The New Guy

Chapter 6

Rosalia POV

When the final bell rang and class ended, I followed Liam outside to his car.

"Holy shit, this is your car?" I exclaimed in amazement when I laid my eyes on it.

"Yup, it's my baby," Liam smiled proudly. " '67 Chevy Impala."

"It's beautiful," I breathed, running a hand along the sleek black exterior.

"Yeah, my parents bought it for me, kinda as a bribe when they told me we were moving again, cuz they know it's my dream car and everything. I'm pretty sure they just felt bad for me," Liam explained, as we climbed into the car.

"Wait, really?" I asked, incredulous. "This is my dream car too. I only wish I could afford it."

"Well, would you look at that? We have something in common. First step on the road to friendship," he glanced at me, flashing a half-smile at the red light.

"Oh, so we're friends now?" I smirked at him, even though he had to return his gaze to the road when the light turned green. I don't what it is about this guy, but something made me comfortable joking around with him.

"Yeah, we're friends," he said simply, effectively ending the conversation for the time being. After another minute of driving in silence, Liam reached over and turned on the radio. He played with the stations for a moment before settling on one that was playing King For a Day by Pierce the Veil.

"You like Pierce the Veil?" I questioned, surprised once again by his taste.

"Hey, just cuz I'm a jock, and I dress the way I do, doesn't mean I'm a total prep-loser," he defended.

"Okay, that's fair. Never judge a book by its cover, I guess." He sang along to the rest of the song as I mouthed the words to myself, before he pulled into the driveway of a nice-looking one-story house. Liam led me inside through the side door into decent-sized, bright yellow kitchen.

"My parents won't be home for a couple hours, so we have a while to work in peace," he mentioned as he casually threw his stuff on the table and grabbed a water bottle from the refrigerator.

"Okay," I nodded and sat down at the table across from where he set his backpack.

"Want anything to drink?" he offered.

"Nah, I'm good." I couldn't help but notice I was no longer stuttering when I spoke to him. First he says we're friends, then I start to get comfortable around him. No, I know how this works. If I let myself be friends with him, it will eventually blow up in my face. I just needed to do ths project with him, then I won't have to talk to him ever again. It's for the best.

We worked on the project until his parents came home. He coerced me into keeping up the conversation the whole time, and eventually, I gave in and stopped resisting him. He was just so casual and easy-going, exactly the type of person I would want to be friends with if I was normal.

"Liam who's this?" his mother asked when she entered the kitchen. She was beautiful. Probably in her late thirties, she had dirty blonde hair tied back in a bun and light brown eyes that matched Liam's. She wore a blouse, slacks, and blazer, so I could tell she worked somewhere very professional.

"This is Rosalia. We're doing a project for spanish," Liam smilied at his mom and gestured to me.

"Hello Rosalia. I'm Liam's mom. You can call me Amy," she gave me a kind smile and walked over to shake my hand.

"Hi," I muttered nervously as I shook her hand.

"Rosalia, will you staying for dinner?" Amy asked as she removed her high heels and blazer.