Who She Is

~25~

Alyx's POV

"What kind do you like?" I ask her.

"Plain cheese or pepperoni. Supreme is good, too. Whichever you want," she says, leaning against the counter.

I dial the number and order us a supreme pizza. I hang up after the call. A few minutes have passed by, but I still feel embarrassed about my mom's conversation with me. My mom is crazy. That is not going to happen. I don't know why Amaya wanted to come back here, but it definitely isn't for that.

"Sooo, what do you want to do?" Amaya asks, tilting her head.

"Uh, I don't know," I say, looking down. I really want to kiss you some more.

"Your mom seems really nice."

"Yeah, she usually is."

"Do you think she liked me?" she asks.

"As soon as you left the room, she told me she did." She lets a giggle out. "I think you had her hooked when you told her that lie."

"Yeah, I really didn't want to meet your mom starting out with a lie, but your high ass went blank; I had to say something," she whispers, laughing.

"I'm sorry. Once she brought up school, my mind went blank. Thank goodness you thought of something." I run my hand through my hair. "How did you come up with it so fast?"

"I told you I was a liar," she shrugs. "It's not really that hard. You just have to know the character you're doing it to. Your mom's a... mom, so I made up a lie and then gushed about her son to her. She immediately believed it after I told her how nice her son is."

She walks to the other side of the counter and stalks toward me. She stops right in front of me. She grabs one of my hands and says, "That last part wasn't a lie, though." She looks up at me and bats her eyes. "You really are nice." She lifts her hand and puts it on the back of my head. Her fingers play with my hair. She stands on her tip toes, moving up toward my lips. She's already starting this. See, I told you, Mom. She's the one that can't keep her hands to herself. "So nice."

A knock interrupts us. I step back and let a cough out. She crosses her arms and takes a seat in the bar stool at the counter. I go to the door and open it.

"Large supreme pizza?" the guy asks. That was quick.

"Yeah."

"That'll be sixteen dollars." I hand him the twenty and tell him to keep the change. I grab the pizza and shut the door. This is going to be awkward, now. I set the pizza on the table and ask if she wants some water. She nods, and I pour her a glass. I set it down in front of her and pour me a glass. I'm so nervous. This is the first time we're eating alone together. It kind of feels like a date. Or like I invited her over after school to hang out and eat pizza. I pull the chair out and take a seat beside her. Woah. A lot closer than I thought.

She glances over at me, looking irritated. "W-what?" I ask and nervously take a sip of my water.

"Nothing," she sighs, propping her elbow up on the table. What's the matter with her? Is she mad at me?

"D-did I do something?" I ask. I can't have her mad at me.

She turns her head back and looks in my eyes. "No. You didn't." She glances toward the hall.

"Okay." I still feel like I did. I try to ignore the awkwardness and reach for the pizza, lifting the lid. She grabs my hand out of nowhere and pulls it away from it. Her lips are on mine all of a sudden.

What the hell? She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer to her. I almost fall out of my chair, so I grip the side of the countertop. She gets up from her seat and wedges herself between my legs, forcing me to spread them some. Shit! She's way too close. Way too close!