You Belong With Me

Chapter 12 - A pizza dinner

Christian's POV

I entered the dorm and the dark silence embraced me. I grabbed a sprite from the mini fridge and huffed down on the couch. There's a lot going on lately, college, Blaire and business. I might even have to make quick visit to the villa had there. I sat in the darkness, playing with my guitar, trying to compose something new when the lock rattled and the door flung open.

Blaire walked in and turned on the lights, destroying my fucking mood. She didn't even glance glance at me, neither did I. I don't know why but j felt like she was giving me a silent treatment while I was the one who should be mad. I plugged in my earphones and continued to scribble my assignments.

“What about dinner?” I asked, finally breaking the silence.

She was sitting on her bed, with a book clasped in her hand, looking down from the window. The sun was held captive as it was drizzling outside. New York was always full of life. The lights outside were blur from the wet window pane and everything was distant, even us.

“Seriously?” I snapped, throwing my hands up in the air in exasperation.

“We are so not doing this. You're not giving this silent treatment,” I said as I walked over to her.

She let out a loud sigh and said after a minute,“We are so doing this, you know,” she snapped,“why don't you ask one of your slutty girlfriends to cook your dinner.”

I chuckled,“I smell jealousy here...,” I sniffed.

“Only in your dreams, stranger,” she snapped back.

I was standing by her bed then. I learned into her face and my usual cocky self muttered,“You know what you are the one deserving this, not me.”

“And right now, you're so fucking making a dinner,” I pressed my forehead to hers and my eyes bore into hers,“or I'm so not making breakfasts from tomorrow.”

She placed a finger on my chest and pushed me over to a distance,“ I wasn't the one to make out with guys on the very first day...”

“I didn't make out with guys,” I shrugged as a matter of fact.

She rolled her eyes, exactly knowing what she was saying and that I knew what she was talking about.

“Oh, wow but I saw you with these fucking beautiful pair of eyes I have got,” I pointed out at my eyes.

She narrowed her eyes at me and returned back to silent mode.

“... Lawrence can play piano by himself, I guess. There wasn't any need to lean over him and teach him holding hands like he's a fucking five year old and you're a fucking pro,” I concluded.

“Now, do I smell jealousy here?” she chuckled as she got up from the bed.

“In your dreams, Willy,” I said as I sat on the bed opening my notebooks again.

“Adrian is a friend, Christian and I was just rectifying it...”

“You could just hand him the sheet music you know,” I cut her off.

“Why would I when I know the music?” she shrugged.

I put the earbuds in my ear and held up my middle finger at her. Her face turned red as she was going to burst out in anger however she slipped on her fluffy flip-flops and barged out of the room in her boy shorts and tees. The door shut begin her with a thud.

“Are you fucking crazy? It's gonna be cold out there after the drizzle,” I opened the door and screamed after her.

“Fuck you,” she yelled back without turning.

“You're always welcome, sunshine,” I yelled back and went the other direction.

I walked down the street and then went to that common place where I could sit,yes, Washington Square Park. It was still raining droplets. I lit a cigar and puffed a ring if smoke in the air I won't deny but in the back of my mind I couldn't held but worry about Blaire. I jogged down the streets and passed several stores and pubs and clubs, it was always a string of lights gathered together in newyork. I could feel my phone vibrating in my pocket. I pulled out to see I hit the steps milestone and disappointed, I pushed it back into the pocket again. I jogged back to the residence hall. It was almost for forty-five minutes that I was out. I panted a little as I reached my room. I looked up again at the shiny golden number plate on the white door and then putting my key in, I realised the door was open.

I walked into the dark room and sat on my bed, my senses said she was right there. She was sitting in the kitchen cabinet, under a dim light. The silent treatment was still on.

“I have basketball tryouts tomorrow...uh...for the NYU team,” I said without directing it to her.

I heard some rustling and crunchy sound from the kitchenette. I turned on both the bedside lamps. It wasn't too irritating for the eyes rather it casted out that soft yellow glow and soothed the climate of the room. Blaire walked across the room and plopped down on my bed, right beside me.

“So, you coming to the tryouts?” I asked.

She didn't answer. Her eyes were on mine. She turned to her side and grabbed something.

“Dinner?” she asked as she held a slice of pizza infront of my mouth.

My lips automatically stretched out to a full grown smile. No matter how far you go, you're always coming back and so am I, even if I have to do it for million times, I will.

“Oh! Yeah. I'm hungry as hell,” I chirped as I took a huge bite from the slice she was holding and stuffed it in my mouth. Our faces were lot by the soft yellow glow and eyes flickered in gold. I grabbed a slice from the plate and fed her back and soon we were fighting for the last slice and,

“I win,” Blaire huffed with pride as she successfully snatched the last huge bite from me and stuffed it inside her bin.

Her lips were shinning from the grease and cheese melted down from a corner, without any further check, my fingers reached up, my thumb wiped the cheese away and I sucked it like a kid of five. She flushed, it was quiet but everything was as comforting as an iced-latte on a summer day.

“So, are you coming tomorrow?” I asked, hoping to continue the conversation.

“With you?” she raised an eyebrow,“I’ll have to think about it.”

“You are so coming, Willy,” we laughed and climbed onto her bed.

“So were you making it up by that amazing pizza?” I asked.

“Just, walking down the road and passed this amazing pizza place, so, turning attention to my extremely hungry stomach, I bought it," She shrugged.

“Umm...by the way, it that offer still open?” I asked, my usual cockiness smirking back at me.

“Which offer?”

“The fuck one...”

She slightly opened her mouth as if releasing a silent gasp and rolled her eyes as she muttered, “Eww, you perv. Get lost,” she threw a stuffed animal at me.

The room again fell into silence untill Blaire spoke again, “Anyways, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reacted on that matter anyways. I don't... don't have that right to boss you around about what to do and what not.”

I didn't reply as her words seeped in. Her words shattered me all over again and I drowned in my intellectual thought process. Who has the right to boss me around if you don't?