Five minutes later, I was standing in front of the floor length mirror in my room. I had changed out of the dress and opted for a pair of grey sweatpants and a red tshirt. For some reason though, I couldn't stop staring at my own reflection in the mirror.
Now I am not a vain person, I typically don't put much effort into my appearance. I mean, I'm not ugly but I'm also not a supermodel. My thighs touch, big deal. What I'm trying to say is, looks are not as important to me as they are to some girls.
But right now, with Liam in the other room, I was suddenly self-conscious of what I looked like. Is this too lazy? This tshirt is kind of tight, will he be able to see those annoying sit-down rolls on my stomach that everyone gets? Does my hair look too messy?
What the hell Carter? It's just a boy - a boy you don't even like. Get over yourself.
Right. It's just a boy. And I'm trying to be assertive and get answers, not flirt or anything ridiculous like that. Who cares what I look like?
I took a deep breath, turning away from my mirror and walking out towards the living room. I ignored the tingly feeling in my stomach that was not wanting to go away when I thought about Liam. I never used to get this kind of feeling when I was with a guy, not even when I was with -
"Hey, is this really you in this picture?"
Liam's voice startled me out of the thoughts that I wasn't supposed to be thinking about, and I looked up to see him pointing at some of the pictures on my mantle.
I smiled lightly, walking over to him.
"Yepp that's me." I said dryly, looking at the picture in question. It was from my seventeenth birthday, and I was standing next to my father. Back before he hated me.
"Your hair is so long." Liam said in amazement, smiling down at me. "Why did you cut it all off?"
"Um...just needed a change." I said vaguely, reaching out and placing the picture facedown. Liam looked at me curiously.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit a nerve." He said thoughtfully.
I chuckled dryly. Nobody ever does.
"It's fine." I waved him off, sitting down on the couch. Liam followed suit.
We stared at each other for a few seconds and I took in his appearance. His hair was dissheveled from the earlier fight and him running his fingers through it. The swelling in his lip had gone down, but it was still busted. He had taken off his coat earlier and unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt, his tie hanging loosely around his neck.
Quit ogling and ask your questions!
"So first of all," I began, "what the hell happened at the match on Monday?"
Liam sighed, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees.
"Carter I'm so sorry for talking to you the way that I did, if I had known that he was going to be there, I never would have invited you. I should have known though, I knew he was pissed after finding out about me going to Tanya and Bill's, and I -"
"Wait, wait, back up." I interrupted, holding up my hand. "He found out? Why does it matter that you went to your aunt's house?"
"Because my dad and Tanya aren't on the best terms." He said exasperatedly, leaning back against the couch and staring straight ahead. "When I was a kid, Tanya told my dad that she wasn't going to help with with the family business because she wanted to marry Bill and start a family. A normal family. My dad freaked and basically exiled her. I wasn't allowed to see them anymore after that."