Flaws

Chapter 6- Playing Cupid

Chapter 6- Playing Cupid

I opened my eyes, blinking away the stinging sensation at the sudden brightness. I sighed, pushed the duvet off me and stood up. I looked in the mirror and couldn't shake the feeling of guilt. Why had I pushed him away like that? I kept replaying the look on his face just before I turned my back on him. I couldn't quite believe my behaviour. But when I spotted the open chest of drawers and the abandoned clothes strewn on my parents bed, I remembered why I was upset. Dad hadn't even asked to speak to me on the phone yesterday and Mum sounded like she couldn't even be bothered to talk to me anyway.

I got changed, pulling on a shirt I'd borrowed from Lana. It felt both too revealing and bright for my liking, but I needed to soften her up to make her come shopping with me at the weekend. I had hardly anything to wear and possess little or no fashion taste, meaning that Lana practically picked out half of my wardrobe for me. She would complain and abuse me for being useless, but she would secretly be happy. She liked feeling needed.

There was a knock on the door and my heart leapt. I ran downstairs, a smile already growing on my face. I opened it to find Spencer, with an uncharacteristically nervous look on his face.

"Hi" He said.

"Hey" I replied, for the first time ever since I'd met him, I didn't know what to say.

"Do you want to come in?" I offered awkwardly, opening the door wider to let him in. He happily obliged, stepping inside the hallway and wiping his shoes on the mat.

"I brought breakfast" He said, holding up a paper bag. A smile lit up my face.

"I thought you might need cheering up" He said.

I frowned, feeling guilty. "Look Spence, I'm sorry about yesterday" I said.

"No I'm sorry" He spoke over me. "I shouldn't have pushed you" He said thoughtfully.

I smiled wider than before. "There's nothing to be sorry about. I was the one having a meltdown" I sighed.

"Good" He said, a small smile playing round his mouth. It was the smile I'd come to know appeared whenever he got what he wanted.

"So shall we....?" I said, indicating the table.

"Yep, I'm starving" He said, moving with unexpected speed to sit down at the kitchen table.

"You like croissants, right?" He said worriedly. I snorted at how concerned he looked.

"Spencer Yates likes croissants?" I cocked an eyebrow.

"Shut up and eat Liv" He ordered.

I chuckled and did as I was told. I took a bite, the buttery crispy pastry filling my mouth. I moaned in appreciation, not having realised how hungry I was.

I looked up at Spencer to find he was looking at me, lips pressed together in thought.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I said, self-conscious. "Do I have something on my face?"

Instantly he looked down. "No there's nothing on your face" He said slowly.

"Okay" I said, wondering why he was acting so strangely.

"Do you want coffee or tea?" I asked politely.

"Coffee" He answered, mouth full of food. I smiled, overwhelmed by the warm fuzzy feeling of happiness buzzing through me. I was so relieved he wasn't angry at me I could have hugged him.

I wrinkled my nose. I hated coffee. "Milk and sugar?" I said.

"Just milk thanks" He said.

I nodded, busying myself with the kettle in silence.