Mr. and Mrs. Carter: The One

Chapter 8

December 14, 1995 Tampa Florida
LILI'S POV
"I'm Lili by the way." I say, since he still doesn't know my name. He looks up at and smiles at that. Woah. A real smile, not a smirk.

"That's a pretty name." he says, still smiling. I feel a light warmth under my skin. Wait- am I blushing? It's just a compliment Lili calm down.

His smirk confirms that I am blushing. Well, I guess smirking Nick is back. In attempt to change the subject, I ask, "Are you hungry?"

"I'm freaking starving right now." Nick groans.

I laugh.

"Ok, I'll bring you some breakfast. Are you allergic to anything?" Nick shakes his head.

"Ok be right back." I head downstairs and quickly serve him some scrambled eggs with bacon, and pancakes. I'm not sure whether he wants orange juice or coffee.

I carry the plate back upstairs and give it to him. I see him looking at the food eagerly. I hand him the plate and give him a fork. He starts to put eggs in his mouth.

"Do you want orange juice or coffee?" I ask.

Nick looks up, his mouth full and mumbles, "Orange Juice please."

I chuckle I as walk downstairs. When I come back upstairs, I'm surprised that he's almost done with the food.

Poor guy, he must have been so hungry.

I give him the orange juice and he nods his thanks and drinks it in one gulp. I don't want to watch him eat, so I pretend to straighten my bed, even though it's already made.

"Thank you for the food. It was amazing." he says behind me. I turn around. Nick is holding an empty plate and an empty glass cup.

I smile.

"Your welcome." I say.

"You're a good cook, where did you learn to cook like that? Those are the best pancakes and eggs I've ever had." he says, his eyes sparkling. I feel that same warmth under my skin. God, I blush too easily.

"My mom taught me." That's a lie, since my mother hated me, but he doesn't need to know that. I actually taught myself. I just seemed to know what to put and how long to cook, it was weird.

"She must be a great teacher then." I just give a fake smile and nod. I walk over to him and extend my hand. He looks up at me confused.

"The plate and cup." I say, I need his dishes so I can wash them.

"What? No way. You just gave me one of the best breakfasts ever, and your still going to wash the dishes? Fuck no. I'll do it." he says.

Wait what? He seems so different from last June. He actually seems nice.

But I shake my head and say, "No I'll do it. Your still weak from your attack."

So I reach in to grab his plate but he doesn't budge. I look at him and raise one eyebrow.

"Nick give me the plate."

"No. I'm washing it." he says, defiantly. He reminded me of a little kid who didn't want to go to sleep or something.

I tried not to roll my eyes.

"Nick seriously just give me the plate. You can't stand up right now." I argue.

"Yes I can-" he begins, and he starts to get up. But he yelps in pain, and his head goes back down to the pillow. I sigh.

In that moment I grab his dishes, and walk downstairs.

Five minutes later, I go back upstairs and see Nick on his side. He turns around when he hears me coming in. He kinda looks pissed off.

"I told you I would wash the dishes." he says, clearly annoyed.

"Nick you can barely move, much less get up and wash dishes."

He pouts, and I stifle a laugh.

"Shouldn't you be in school?" he asks.

I guess me graduating early is something he can know.

"No, I finished high school already." I say.

His eyes go wide.

"You're already 18?"he asks. Nick eyes me carefully, and I suddenly feel self-conscious.

"You don't look 18." he says.

"I'm not 18, I'm 15." I reply flatly.

"15? Then how have you finished high school already?" he ask, looking puzzled.

"I managed to graduate early because I took a test." I hold up the envelope.

"And I passed it."

"Wow. You must be really smart then." he says.

I shrug in response.

"But what about you? Don't you go to school as well?" I ask Nick.

"Well I don't actually go to school. I have a tutor."

A tutor? Wow this guy must really hate school. "Oh." I say. I mean what else do you say to that? I don't ask why he has a tutor, and he doesn't volunteer information.

Instead he looks down at his lap, then looks at me again.

"Hey sorry about what I did last June."

Last June.

When he tried to hit on me. I hated that. But I can see that he's sorry.

"My friend AJ and the others guys dared me to do it." he says sheepishly.

His friend AJ? It was a dare? I hold in my laughter. He sees my face, and chuckles.

"I can tell your trying not to laugh." he jokes. And with that, I burst into laughter, and so does he.

Maybe this Nick guy isn't so bad after all.