I hear the door slam behind me.
"So, tell me everything. What did your parents say, did your dad beat up Andreas? I know my dad would have." Mary says all of this as she changes into her lounge clothes and jumps on my bed.
I close my textbook and sit it to the side with my other school items. "My parents did not kill Andreas; he is still handsome and breathing. It was something I never wanted my parents to see, nothing I can do to change that, but besides that, everything went fine."
Her eyes were blank, "That's it? I thought there would have at least been some screaming or fighting, forget this." Mary scoffs as she goes to her side of the room, going on her computer.
I hold up my hands, "Sorry my life isn't a reality show."
"You going to the game today?" She asked.
"Andreas is playing, I have to be there. He'll be looking for me." I smile to myself. I can't wait to get into the stands, watching him run out onto the field with his teammates, his eyes searching aimlessly in the crowd until his eyes land on the ones that soothe this soul, mine.
I imagine him smiling slowly at me, you know, when the lips part from one another, and the teeth become visible like a stage opening its curtains. You know the show is going to be good, but you still are hesitant, and on the edge of your seat.
"What are you thinking about?"
I come back to reality, "Nothing, just thinking about my test."
"Right. I didn't know a test made a girl smile that big and bright."
"Whatever." I throw one of my accent pillows at her, it lands on her lap. She tucks it under her head. "Hey, give that back."
"No, I think I'll keep it." And she does.
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"I swear, I'm almost ready," I say to Cross on the phone.
"You better be, Connie and I will leave you."
"No, we won't Cross." I hear Connie say over the phone.
"Hey, who's driving this car, me. I told her what time I would be here, and yet she's still getting ready." He says to Connie, then gets back on the phone with me. "I love you, Eliza, I really do, but I will come up there and drag you down ."
I pause, "Wait, you love me?"
He groans, "That's what you picked up? Not right now I don't, we're late enough that we will be stuck in traffic. Just- hurry up."
"I am!" I scream into the phone. "I'm looking for some jeans, I can't find them." For the past hour, I've been looking for them but they haven't popped up. I don't know where they could be. I remember last night I did laundry, but they couldn't have been left in the laundry room, I always double and even triple-check that I got everything.
"Jeans? Just put on whatever, Eliza, it's not like Andreas is going to see you that far in the stands."
"Yes, he will. It matters that I look my best, and those jeans make me look my best."
"Alright, that's it. I'm coming up there and you better be ready when I get to the door."
"What-"
My word was cut short when he hung up on my face, he was serious. I hurry and pile whatever I need in my purse. The jeans magically appear under my bed, weaved into some old notebooks.
Andreas's notebooks that he gave me.
I don't have time to relish on them, a loud knock comes from my door. It's Cross. I open it to see him fuming at the mouth, hands tight around his waist as his eyes twitch. "Elizabeth Pratt, you need to hurry the hell up."
"I am, I swear I am."
"And please put on some pants, I don't need to see all that." He says, guarding his eyes for a view of me. I look down to see myself wearing green underwear and a t-shirt. Damn, I didn't even realize that I didn't have on any bottoms.
I smirk. "Oh please. Don't act like you weren't trying to get into this underwear over two months ago." I shake my tooshie a little, he grimaces and acts like he's about to throw up. I roll my eyes. "I hate you; you know that right?"
"I know." He smiles. I wasn't in love with Andreas, only months ago, just infatuated with him. It's so strange to think that at one point, I didn't love him, didn't think about him all the time, or break my back for him. He was just some hot guy that lived with my sister, and that I attacked by accident, of course.
With Cross, he was just some guy that danced with me on the dancefloor, he wasn't anything to me at the time. I liked him, attractively, who would have thought that would turn into us being best friends, and him casually seeing me in my underwear.
As I slip on my pants and douse myself in Vera Wang perfume, he walks around my room, looking at all my stuff. His eyes roam the room like it's his first time being in here. "Eliza, what's this?" He asked.
I comb my hair with my fingers as I turn to him. He's holding a medium-sized box that is the color silver and a tiny bow is wrapped around it. That's the gift Andreas gave me at a dorm warming party. I never opened it because I was mad at him, and I knew whatever was in that box would make me cower and run back to him. I didn't want that for myself. So, I kept the gift on the nightstand and forgot that it was even there with him.
Now, I'm reminded of its existence.
"It's a gift from Andreas," I say simply.
"Ok, but what is it?" He starts to shake it, I take it from his hands, not wanting him to break or shatter whatever is in the box.
"I don't know." I sling my purse over my shoulder, taking my phone off the charger.
"You never opened it. Selfish." He mutters.
I smack his arm, "When Andreas gave me that gift, we weren't on speaking terms."
"Now you guys are, are you going to open it." He waves the gift around in my face, trying to lure me in with the pretty color and nice bow.
"I will open it, just not now." He gives me a are you kidding look. "It was given during a time when we weren't talking, what if it's a hateful gift or something that would remind me of our horrid past, I just don't need that on my mind minutes before his game. I'll open it with him." I tell him. "Now, look who's making us late."
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