Liz thinks she has everything under control in her life until dreamy bad boy Hayes Grier comes into her life...


5. My Best Friend

It was pretty hazy from the point where Hayes left to waking up in my bed in morning. I don't remember anything after him leaving. I don't know how I got in my bed last night but I sure remember that kiss. Kiss. Hayes' lips on mine. Perfect. I couldn't wait to tell Ellie, she's probably still angry at me for not going with her. Oh well.
    I get dressed and go downstairs to see my mom sitting at the kitchen table with a man. A stranger. His light brown hair was short and messy, he looked as if he had slept in his clothes. Slept in his clothes in our house. With my mom. Gross.
    She sees me and smiled. “Good morning, sweetheart. This is Chris, the man I've been telling you kids about.”
    “Good morning, You must be Ellie.” he nodded.
    “No, Liz.” I give the best 'nice-to-meet-you' smile I can fake and turn towards mom. “Speaking of... do you know if she's up yet?”
    “I don't think so, she's probably still sleeping off the party. How com you didn't go with them, when she got home she said it was a lot of fun.”
    I shrug and shake my head.
    She nodded too and went back to talking about their date last night. The waiter screwed up their order three times.
    I decided I was done listening to their boring conversation so I was going to go for a walk. It was still early so it wasn't too hot out but still late enough for me to keep my jacket here. The birds were singing. 2 older ladies were walking past, one had a pink and black track suit on and the other wore a bright neon orange tank top. A brown cat crossed the street and made its way toward me, it was tiny and you could see it's ribs so I grabbed leftover meatloaf and fed it to him. He ate it right up. I started waking and ended up on the boardwalk. Like I said, it was still early so there were only a few people riding their bikes. A few smile at me so I smile back to be polite.
    Suddenly it hit me. Hit me like a ton of bricks. I made out with Hayes Grier last night! I have to sit down on the bench. He came to my house. He kissed me. And I turned him down. I had a chance to have sex with him and he left. Because I made him. I blew it! What if he moved on to another girl? (Probably) What if I ruined my one and only chance with him? (Most likely) What is I lost one of the greatest things that will ever happen to me? (Definitely)
    I kick a rock and it lands in front of a biker, causing him to swerve and almost fall. He cusses at me but I'm too angry to apologize to him. 'You idiot' I think to myself. I put my hands in my head. I wanted to scream. Maybe he really did just want to hang out with me. Maybe it was just a kiss and I thought way too much into it. Or maybe he just didn't want to me to think he was soft. “Ugh!” I yell.
    “Gee... if I knew you felt that way then I would just keep walking.” a familiar voice said.
    “What?” I look up. Daniel. “Oh... hey, Danny. What are doing out here so early?”
    “I like to talk a walk every morning. Clears my mind.” he points to the bench beside me. “Mind if I sit next to you?”
    I nod and sit back with him.
    “So, what's wrong?”
    I shake my head. “Nothing.” I sigh. “It's a little confusing and I don't want to bother you.”
    “You never bother me. And...” he looked at his big sliver watch on this left arm. “I got about... 5 hours until they need me in the studio.”
    I laugh with him. “I think I messed up last night. Hayes Greir came over to my house and kissed me but I stopped him because it was probably going to lead to us having sex. But that's the reason I didn't go to Cameron's party.”
    “And you're upset you didn't go to the party?”
    “No! I'm upset because I stopped Hayes from kissing me. Or – going further then kissing. I shouldn't have.”
    “But you said you didn't want to sleep with him. Now you do?”
    “I really don't know anymore. I mean, before he even said one word to me, I used to dream about being with him. Now, I mean, I'm scared...”
    “Of what?” he says in a calm, mellow voice. Almost like he knew what I was scared of, almost like he read my mind. But in a good way.
    I bite the inside of my cheek. I don't want to answer. Half the reason is because I'm not sure what I'm truly scared of.
    He grabs a hold of my cheeks, his hands were really cold. “I think you should go with whatever your gut feels. Your a smart, beautiful girl. Don't get yourself worked up over something that might break your heart in the end anyways.”
    He was right. Damn it! Why is everybody always right? I smiled. “Maybe you're right.”
    He lets go of my cheeks and shrugs with a smirk on his face. “Of course I am, I'm always right.”











(sorry this one was so long :) )

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