bed. I stared at the ceiling, thinking about how much of an idiot I am. She's probably crying. I hope she isn't crying. Please, don't be crying. I looked at my phone, debating whether or not I should call her. When I decided that I should, Floyd's name appeared on the screen and I sighed, answering it.

"Dude, you'll never guess what happened to me!" Floyd exclaimed into the phone.

"What?" I asked dully.

"What's wrong with you?" Floyd inquired, sensing my sour mood.  

"Nothing, I just messed up," I muttered as I held the phone in one hand and draped the other over my eyes, blocking out the obnoxious light. I'm too lazy to get up and turn it off.

"With Ken?" he queried and I was silent. "What did you do now?"

"I kissed her," I grumbled.

"Well, did you at least tell her?" Floyd asked.

"Tell her what?" I responded as I stood up, deciding to change my clothes. I yanked on some sweatpants as I balanced the phone between my shoulder and my face.

"Don't act stupid, Noah. That you like her- did you tell her that you like her?" he blurted and I slipped on the sweatpants, falling and landing on my stomach. What?!

I shuffled to get up, yanking the pants up so I won't fall again. I lifted the phone from the floor and pressed it to my ear. "Are you crazy?" I snapped. 

"Did you just fall?" he asked. I walked over towards the light switch and turned it off before going back to my bed, lying down on my back.

"Are you crazy?" I repeated.

"Everyone knows," Floyd retorted with a scoff.

"Yeah, except me apparently! I don't like her, Floyd," I snapped.

"Oh, really? So you just grin whenever a girl tells you that she likes you?" Floyd asked.

"I didn't grin!" I retorted.

"You were dancing around your room!" Floyd cackled.

"I was not!" I told him.

"When are you going to tell her?" Floyd inquired casually.

"I'm not going to tell her because I don't like her!" I barked.

"The more you say it, the less believable you become," Floyd muttered. "I think you should tell her before she starts to think that you're never going to like her."

"No one asked you, Floyd," I scowled.

"Fine, no one asked me. Just don't come crying to me when she dives into Ronnie's arms," Floyd muttered.