Chapter 15
Lisey's Point of View.
Soo... My heart was broken.
I'd screamed my head off at Noah this morning for an absolutely one-hundred percentstupid reason, and then called him a man-whore, then told him to not talk to me! Oh. My. God. I'm an utter moron.
And he still never told me what he called me there for. I'd gotten my hopes up a while ago, thinking that he would've like, confessed his love for me or something. That would've made me happy.
Really happy, in fact.
But why? He was my friend...
Best friend...
And he wasn't really so bad, he made me laugh. He was smart. And his eyes are brilliant...
What the fuck Lisey!?
I, being an average girl, needed another girls opinion. So I called Tia-D over.
She had gotten hear in ten minutes and as soon as she was at the door, I tackled her in a hug.
She hugged me back excitedly, "So what'd you need, hon?"
I pulled her away, holding her at an arms-length distance, "I need your advice." Before she could asked "On what?" I shut the door and dragged her upstairs to my room.
Time for some serious... shudder.
Girl talk.
Noah's Point of View
I was pissed.
Not really at Lisey, even if she called me a whore. I basically called her one too, though she didn't deserve that insult, she's probably the farthest thing from a whore. More like Virgin Mary...
Umm... That's a little too far.
I sighed, I need to talk to somebody about this. I flung my hand onto my bedside table, and clawed around for my cell. I found it and began scrolling through my contacts... No... No... No... Hates me... No... Hate her... Don't know that person... Eh, no... No Way... Oh. Erik. He's good.
I tapped call and listened to it ring.
Three times before he picked up.
"Noah?" I smiled.
"Eeeeerrrriiiiikkkkkk..." I moaned like a kid... I tend to do that a lot...
"Haha. What do you want, bro?" He asked me, clearly amused.
"Girls are evil and make me crazy."
"Lisey?"
"Yah."
"I'll be right over, dude."
I smiled at the phone and hung up, then my stomach growled...
FOOD!
***
Erik showed up a little bit later, I'd ordered a large pizza.
To share with him? No silly bastard. My fucking pizza.
"So what's the matter? Lisey problems? She prego?" He asked reaching for pizza. I slapped his hand and nearly growled. It's my food.
Wow. I'm like a chick, I get pissed and hungry when I'm sad...
Then it kind of clicked what Erick had asked... "What?! No. No, no, no. She's not pregnet, we never even did it. We arn't together..." Erick patted my arm, "Dude. There are plenty of fish in the sea."
