19 Chapter 5B (1/2)

”So, you go out drinking alone?” Avian said with an amused tone as we sat in the kitchen, eating 'lunch' that consisted of a breakfast menu.

I glanced up from my eggs and stared at him.

Obviously, I knew I wasn't ready to tell him about Lolita because there was a chance he knew one of the many versions that were said at school.

I had even heard one that consisted of Lolita and I being threatened at a lesbian club.

Where, or whoever that had come from, I wasn't even sure that I wanted to know.

Dragging myself back to reality, I realized Avian was still staring at me, waiting for an answer.

How do I explain the fact that I got that wasted on my own?

I came to the conclusion that I didn't owe him an explanation. I didn't even know him, yet I was in his house, eating his eggs and drinking his orange juice.

Ugh, I hated owing people but now, I clearly owed Avian one for 'saving' me. If only I could just remember exactly what had happened last night.

I rolled my eyes and took a sip of the orange juice sitting in front of me.

”Nope,” I said, stabbing a piece of egg with my fork and putting it into my mouth.

I stared at him, confusion very evident on his downcast face, not sure why I found his reaction amusing.

I giggled and he glanced up at me, probably wondering what the hell was wrong with me.

We were sitting at the island on high bar stools, in the center of the modern style kitchen. Honestly, it looked like something I would call ”straight out of a magazine”.

I was sure his mother would be a very fascinating woman.

”So you were with a friend,” he said it more like a statement than a question, before leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms against his chest.

I sighed, dragging my gaze from the interior design of the kitchen, and stared at him, raising my brows at the sudden interest he had in my life. I mean, considering the fact that he had found me passed out, and brought me over to his house; I wondered why I wasn't even more freaked out than I was at the moment.

I guess I was just glad it was him, not some perverted old dude that lived in a rundown apartment building.

”Kind of,” I settled on the half-truth, knowing that the relationship I had with Lolita was a lot more complicated than that.

He half-smiled as if realizing that he wasn't going to get anything out of me, and sighed, shaking his head.

”You really don't talk about yourself, do you?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

I shook my head slightly with a taunting smile and put down the fork I was holding, before downing the little orange juice left in the glass.

”I really should go,” I said quietly, picking up the plate. I walked over to the sink, and placed my dish in it, before washing my hands.