No Matter What

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

'Hey Belle,' I said, opening the door. She stood there, her tote bag in hand, smiling at me. 'Hey Eve.' she replied. Stepping in, I noticed that her leg had a huge scar on it. She must've fell down, huh? She sat down on the couch and I followed suit.

'So.. Are you okay? I mean, after Zack walked out on you and all.' she pouted sympathetically. I sighed. No, I wasn't. I wasn't okay with anything at all.

'Maybe.' I lied. Belle looked at me suspiciously. I could tell she didn't believe me. She never did believe me when I or anyone lied. She had this gift, I suppose. 'You're lying.' Ah. Just what I thought she'd say. But I was so confused. I don't think she'd ever get it, though.

'Fine. I am. I'm not okay. Okay?' I rolled my eyes and plopped down on the sofa, my face buried in a pillow. Ew. Lint balls were in my mouth. Who cares, I needed to scream. Belle wanted to know what I did or said that caused him to walk out just like that. I didn't know whether I should tell her or not. It was really awkward. And weird. And did I mention awkward?

'Well, so he came over with this whole bag of cookie mix, and we were making cookies in the kitchen and we were throwing the mix at each other and suddenly he came closer and closer and closer and I could tell he was going to kiss me so I stepped back and told him I couldn't, that I was already with Greyson and he told me to just forget it and just walked out.' I finished, almost out of breath. It was horrible reminiscing it.

I looked up at her. Her expression was shocked. Super shocked. And her jaw was dropped open. 'Wow,' she breathed. 'So you mean.. Zack actually LIKES you? But.. What about Tiffany? I thought he loved her. A lot. And couldn't deal with her leaving him. How could he just like you in a few days after the break up? It's just weird...' she trailed off. Yeah, I guess it was weird. I thought he'd loved Tiffany too much? Usually people don't get over this sort of things when you love someone a lot until 4 months pass. But it was just a few days. Hmm.

Belle's looked down at the floor. She was twisting one side of her shirt with her finger. She looked.. A bit heartbroken I'd say? But why? Don't tell me.. She liked Zack? Couldn't be. But yet again, it could. He wasn't bad looking. He was tall. His smile could charm anyone. Why not? I think it actually might be possible.

'Are you okay, Belle? Or do you need the love doctor to cure you?' I said, raising an eyebrow. I was starting to feel a little better now. Yay me! Was that a.. Blush I see? It was! Her cheeks were damn freaking red! 'Who's the lucky guy?' I continued teasing. She bit her lip and let her eyes wander around. 'Is that a new TV I see?' she asked.

'Yes I just got it last week! It's so cool and hey DON'T CHANGE THE SUBJECT!' Changing of subjects - one step to guiltiness. (is there such a word haha) 'You like Zack right? You like Zack?' I taunted. Okay, this was fun. 'I tell you everything yet you're not telling me! I feel so disappointed in you,' I mocked.

'Fine, I like Zack. I like him, are you happy now? But he likes you. First I liked Greyson and he likes you. Then I like Zack and he likes -guess who- YOU! It's like whoever I like will always end up liking you so what's the point of liking someone if they're going to end up liking you?' Belle sighed. Was she.. Jealous of me? But..

'Aww don't be like this,' I hugged her. 'Zack'll like you back. Once he realises I'm not his perfect girl. He'll love you one day. And trust me, I'm never wrong.' I smirked.

'You really think so?' she smiled. I nodded my head. She came here to comfort me, but now the tables have been turned. 'Ice- cream time!' I declared. Belle grinned and pulled the two tubs of Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough out of her bag. My mouth watered.

We ate and ate like mad. The spoon barely left our mouths before it scooped up more, and vice- versa. I was going to have to put on some extra pounds because of this, but well, who cares, YOLO. But the world won't like Greyson with a fat girlfriend and I don't think he'd like it either.. Ah, to hell with what the world thinks. Nothing even matters, no.