And like he promise, They were eating straight out of a pizza box that he ordered, only the one detail he left out was that they were going to be going back to his house.
"When you said pizza, I thought meant at a fast food restaurant, not at your house. I don't even know you and you've already taken be to your house?" Chloe said out loud, her eyes scanning the small house filled with antic like things and portraits of what she assumed was his family and friends.
"I don't feel comfortable in front of such a large environment, I'd rather eat in." He speaks and Chloe can understand, she sometimes feels that way too.
As they sit down around the small dinner table, he slides a slice of pizza I front of Chloe, mumbling a simple 'dig in'.
"So, I'm surprised you haven't asked my name yet." The boy stares at Chloe with amusement as he chews on his food.
"Why should I? After this, we're not going to see each other again so it doesn't really make sense to get to know each other." Chloe said and the boy could only hold his hands up in surrender as they eat in silence after that.
"Where's the bathroom?" Chloe asked and he instructed her to go down the hall, first door on the left. She used the toilet, washing her hands after so and checked her phone. She sighed, seeing the 12 unread messages from Daniel. Chloe tucked her phone back into her pocket, making her way out of the bathroom. With the glimpse of an open door, she look inside a room, looking around spitting nothing penguins. Penguins? "So I have a thing for penguins," She heard a voice behind her, looking as the boy leaned on the door frame of his bedroom, letting Chloe wander into the room and look around at his various collection of plush penguins. "Aren't you a little too old for stuffed animals?" Chloe asked, picking up the hand sized penguin as she flew back down onto the bed.
"There's no such thing as a little too old for something you enjoy." He hummed and Chloe gave him a small smile. She may have thought this boy was strange in ways that made her question him, but he was alright. "So, what's your thing?" He asked.
"Huh?"
"What's your thing, like what's something weird about you?" He asked and Chloe tried to think of something unique about her, but there was nothing. Other than her sex life, she was as normal as it could get, right?
"I don't really have a thing," She mumbled.
"Oh c'mon, everyone has a thing. My neighbors buy worthless penny stocks and my mom's into antic collecting. So what do you do?" He asked.
"I.. fuck up everything, that's my thing." Chloe murmured, sighing as she could herself getting upset all over again.
"I think I should go home, it's getting kind of late." Chloe stuffed her hands into the pockets of her shorts as she began making her way to the door. The boy stopped her before leaving, smiling as he took out his phone and handed it to her to put her number in. She gave him a half smile, pressing in her digits before bidding a bye and walking out of the strange boy's house. And as she stepped out onto the concrete pavement, her phone buzzed, seeing a text from an unfamiliar number. I know you didn't want to know my name, but I figured I should tell you it anyways. My name's Ethan.
Chloe smiled, her fingers typing back all too quickly before she locked her phone and set it back into the comfort of her back pocket.
My name's Chloe.
Chapter 16
Chloe sat seated to the wooden chair, trying to concentrate on her work as her hand moved swiftly wrote across the composition note book, ink filling up the first two lines on the paper. On her third line, she got interrupted, feeling Ethan's foot nudge her own from underneath the table. Ethan was just trying to be cute, playing footsie with her while they both worked silently on their school work. Chloe looked up to him, watching his eye drop into a wink at her which made her look back down to her paper with a small smile. Lately for the past three weeks, Chloe and Ethan have been stuck together like glue. Ever since they met, He's helped mend her broken heart back together in which she was grateful for. Although he didn't know what the cause was in the first place, Ethan never asked because he didn't want to upset Chloe. All she could to was explain to him that she was hurt by some people and couldn't handle the severe bullying at school. So he suggested Homeschooling, in which he also did since his mother was a certified teacher. And she did. Even with the school year coming to an end, with prom in a few days and graduation just around the corner, she transferred out of her school and stayed at Ethan's house during school hours, she couldn't handle going to a regular school with people who only brought her down and made her cry. "Just finish up this chapter and you could head home, alright?" Ethan's mother addressed Chloe and she nodded, trying to finish up her paper, even though she had just started. As much as she loves spending time with Ethan, She needed to get home and pack a bag for the weekend. Robert had just came back from his family vacation and he insisted through a text message that Chloe was to stay with him for the weekend at a hotel, since his wife was taking their son to go see her parents. With Chloe not going to school
