But Estaine... I was always attracted to him, but I didn’t even start to think of him in more than a friendly way until Teagan started teasing me about it. Or maybe, it was when I started talking to him and got to know him. But I don’t even know if Estaine is interested in me.
Either way, I’m not ready for a committed relationship. I’m only sixteen and I have plenty of time to find a boyfriend. Estaine is right. High school relationships do have too much drama, and I hate drama. When the time is right, I’ll know it. Until then, I will enjoy every second of being single.
12pm.
A thing.
“What do you like on your pizza?” Estaine asks, as he sits at his computer. I am currently lying on his bed, looking at the ceiling. He has some kind of projector thing that projects the solar system onto his ceiling. It’s too light outside to truly enjoy it, but I still like it.
“Everything but pepperoni and anchovies,” I say.
I mean, who likes anchovies on pizzas? Gross.
“You don’t like pepperoni?”
“Nope.”
“Why not? That’s just... weird,” he says. “Everybody likes pepperoni.”
I sit up and look at him. “I don’t like pepperoni because it’s gross and greasy. Something about how it curls up and has a pool of grease in each round pepperoni grosses me out.”
“The grease is what makes it delicious,” he says. “But fine. No pepperoni. I can live with that. We can get a meat lovers without pepperoni.”
“Sure,” I say.
What is it with guys and meat? If this were Teagan and I ordering pizza, we’d probably just get a veggie pizza. Charlie always ordered a meat lovers without pepperoni on Friday nights when we would hang out.
“Do you want breadsticks?” he asks.
“YES. That’s my favorite part,” I answer. “Extra marinara sauce, please.”
He looks over at me and smiles. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen somebody get so excited over breadsticks.”
I just shrug. “I love carbs.”
“You’re so cute,” he says.
I fall back onto the bed and cover my face with his pillow. “I am not.”
His pillow smells like him.
I move the pillow.
Seriously, how do I know how he smells?
“Ordered,” he says, shutting his laptop. “It’ll be here in thirty minutes.”
“Awesome.”
Because I’m hungry.
I avoided the dining hall and skipped breakfast. I was glad that I chose to skip, after Teagan came back looking very stressed. Apparently Emma and Bryce got into a screaming match that bought them both after school detention for the month. Separated detention. Obviously, they can’t handle being in the same room together.
“Scoot over,” Estaine says to me.
I do, and put the pillow behind my head so I can sit up slightly as he sits beside me.
“What movie do you want to watch?” he asks.
“Why don’t we watch a TV show?”
“What TV show do you want to watch?”
“It’s been forever since I watched Smallville,” I say. “And, in case you didn’t know, I love Superman.”
“We can do Smallville,” he says, smiling at me. “Did I ever tell you that you are the coolest chick, ever? Because you are.”
“Thanks. I think,” I say.
He gets up and goes through something in his dresser drawers. I laugh when he pulls out the complete ten series discs of Smallville.
“You like Smallville enough that you brought the entire series with you to school?” I ask.
He nods.
“I own it on digital,” I say. “Okay, but if we start this, you have to promise not to watch it with anybody else. This can be our thing.”
“Okay,” he says. “Every Sunday afternoon.”
“Okay,” I say.
Estaine and I have a thing.
As he pops in the disc, I can’t help but wonder if Brooks would be jealous. I mean, he’s already acted so jealous towards Estaine.
Would I be jealous if he was hanging out with a girl this afternoon?
To be honest, I don’t know. I don’t think I would. But, maybe. I won’t know until I’m in that situation.
I hear my phone vibrate on Estaine’s nightstand and I figure it’s Brooks, but I choose to ignore it as the episode starts. I’ll text him later tonight, because even if I do decide that I want Brooks to be my boyfriend, I don’t want to be one of those girls whose whole life revolves around a guy. I’m stronger than that.
Plus, I do not want to be like Emma.
Heck, Emma doesn’t want to be like Emma.
I know Emma doesn’t want to be in the relationship she’s in, but it’s hard. She loved Bryce, and she literally can’t get away from him at school. I think it’s good that they’re both choosing to go to different colleges, because it will help them. Distance is what those two desperately need.
Or to date other people.
Well, it sounds like Bryce is dating lots of other people.
I put my head over on Estaine’s shoulder as we watch the show, just because it’s comfortable there. He puts his arm around me, and I’m thinking that I just fit there perfectly.
“This is nice,” he says quietly.
“It is.”
Really nice.