“Let the hurricane set in motion, yeah.” – Into the Ocean, Blue October
(Cute gif to the side of Brando Eaton [Liam])
Chapter Five
The lunch bell rings, and I sigh in relief as I leave the classroom and head to my locker to drop off my books. As I close my locker door and spin the lock, I feel strong arms wrap around my stomach from behind. I breathe in the musky scent of Liam’s cologne and smile as he rests his chin onto my shoulder.
“Hey Gorgeous,” He greets, kissing me on the cheek.
“Hi.”
“You hungry?” He releases me from his embrace in exchange for my hand and we start walking towards the cafeteria at a slow pace because the halls are still congested.
“Starving!” I answer. He looks over at me with a displeasing look on his face.
“What’s that face for?”
“You aren’t starving, Char. Kids in foreign countries are starving.”
“Jesus Liam, you know what I mean.” He doesn’t say anything, just looks straight ahead. “Fine!” I exclaim, “I’m famished. Happy now?” I let go of his hand, and storm off down the hallway in a fast walk, easily losing him in a crowd of Freshmen when he tries to catch up with me. I shouldn’t even be upset over something so silly, but if Liam can be, so can I. I enter the cafeteria, skip the lunch lines, and go straight to our normal table. Despite my growling stomach I don’t buy food.
“Hey Charlie!” Tara shouts, the others following suit.
“Hey guys,” I reply.
“You didn’t get any food?” Adam inquires, stuffing a roll into his mouth. I shake my head.
“I’m not hungry.” Just then my stomach erupts into a loud growl, deceiving me. My friends all laugh at me, and Malcolm pushes a slice of pizza on a napkin across the table to me.
“Your stomach says otherwise,” Stephen mocks. I smile and take a bite of the cardboard-like food, thankful for Malcolm’s kindness. But if he hadn’t given me the food, someone else at the table would have. That’s just the kind of friends they are to me.
“Hey, where’s Liam?” Emily asks, pulling her newly-dyed blue hair into a ponytail.
“Don’t know. We got into an argument in the hallway,” I admit.
“About time!” Carly says. “You guys have been dating for, what? A month now?”
“Yeah, it was a month on Friday.”
It was true. It had already been a month since Liam had kissed me and asked me to be his girlfriend in the Pete’s Pizza parking lot. It was weird to be completely honest – having a boyfriend. He wasn’t just some fling who only called when he felt like it and only came around because he wanted someone to make out with. He was the typical boyfriend so far. He texted me every morning and night, drove me to and from school, came to see me at work, took me to the movies and out to eat, watched my favorite TV shows with me.
He’d even already met my mom. We’d been dating for two weeks when she finally had a day off and told me to invite him over for dinner, to see if he was a “nice” boy. They hit it off the minute he stepped through the door with that charming grin on his face and flowers, for both of us, in hand. During dinner he told my mom how great of a cook she was, which she happily thanked him for even though she had ordered take out from an Italian restaurant on Main Street. He definitely earned my mom’s respect when he stayed after dinner to help clean up. After he left she shared her opinion of him with me.
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