I'm The Geek Who Slapped A Football Player.

26 - Singing

Pigheaded? Oh I'll show that old witch pigheaded... I see a smirk on Abel's face and I frown at him - so he doesn't see me melt. "What?"

His smirk widens a little and he put his hands in his jean pockets. "'Pigheaded'," He mutters, continuing with his little smirk. "That's a dead ringer for you. Should have guessed."

I give him a scowl and he chuckles cutely. Cutely? Crap I gotta stop thinking that... "Oh be quiet."

He laughs a little again and then suddenly leans on the door frame, closer to me. He's not as tall as Sebastian (who claims to be six foot five), but I still feel little. He's probably like six foot...one? "So I obviously don't have to help you, since you're right here."

"Nope, I'm all right." I say. Not. Because you're leaning against my door frame, looking casual and sexy and all amazing right now, and I look like a piece of poop probably.

"Sure are." He says, and his eyes are again casually skimming me over. I hate when they do that! Jeez! Makes me all nervous and fidgety. Self consciously, I cross my arms over my chest to resist covering my legs.

"You look like you just woke up though," He continued, grinning. I blush, immediately self conscious again.

"Shut up. I don't care if I look like shit."

"I wouldn't say that," He'd slightly tilted his head, and he was checking me out again. Good Lord! He's got to stop doing that! He meets my gaze and gives me this cute little grin, because he obviously knows he's embarrassing me. I suddenly become aware of a weird noise coming from my hand and I look down. Oh. Yeah. I still have the phone.

Holding it to my ear I here Mrs.O'Heimer prattling away. "....don't answer me I will call the cops! I can hear voices but I want to know what's going on, is my Grandson there? Clarisse answer me!" I just opened my mouth to say something, but Abel suddenly took the phone from me.

"Grandma," He says into it, his voice calm and reasonable. Another fond smile is on his face as he speaks. "It's totally fine. She's standing right in front of me in her doorway. Yes." His eyes make another once over of me and this time I glare at him. Stupid! "She's looks totally fine. Not a scratch on her." Scratch? She was worried about me? He continues. "Like I know, I just got here Grandma," I can hear her scolding tone rise in volume and Abel just suddenly smiles, seeming to enjoy the chiding rant.

He loves his Grandma. The thought pops into my head, a casual statement. But my subconscious seems pretty right. Even as she's yelling at him over the phone, most likely angered by his half-hearted rudeness, he just sits there, smiling. I can feel my heart melt a little thinking about it.

"Ok Ok, I'm sorry," He says into the phone, rolling his eyes but still smiling. "She's alright Grandma, don't worry about it. Hey, what time was your thingy?" Mrs.O'Heimer's volume increases again and Abel rolls his eyes again, passing a hand over his face as he smiles some more. "Yeah yeah, Sewing Circle, ok. Got it."

He leans his head into my house, dark eyes flying around until he finds the clock on the wall. It says 2:45 and I'm surprised at how long it's been since I've woken up. "So in about a half an hour?" He says. "Ok. Well I'll be back soon. Because. Grandma..." He suddenly smiles and looks at me, his eyes hiding something in their dark depths.

"Bye." He says and then clicks the button. He then hands it back to me. I grab it quickly. Abel continues to linger in my doorway, leaning against he wood and looking like he just dropped out of the sky on a lightning bolt or something.

Now what?

The usual part of my brain wants to tell him to 'go on and get', because he's done what he was supposed to and then shut the door in his face. But that part of my head that seems to flourish in any guy's attention has grown (vastly compared to how much it is near Sebastian), and is begging me to kick up some conversation. But what the hell do I say? And why would I? The guy's cousin wants to smear my baby bitch blood on the floor and he quite frankly isn't that fond of me either!