Are You The One For Me?

Callista's been waiting too long for her Prince Charming to arrive. So long she's beginning to think he really doesn't exist after all - or well, not for her, at least. So, she gives up. Years of endless bullying and family problems at home make it worse. With only one best friend - who's not always very loyal - to lean on, Callista decides to stop daydreaming about her fairy tale life once and for all and just focus on the real world.

Everything changes when Eric, arrives in town. He takes an immediate liking to Callista, though she's not very sure what she thinks of him. Eric decides he wants to be friends with Callista and doesn't care what anyone thinks about that.

Callista's a bit hesitant to that, but she soon agrees - even if it means having to rekindle with Eric's new best friend and her old crush, Dylan; even if it means breaking away from her best friend, Niya; and even if it changes her.

And especially if it makes her believe that she's finally and truly found The One.

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5. Are You The One For Me? (4)

CALLISTA'S POV:

It's been a whole week since I met Eric and I still can't believe he actually chose me to be friends with! I mean, what a revelation!

I had some guy friends, but I was only friend zone for all of them. I didn't know what it was about Eric though, there was some sort of feeling I got all the time that said that he really liked me. But, I always ignored them, because I knew better not to get my hopes up too high or they might just come crashing down, and harder than I expected.

I had shown Eric around the school - well, Niya was there, too, but for once she was paying more attention to her phone than a cute guy and Eric was paying too much attention towards me to even know Niya was there - and I had so much fun playing tour guide with him.

He was amazing. Or maybe all guys were and I just never had the opportunity to know that.

Since we didn't have any classes together and the only time we met was during lunch, the whole period we'd be watching each other out of the corner of our eyes and smiling shyly. I was wary of Niya though, if she found out what I was up to, she'd never let it go.

I didn't really think of Eric anything more than just a friend, but Niya wouldn't understand that. She'd think I was having another major crush on and she'd go to the ends of the earth trying to match us up together. That didn't work out the first time and it was sure as hell wasn't going to work out the second time, I knew that without a doubt. So, it was best for her to just stay out of it.

But, I ended up being wrong, because maybe if I had listened to Niya, I wouldn't have gotten where I was now.

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It was a regular day at lunch and I was watching - but trying not to - Eric, when I noticed Dylan watching me as well. The smile on my face washed away and a frown settled there instead. I quickly averted my gaze.

Dylan didn't like me. I knew that for a fact and now that I was friends with his new friend, he seemed to have disliked me even more. It was better if I didn't get in his way or make him hate me more by starting anything with Eric.

When I looked back up, I noticed Eric was standing right in front of me. I still wasn't used to him popping up everywhere and couldn't help flinching back.

"Hey." he smiled with his eyes.

"Hi." I replied feebly.

"Can I sit with you?" I noticed a lunch tray in his hands piled with food that made my mouth water just looking at it. I bit down on my tongue to keep it from licking my lips in front of Eric.

"But, aren't you sitting with your friends?" I wondered aloud.

"Yeah, but I'd rather sit with you today." Eric answered, flashing me a sweet smile.

"Um, OK." I slid over to give Eric room to sit next to me in Niya's usual spot.

"So, how come I never see you eat lunch?" Eric asked, biting into a thin hamburger stuffed with French fries and ketchup.

I gulped and willed my stomach to keep calm as I answered, "I don't really like the school lunch, is all. It grosses me and Niya out."

It was a rehearsed line and given to anyone who cared, which wasn't enough, so I wasn't too sure if it was a believable lie or not. But, I knew that by including Niya's name into the equation, it would seem more truthful. It would prove that I wasn't the only one who hated the school lunch; there were others.

"Oh." there was a hint of disdain in his voice.

"But, I do eat like the fruits and stuff." I quickly added.

"You want my apples?" Eric offered, nudging the pack towards me.

I shook my head. "No, no, it's yours."

"Don't worry, I've got plenty."

From his jacket pocket, Eric produced another two packs of apples.

I smiled. "Thanks."

I pulled the pack open and willed myself to slowly pick out a random apple. I didn't want to seem too rushed and show just how hungry I really was.

I bit into the juice fruit with my eyes closed and restrained a moan of pleasure. God, I was so hungry.

When I opened my eyes back again, I noticed Eric watching me.

I could feel myself going red. "What?"

"N-nothing." Eric smiled and shook his head.

Self-consciousness took over me and I suddenly lost my appetite.

"Oh."

Eric looked up again and his eyes seemed to be searching my face for something.

"Yeah, I kind of have like no idea how to talk to a girl, so please pardon me, if I sound like a total idiot sometimes...or all the time." I couldn't help gaping at Eric. He had trouble talking with girls? On what planet? Mars?! "Yeah, kind of hard to believe. I know. But, it's true." Eric added, and smiled sheepishly while rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's...fine," I struggled to find the right words and control my emotions at the same time. "So, uh, tell me about yourself." That was a safe topic; for the both of us.

"Well, I'm obviously a guy. I was raised in a small town in Texas. I have a small family. I've got a lot interests. I want to see the world and try just about everything from foods, to clothes, adventures, views, the people, the weather, climate, just everything basically."

"Ooh, so you like to travel." I marveled.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that," Eric smiled. "What about you?"

I could feel myself growing sick. Not too many people sought out to find out things about me, so I wasn't too good with talking about myself. I had no idea what to say.

"Well, um, I'm a girl. Fourteen years old. I listen to a lot of music. Like, a lot, a lot. I'm not sure why, but I just do. And I think I have like the weirdest taste, because a lot of the songs and artists and bands I listen to, people have never even heard of. And you know what's weirder? It's like as soon as I listen to a song by someone or some band, after listening to it on repeat ten thousand times, I'll like look up the band on Wikipedia and spend like all my time getting to know everything about them and then I'll listen to all their other songs and put like little stars next to the ones I like the most."

I was having so much fun describing my love for music, that I didn't even realize I was babbling until I had to stop to catch my breath.

"Wow," Eric commented. "That's so..." I gulped and got ready to hang my head in shame. God, I was such a nerd. "Cool."

'Uh, what?' I looked at Eric. 'Is he serious?'

"Really?" I was almost afraid to ask in case he wasn't really serious.

"Yeah, totally. I mean, people these days, it's all about who's singing what. It doesn't even matter what the song's about. As long as it's the usual stuff by the hottest people, it's good. But, that's so not the case. I mean, there's so many great artists out there that aren't as recognized as the others because they choose to be all indie pop and their own people. It sucks, but it's good that there are people like you, Callista, in the world that do appreciate them."

'OK am I dreaming or something? What the hell is going on here?'

Eric actually understood me. He was the first person to get me and as much as I loved it, it just didn't feel like it was actually happening.

Maybe all these days without proper nutrition was starting to really get to me.

Silent grew between us and I suddenly realized Niya was nowhere to be seen. I craned my neck around and spotted her with Grant and the other popular kids. I tried not to feel bad for her leaving me, but then again I did give up her seat to a guy she didn't like well - and only because he hadn't gotten the memo about how Niya wasn't someone you just ignored like that.

I turned back towards Eric when I noticed something warm touching my hand. I realized it was Eric's own hand and it was his fingers that were brushing against my palm and sending shivers down my spine.

I felt my face redden and ducked my head to hide it from Eric. My hair acted as a curtain to shield me from the rest of the world on countless occasions, which was why I never cut it. It was my only protection when Niya wasn't around.

Through my eyelashes, I saw Eric's hand twitching. He finally raised it up and brushed a few locks of hair from my face. He titled my head up next and cupped my cheek.

I was completely frozen then. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think, I don't think I was even seeing right, but whatever was happening, it felt so good! Like when I bit into that first piece of sliced apple; the feeling was just too much to describe.

The moment felt so right. The way I wasn't completely freaking out felt right. And the fact that Eric was being so gentle and careful was...amazing!

What wasn't amazing was the fact that we were sitting near a bunch of a jerks - one of them being Grant - and how could they possibly resist the urge to rain on my parade?

"Oh look, the Bear's finally getting some action!" I heard him shout out. Everyone that was ear-shot started laughing.

'I am so never explaining the meaning behind my name ever again!' I promised myself.

I felt Eric's hands slipping away from me and felt my heart sinking. When I looked down, I noticed Eric's hands balled into fists. I snapped my head back up at him and noticed an angry look had settled over him. His body was tense next to me as if he was holding him back just slightly.

"Hey, what's the problem?" Eric called out to Grant.

"Forget it," I rushed to say. "It's nothing, Eric, really."

"How can you say that?" Eric swished his head back at me. "How can you just put up with that?"

I was at a loss of words. Eric shook his head and jumped out of his seat.

I watched him warily as he stormed over to Grant and the other guys. Grant and his friends were laughing while Niya was also looking pretty worried.

"Aw, look guys, it's the Bear's knight in shining armor!" Grant taunted.

I walked up and over to Niya.

"What's up?" Eric started.

"You tell me." Grant sneered.

"What's this about some 'Bear'?"

I gulped and prayed Grant would just stop.

"Oh yeah," he guffawed instead. "That's Callista."

"Why not just call her Callista?" Eric was speaking rather calmly, but from the posture of his body, I could tell he was anything but calm.

"'Cause it's much more fun." Grant shrugged.

"You know what would be much more fun than that?" Eric countered back.

Grant looked over at his friends and laughed. "Nah, what?"

"Breaking your face." Eric said simply.

I could tell he had startled Grant; he hadn't expected that. But, he didn't back off either.

"Well, someone's got a bit of a temper." he went on.

"You better believe it." Eric started cracking his knuckles.

I was beginning to get very scared. They both looked pissed and there was a lot of tension in the air.

Even Niya was looking anxious. Someone had to stop this before it got too out of hand. For now they were just exchanging insults, but I knew it wasn't too soon for something real to start.

Before I could go over to Eric and try to talk him out of it though, the vice principle, Mr. Hills, approached Eric and Grant.

"What's going on here, boys?" he asked in a gruff voice.

"He's got a little problem with treating people right." Eric told him angrily.

"Me?" Grant exploded back. "You're the one who came over here and started the problem!"

"It's not his fault!" I spoke up then. "He was just defending me, Mr. Hills, I swear!"

"Wow, who knew the Bear could be so brave." Grant dared to comment then.

It took me a minute to realize what happened next.

Eric swung his fist at Grant's face so hard, he probably had whiplash, when he hit the ground, clutching his nose. He wailed loudly and cursed profusely.

Niya ran over to him, eyes ablaze, and kneeled down next to him.

"You jerk!" Grant still didn't stop. "I'll get you for this and that stupid bitch too!"

Eric lunged at Grant and started clawing at his face. Niya screamed. I froze in horror and shock. Everyone was watching us by then.

It took three security guards to get Eric off of Grant. I felt so confused.

'Why was Eric doing this? What was the need for doing all this?' I wondered.

"You three to my office! Now!" Mr. Hills ordered.

I gulped. What had just happened?

A/N: Yeah so, as you can see Eric's got a bit of an anger problem. That kinda comes in hand sometimes, but other times it's just plain scary.

So, why do YOU think Eric was being all crazy and dramatic about Callista? Other than the most obvious reasons, of course. =D

Um, I don't really have much to say. Just hope you guys enjoyed this ch. & yeaaa. =)

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