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Chapter 4 - Listen to Yourself

Sure, I've messed around with girls before, guys too, but this wasn't like that. I've known Hannah for what, all of three hours? There's no such thing as love at first sight, and even if there was, why the hell would cupid pick me?

I've been told on multiple occasions by countless people that I am a stone cold bitch completely incapable of giving / receiving love and affection. As much as I don't want to be what everyone thinks I am, I'm not so sure that they are wrong. I've only ever truly loved three people in my lifetime, all of which are familial(or at least close to) relationships and are completely non romantic.

I've also never seen anyone actually been in love. Yeah, I've seen movies, and then there's Destiel because I'm not blind, but seriously...My parents haven't ever related to each other on, well...any level, so we have that, then there's Lana and Chris who are complete emotional disasters who make terrible decisions, and then there's my cousin. I adore that kid, but he's generally happy, so how am I supposed to differentiate between his personality and how he acts when he's I love?

What about Hannah? Has she ever been in love? With another woman? Only a man? Does gender matter to her?

What about me? Am I her type? Would she fuck me? Fall in love with me? Or would she walk away the very first chance she gets like everyone else?

I reached into my pocket for my phone, but wasn't able to find it.

"Shit!" I was on the verge of having a heart attack when I heard my text notification going off from a couple if rooms down the hall. I left my bedroom and wandered down the hall, listening to the frequent familiar dings coming from my phone.

"Of course." I mumbled to myself as I stood in front of Hannah's door. Without knocking I opened the bedroom door and kept my eyes down as I asked Hannah if she was decent.

"Yeah, come on in." She sat up and patted to a spot beside her on the bed. This time, she was on the bed closest to the door and not the bathroom, as she had been earlier.

"Thanks." I figured that this wasn't the best time to be flirty, especially considering the serious conversation I had with myself a few minutes ago.

"That's my phone." I glanced over at the screen, but she turned it off before I could see what she was doing.

"Yeah...your parents told me to take it off of you as soon as I go here."

"It was my mother right? Dad wouldn't make you do that." She nodded silently.

"Do you need something?"

"No, no. Well, actually yes. There's something that I need to talk to someone about. It's really important. Please?"

She stared into my eyes for a minute before looking back at the phone. "An hour." She finally said.

"What?"

"You can have your phone in an hour."

I was trying to be nice, but now I was pissed.

"Well, it's my phone, my house, my rules, and you can't talk to me like I'm a child. You're not even that much older than me."

"That can't be true."

"And why the hell not?"

"Well, I mean, I get that you look about seventeen, but you act like a ten year old. My guess is that you are barely older than fifteen."

"Pfff!" I broke out laughing at her logic. She was so confident in it too. "My birthday is June 23, 2004. Check the calendar app." I looked down atbthe phone, then back up at Hannah, waiting for her to do it. Then, the opened the phone and proved me right.

"Fuck." She sighed with a smile.

"When's your birthday?"

"November...2005."

"Oh shit, I was right! Haha! I smiled and reached for my phone but Hannah pulled it away from me playfully, which only made me smile and laugh more.

"Ahh!" In a desperate attempt to snatch my device, I gently dove over Hannah, placing my hands on either side of her head, and my legs around her hips. "I gulped loudly, not knowing what to do. Luckily, I didn't have to figure it out because Hannah looked me in the eyes for a few seconds, then lightly pushed me off of her with a scoff. She got off of the bed and sat on the other one, leaving my phone to me on this bed.

Text conversation

"Marcus, hi. I know it's been a little while, but can we talk...it's important."

"..."

"Of course! I'll call you in a few!"

I sent him a thumbs up emoji and left Hannah's room for the library, phone in hand.