Page 88 of Lilah
It should get on my nerves but it fucking doesn't. It makes me feel...I don't fucking know just...good.
"Do you need a ride home?" I question and her eyes fall to her fingers. I start fiddling with the scrunchie she gave me nearly a week ago.
"No," she gives me a fake smile and I feel scowl on my face.
What the hell is she upset for?
"I'm just gonna drive," she suddenly smiles up at me and my scowl deepens.
"What's wrong?"Sheasksme.
I don't think I could ever get used to someone asking me what's wrong. There's never been someone who gave enough of a fuck.
It's new. It's all fucking new.
"Nothing," I grumble out, unable to help it and being so unused to the question. She lets out a quiet sigh just like whenever I get an attitude with her.
"I love that," she points to the scrunchie that I put back on my wrist. It's sat there all week.
For some fucking reason, it relieves my stress.
Unlike Roman and even a few other guys, I never turned to Marlboro Ultra Lights to keep me from going off the deep end when I get nerve-wracked or stressed out.
Because what's it gonna do for you in the long run? Absolute shit.
I'd rather punch a fuck in the face.
Or fucking fiddle with a goddamn scrunchie.
"I love it when you call me big poppa," she wiggles in her seat and I feel a little smirk reach my lips watching her.
God, she's a wild child.
"Okay, okay," she giggles, stopping herself. She gets out of her seat and drags it back to its spot in front of the desk. My eyes never once leave her little frame. I never can keep my eyes off her.
"I'm leaving now," she grabs her phone and I stand. I walk with her.
A slight wind blows around us once we get outside. Her blonde hair blows onto my chest and her dress raises against her tan legs. I clench my jaw.
Friends.
Fuckingfriends.
"Oh," she says suddenly, "give Bear a good pat for me."
I fucking struggled harder than I ever have before when she slept in my bed. I don't mind sleeping on the couch, it's comfortable and I didn't want her to think I was being 'unfriendly' if I would've slept there with her.
But It took me hours to actually go to sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about her. On my bed. Where no other girl has been before. In her fucking dress that had risen up to the top of her thighs.
God, I'm trying so hard to be good to her.
We make it to the parking lot and she stops in front of her car. She looks up at me, thatsmileon her face.
Fuck, that smile.
"Bring it in," she raises her arms and I find myself getting excited.
Excited for a fucking hug.
