Love Me Love Me (English)

36

June

"Don't you think it's time, June?"

I slammed the locker door feigning a calm that I didn't feel.

"To?"

I wasn't great at masking my emotions no matter what they were.

"Break the silence," said William, leaning his arm over the locker and blocking me. I ducked under him.

"I would've called you again last night, but my mom had this dinner."

"What dinner?" he asked watching me dog-ear the science book. Didn't James tell him?

There were two options: lie or tell the truth.

"I was at James's house."

He knit his blond brows. "Uh, what?"

"I didn't know it was his house when I went there. Our parents are organizing an exhibition, but what do I know," I grumbled, irritated.

"James told me you went to his house the other night."

"Yeah, because you disappeared," I clarified, confronting him with my gaze.

"I didn't forget about you. I asked him to stay with you." I heard heavy steps coming closer, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a familiar silhouette approach us. James passed by us chewing gum without acknowledging us. He'd actually bothered to put on his uniform this morning.

The jacket was tight on his shoulders while his untied tie slid in a disorderly way on his shirt. His hair was messier than usual and didn't have any gel in it.

"Will you have dinner at my place one of these days?"

William's suggestion piqued my curiosity. "Why?" I asked quickly, without hiding my skepticism.

He'd let me down countless times. Inviting me to dinner wasn't enough to make me forget what happened.

"To introduce you to my parents," he declared calmly. I raised my eyebrows.

"Ah, when do they get back?"

"Tomorrow."

I sighed. "I don't know, Will."

"What you said the other day made me think. Really, June. If we aren't honest with each other from the start, we risk laying the groundwork for a nonexistent relationship."

"Maybe it's just me, but lies scare me away," I said.

He smiled, running his fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck. "Are you always this direct?" I didn't know how to answer that. Maybe I'd given him the impression that I was so insecure that I'd accept anything just to be with a guy as hot as he was?

"It's true, Will. If you want me to hold a grudge against you for two days, not answer your messages, and then play hard to get so you can apologize for the millionth time, I can. But I don't care about your apologies. I don't like those kinds of games. If you want to be with me, I'm just asking one for one thing. Honesty. It's not hard."

My words seemed to strike a chord. I noticed it when his crystal-clear gaze intensified.

"Yeah, but the girls I've been involved with before didn't usually reason like that. You're really mature," he asserted.

"Did you think you could just show up with that pretty face of yours and everything would fall into place?" I teased with a hint of sarcasm.

"I was hoping." Smiling, he shook his head to ruffle his hair, then became serious. "All jokes aside, I agree with you. I just wanna get to know you better before I tell you everything."