Why Me?

Chapter Seven

"Since when! You're the one who made out with-"

"Stop it!" I yelled, ripping my arm from Delilah and shoving Alister away before he could run into me. They both stared at me in surprise, like they forgot I was there. I glared between them, chucking my lolly into the trash and crossing my arms over my chest, huffing. "I am not something to fight over. I can take care of myself, Delilah. And, Alister, show some respect. You can't flirt with anyone you want whenever you want."

They both pouted in guilt, heads bent in identical fashion as they awkwardly shuffled their feet. I looked between them, raising my eyebrows. I jutted out my chin, giving them expecting looks.

"So..." I encouraged them. They glanced at each other, then the ground, then me before turning to the ground again. "Sorry," they said in unison. I nodded, still watching them. They glanced at me again, sighing, then looked at each other. "Sorry for yelling at you. You didn't know she was my friend..." Delilah said, her arms crossed over her chest and her feet shuffling in discomfort.

"Sorry for hitting on your friend," he said, sighing again.

I smiled, satisfied now, letting my arms fall apart to my sides. I put my hands on my hips, breathing in and out in a deep sigh, then grinned at them.

"Now, can we have fun? This is supposed to be fun," I said, giggling a little. They smiled too, looking at me and at each other. Delilah handed me the giant candy floss.

"Here, you can have this. I want to show Alister this wicked Haunted House I saw," she said with excitement. Alister's face lit up.

They have a Haunted House?" he asked, beginning to jump up and down. Delilah nodded, giggling, and grabbed his hand. She proceeded to pull him away, disappearing into the crowd. I watched them go, happy to settle that.

"Seems I'm not the only person who you life coach," a voice said right beside my ear. I yelped, jumping, and spun to face a smiling face and green eyes. I smiled back.

"Wyatt! I didn't know you'd be coming-"

"A photographer not coming to a fall festival?" he questioned me, raising an eyebrow, his grin growing. I made my mouth a considering line, nodding.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry. Should have known!" I said, jokingly dramatic. He laughed, then considered me before gesturing to his camera. "Um... do you mind being my model?" he asked, raising a questioning brow, his fingers shyly fiddling with his camera. My eyebrows raised. You want me to be your model?" I asked in surprise. He nodded, his eyes studying my face, his smile nervous.

"Yeah... you have the perfect look," he said. I wrinkled my brow, looking around. I pointed to the girl wearing a flowing green dress, a brown cardigan with an orange leaf brooch, and a green headband keeping long and wild red hair from her face.

"I think she has more of a fall look than me," I pointed out, wondering why this was getting to me so much. Wyatt stared at her, shrugging.

"I don't know. I think you're more of a natural... I mean, your hair alone is a curly mixture of brown, red, and gold. Plus, you have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen. Who else do you know who has gold eyes?" he asked, his voice slowly getting more and more passionate. I found I was blushing. He just said my eyes were the prettiest he'd ever seen. Why'd he say that?

"My- uh- dad has gold eyes. I get them from him... but... didn't you say that Delilah has the prettiest eyes?" I asked, brushing my hair behind my ear, flustered. I couldn't stop blushing, my face hotter than the pan that the funnel cakes were being made on a few meters away.

"I said she had pretty eyes, not the prettiest," he said pointedly, his own locked with my eyes, the prettiest eyes. I blushed harder, giggling slightly, nervously, finding it hard to look straight at him. "And not only that, but your dressed rather nicely and are holding an amazing potential prop."