I Don't Like Your Girlfriend...Mature

  "I'm really sorry about you and Angelina." I managed to spit out. I wasn't, but I'm pretty sure it was what he wanted to hear.

  "Thank you." He said. "As much as I hate to admit it, I really think it's over. We can't go back to how it was after this." He looked so hurt. I honestly didn't know what I could say that would make him feel better.

  "Sooo...." I said, tentatively. "What are you doing when you leave Liz?" I asked, then shook my head, annoyed at myself. "I was trying to change the subject; it didn't turn out at smoothly as it did in my head, sorry." I admitted. He laughed.

  "You're funny. At least you're honest." The last part he said bitterly, and I knew that he was thinking of Angelina's betrayal. "I'm going to St. Christopher's. I hope to go on to take Drama at Uni, so most of my A-levels are based around that." My eyes widened.

  "I'm going to St. Christopher's." I told him and he smiled at me. "This is gonna sound weird, but I also want to do Drama. I want to be on the West End when I'm older." I admitted.

  "That sounds cool. Wow, we're going to the same school... I thought I was going to be on my own, that pretty much everyone else was going to King's..."

  "Yeah, that's why I wanted to go to St. Christopher's!" I said, excited that we were on the same wavelength.

  "I hope I'm not disappointing you, seeing as you'll not be alone now."

  "God, no. This is great news, I'm really happy we're going to the same school!" I said, perhaps a little too happy. Shit. I'd really cocked this one up. He laughed at me, and I raised one eyebrow questioningly. He suddenly stopped and looked at me, puzzled.

  "How do you do that?" He asked me. I blinked.

  "Do what?"

  "That eyebrow thing!" I laughed. Although this wasn't exactly the conversation I'd been hoping for, it was nice to be talking to Erik.

  "I don't know. I just think about it and it happens?"

  "That's so cool..."

  "It really isn't. There isn't a cool bone in my body." I told him, laughing.

  "I think you're cool." He told me. I was literally going to explode with happiness.

  "You're just saying that." I told him.

  "No I'm not. You're so different from everyone else." He told me.

  "Nice. What a way to compliment a girl..." I said, half joking.

  "I didn't mean it like that. You're smart, and kind. You're certainly more caring and considerate than other people. And on top of all that, you're beautiful, so you've got the whole package going on." He said, smiling kindly. Oh. My. God. Erik Mulligan just called me beautiful. I wanted to die then and there. In my surprise, all I could manage was to punch him on the shoulder and say,

  "You're not so bad yourself."

  Idiot! I thought to myself. Natalia, you are such an idiot! You now look like a total uncaring bitch.

  Brilliant. Bloody brilliant.

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