(in 3rd person)
"I hate you, you know?"
"Yeah whatever makes you happy sweetheart,"
"Ew," She scrunched her face up. "Don't call me that."
"Yeah, yeah." He says and took a seat next to her. It was so close that their skin brushed against each other.
The street lamps were dim, casting long shadows on the sidewalk. The wind was picking up, sending leaves and debris swirling around their feet. The faint hum of traffic could be heard in the distance, but otherwise the night was quiet.
"I missed this," She saw his breath in the cold air as he spoke. "I know," She whispered. "Me too."
"What's going on with you and Jackson?"
"Nothing," Fortunetly, she thought. "And nothing will ever happen even with Da-" She stopped herself, her heart stopping. She couldn't possibly tell him that both his friends wanted her - or at least the other one drunk confessed to her so it might not be true. But she couldn't be too sure.
"Oh I see you have a whole roaster," Chris smirked and she rolled her eyes. "Shut up and besides, a lot of boys wanting me is not a fun as I thought it would be,"
"So you thought about it?"
"Kinda. Twelve- year old me wondered what it was like to be liked by a number of boys but I've grown up now and trust, it's not a flex."
"I'm older than you Alyssa. I already know these things. And more,"
"Yeah only by 2 years,"
"Only?"
She shook her head, not wanting to have this conversation for the millionth time. "I don't blame them," He mutters and she furrows her brows, wondering if she heard correctly. She shakes her head, maybe it was all in her heads she thought but the look in his eyes said it all.
Her cheeks started to burn with a blush as she tried to keep her composure. His gaze was like a physical force, and it made her feel vulnerable, exposed. She knew he was watching her, and she couldn't shake the feeling.
"Chris, stop." She blinked.
It was all happening so quickly.
"Stop what?"
"Stop -looking at me that way,"
"What way?" Alyssa exhaled through her nose.
"That way." He got so close to her, so close she was certain she forgot how to breathe. "I can't," He says. "You're killing me,"
He stared at her with eyes of admiration. Not those filled with lust or unscrupulous intentions. He never met anyone like her. He knew he'd never find someone like her and wouldn't dare to do anything that would make him lose her.
She was the one he wanted
and despite everything
he was the one she wanted.
For him it was her and for her it was him without any doubt.
But there was something missing.
Something that didn't make sense even though they made sense.