-CORDELIA POV-
"okay why dont we play a game we both can ask twenty-one questions," he said and this caught my attention
"mhm sure," I said and he pulled into chic-fil-a drive-thru
"The games start when we get to my house," he said and I nodded he order our food, and then we drove to his house and just what I expected he had a beautiful black exterior house
"do you live here by yourself," I asked him as he pulled into his driveway
"Yup," he said and got out of the car and open the door for me
what the hell is up with these people living by themselves there only eighteen
"thank you, who don't you live with your dad and your stepmom," I asked him as we walked inside the house which was even prettier
"woman you couldn't wait to ask questions until after we ate," he said and I rolled my eyes and looked around his house it was beautiful I always wanted to have a black interior but my aesthetic wouldn't let me
we went into the kitchen and sat down at the counter and he grabbed plates and put our food on them and handed it to me and he took a seat next to me
"thank you," I said before I dug into the food I didn't realize how hungry I was
"Okay so why do you live alone," I asked and took some sips of my milkshake
"I don't get along with my family the only sane person there is my little sister not to mention my father and I don't get along every conversation we have we end up arguing," he said and I nodded
"what about your stepmom," I asked him and ran his hand through his hair
"she is okay it hard to hate her when she perfect I have no idea how she married my asshole of a father but she, not my mom," he said he looked like he was lost in thought when he said that I saw the corner of his lips tug up to foram a smile but it never came he shook his head and locked eyes with me
"May I ask where your mom," I asked him and his face harden
"she dead," he said and stood up and grabbed my plate and his and cleaned up
"I'm sorry," I said
"what was she like," I asked him in a soft voice and he turned around and looked at me and he stayed quiet for a while
"Actually you don't have to tell me I'm sorry I shouldn't ask," I said while getting up and helping him clean up
"no um it okay my mom she was really sweet kind I'm sure she didn't have a bad bone in her body she was really pretty she had long blonde hair I remember as a child I would wrap my fingers around her hair," he said while looking off into a distant
"you must really miss her," I said and he shook his head and laughed a little
"yea but I believe it my turn to ask a question," he said and I smiled and rolled my eyes
"ask away," I said while leaning over the counter
"Why did you really leave California," he asked me and I sighed
"I already told you," I said while turning my back on him and walking out the kitchen and I heard him follow me
"no Delia you told me a lie I want to know why you really left," he said and I walked around his house and looked around I wasn't facing him yet because I was blushing just at the fact of how he said my name
"fake friends and one very horrible weekend really bad things happen there and I just needed a break it doesn't matter though im home," I said and he hummed
"tell me something no one knows about you," he asked me and I put my finger on my chin like I was thinking
"I like to be by myself um I would sometimes cancel plans to just be by myself because I feel like if I go I might ruin there fun," I said while walking up the steps and I saw a room and I walked into it
"if you wanted to get me in my bedroom you should have just said that," he said as he stood by the door and I looked around his room and rolled my eyes at his comment
"nice room very um black interior um your last name is black and your house is black you know what caiden im starting to think you have a fetish," I said and he laughed and crossed his arms and I could see his muscles popped through his shirt
lord to have my hands run down his chest-
"tell me something no one knows about you," I asked him
"I like to read," he said and I gaped at him
"name your favorite book right now," I said while walking towards him and he grabbed my hand and pulled me down a hall
"I swear you need to stop dragging me like a dam rag doll," I slightly yelled at him and he laughed
"calm down love your accents is coming out," he said and I rolled my eyes im Italian and Spanish of course I have a small accent but he, not the one to talk it sound British half the time
he pulled me into a room and I soon notice it was a library
"oh my god I love it," I said as I ran my fingers across the books and I felt his eyes on me the whole time and the books were all hardcover
"I never thought you would be the reader type caiden," I said as I pulled out a book and it was pride and prejudice
"I never thought of you as a book lover type," he said and I scoffed and took a seat on the couch with the book still in my hand
"I love books my mom had me and my little brother rhys obsessed with books now rhys and I go book shopping all the time we just actually just picked up the court of thrones series," I said and he looked at me with a weird emotion in his eyes
"that a great book," he said and I nodded
"im not done yet but it is now you never answered my question you just dragged me to this beautiful room," I said and he laughed and took a seat next to me
"you're holding it," he said and I looked down at the book and smiled
this is my favored book as well
we talked more and got to know more of each other I realize it more to him than just some closed off boy he is still very distant with me he keeps his sentence short and doesn't go into full depth I really want him to open up more there something holding him back he just seems broken
after we finished talking it was getting late and he drove me back to the school parking lot so I can get my car and drive home
"so I have caiden I had fun," I said and he smirked as he leaned on his car
"I hope you know enough about me so you can paint me," he said and I rolled my eyes
"I dont know as much as I want to but I would like to know your not such a bad person as I thought," I said and he looked me up and down I swear when he looks at me like that he makes me all nervous
"I have one last question," I said as I took a step closer to him
"what," he said as he crossed his arms
"are you British I hear an accent but it comes and goes and it has been driving me crazy for a while," I asked him
"my mother was originally from London so um I grew up there as a child but my father forced us to move here so yes I am," he said and I laughed
"oh my god okay please im begging you please say fucking Trevor please," I asked him oh my god if he says this it is not gonna help my obsession with British men I mean duh harry styles
he sighed and rolled his eyes
"fucking Trevor," he said and I slapped my hand over my mouth and started wheezing
"I hate you," he said and I laughed even more and he started laughing with me his laugh was beautiful and deep I wanted to hear it more after us dying I wiped the tears and he held my shoulders and stared into my eyes
"you should get home I dont need your brothers or your dad kicking my ass," he said and let go of me I instantly missed the warmth from his body just being near mines
god the tension between us was chaotic
"cheerio," I said in a very bad British accent and he shook his head and I got in my car and drove off and I was him in the mirror still watching my car drive off just before he got in his car and drove home
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um child my show came on today and miss gurl I think I have an obsession with serial killers :)
oh and be proud of me I did all my homework today