I walked to the parking lot after my classes were over and found Bill leaning against his car. He looked up from his phone and gave one of those smiles that just made you smile back regardless of how you were feeling. He walked the passenger side which, had several dents and scratches on it and kicked it open.
“A while back, I got into a crash and my doors don’t work as well as they used to,” Bill explained as I got into the car. He slammed my side shut before sliding onto the hood of the car and jumping into the front seat through the window. “On the bright side, I feel like a race car driver now.”
He chuckled to himself and looked over for a response, I just gave him a small smile and looked out the window. Bill just sighed and started the car.
"So, like what's your story? Why don't you ever talk?" Bill asked trying to break the silence yet again.
"I talk!" I said snapping my head toward him.
Bill cracked a smile, but kept his eyes on the road.
"Barely, you never carry out a conversation, nor do you ever start one. So, what's your deal? Like, I see you talking with Dee a lot. What's she got that I don't?” Bill winked at me and the sudden gesture caused my cheeks to burn.
"Dee is my best friend in the whole world. She just gets me." I smiled.
"Sounds like somebody's got a crush." Bill chuckled.
"On Dee? Pfft, no way!"
"Okay sure.” Bill rolled his eyes. “Anyways grab your stuff, we're here."
I looked out the window to see a baby blue condo with a balcony. I stepped out and followed Bill to his house.
"George, I’m home!" Bill shouted, but there was no response. He looked at me with a a lopsided grin. "See, he doesn't even acknowledge my exitance."
"Maybe, he's just not home?" I said looking around the room. It seemed we were standing in the living room. There were a few couches, a bookshelf, a flat screen T.V., and a coffee table with a lamp next to one of the chairs.
"No, he's home, he's probably in his room or something." Bill said shrugging. "C'mon I'm starving, let's get some grub."
Bill turned the corner and I followed. It was a rather small kitchen area with just enough space to fit a table and four chairs. Someone had been scavenging the fridge for food and when he stood up toppled back in fear.
He was huge! Not in the heavy way though, more like a well-built giant. He beat Bill's height by a good few inches and he was probably a little taller than Greyson. He had bright blue eyes and dark chocolate hair. He knitted his brows and scrunched up his nose for a brief moment, as if to sniff the air.
"You didn't tell me you were having guests," The man said to Bill. His voice was so deep and fierce, it almost made me jump.
"Yeah, well, this is Maddy, Maddy this is George." Bill said reaching behind George to grab a water pitcher from the fridge.
George and I exchanged glances once more before he walked out of the room. I had the weird urge to punch him. I wonder if Bill did too.
"Don't forget about dinner," George said from the hall way before going up stairs.
"Dinner?" I tilted my head.
"Yeah George is a weird guy. He won't speak to me all day and then he'll make me eat dinner with him. Sometimes we'll small talk, but that's about it." Bill shrugged and grabbed a glass from a cabinet above the sink.
I just stood in the kitchen entrance unsure of what to do, while Bill went back into the fridge to get ingredients to make a sandwich.
"So, I have a couple classes later today, but feel free to hang here until I get back. Then we could go out to eat if you want."
"Okay, that sounds good." I said with a small smile.
Bill smiled back taking chunk out of his sandwich.
My mouth watered as he ate, but I didn't say anything. Bill grinned and walked around the counter next to me.
"Here, have a bite." He said shoving his sandwich in my face.
I took a step back shaking my head simultaneously. “No, I’m fine, thanks.”
"It's okay really, I insist."
I looked up at him and then down at the sandwich before taking a bite and smiling. It was good!
"Um, thanks" I said licking the crumbs off my lower lip.
"No problem." He said taking another bite for himself. "But, if you are still hungry you could just make one for yourself."
"I- um- I'm not really good when it comes to making food." I said looking down at my fingers. I heard Bill laughing and I looked up at him frustrated. "It’s not my fault! My parents never taught me and Dee likes cooking for me. So I never really had to learn."
"But, what about when Dee isn’t there to help you?" Bill arched a brow at my sudden outburst.
I just shrugged my shoulders and he looked at me seriously.
"Whenever Dee is not around, I just take the leftovers from the cafe I work at."
"Well, it's no wonder your so skinny. I think I figured out what we're going to do tonight!" Bill clapped his hands together, eagerly.
"What?"
"We're going to teach you how to cook!" He said with a smile that seemed to outshine the sun.
I just looked at him uneasy as he handed me the rest of his sandwich.
"Here you have this and I'll make myself another one,"
I took his food and started eating it, enjoying every bite.
"So, you've never made hot dogs or anything easy like that?"
I shook my head. "Oh come on! Even a three-year-old can make a hot dog!"
*~*
After Bill left, I went to the living room to pass the time. When I found the cartoons, I put the remote on the table and relaxed against the couch. There was something about Tom and Jerry that managed to make me forget about my horrible situation.
"Hey, you!" I heard George say from behind me. I tilted my head back to let him know he had my attention.
"Yeah?" I asked when he just kept staring at me.
"What pack are you from?" He scrunched up his nose again.
"Pack?" I tilted my head.
George looked at me funny then shook his head.
"Never mind." He said leaving me alone again.
I furrowed my brows, but couldn't dwell on what he said for too much longer because my cell phone started buzzing.
Unknown Number: Hey, I wanted to apologize to you, again. I’m sorry I keep acting like such a jerk.
The only people who still had to apologize for something they did to me were my parents and Greyson. Since my parents were dead and not spending their time in hell texting me, I guessed it was the latter, but I wasn’t going to let him off easy.
Me: Who dis?
Unknown Number: It's Greyson.
I knew it.
Me: Hmm… That name doesn’t ring a bell.
Greyson (That weird guy): Maddy, please. You seem like a really cool guy and I don’t want to stop hanging out with you because of really stupid mistake I made.
I didn’t respond. Let him sweat a little.
Greyson (That weird guy): It was a really, really stupid mistake.
Greyson (That weird guy): (╥_╥)
Damn it. Don’t try to charm your way out of this with cute Emojis.
Me: How did you get my number?
Greyson (That weird guy): Dee gave it to me.
Me: Smh, that traitor.
Greyson (That weird guy): Lol. Forgive me yet?
I shouldn’t.
Me: … You were right. I shouldn’t have done what I did.
Greyson (That weird guy): It’s all good. Are we cool now?
Me: Yeah, I guess.
Greyson (that weird guy): Sweet. =]
Greyson (that weird guy): p.s. now you have three people in your contacts.
Me: -___-
Me: It’s like you want me to be mad at you.
Greyson (That weird guy): Don’t tell me teasing is off limits too. Lol.
I rolled my eyes and tried to force the smile off my face. I was done talking to Greyson, for now. He was pushing my buttons on purpose and I wasn’t-
My phone jingled in my pocket before I could finish my thought.
Greyson (That weird guy): And Maddy, thanks again for giving me another shot. It means a lot.
I froze.
Don’t do that. Don’t pretend to care that I’m worth something to you.
It will break me.
Me: …
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