Forgive Me
She was a storm brewing silently, the most dangerous kind.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, brushing back his long bangs and grabbing her hand. She pulled away. "Liz?"
She shook her head. Nothing. Everything. How dare he?
"Liz? You're angry. " It wasn't a question. The hot tears in her eyes made it obvious, even as she tried to blink them away.
She rolled her eyes and nodded.
"You're mad at me?" He guessed.
She nodded again
.
He frowned and went to lay on her bed, motioning for her to join him. She agreed reluctantly, sitting as far from him as possible on such a small space.
"Will you tell me what I did?" He knew she wouldn't.
She shook her head.
"Did it happen at school?"
She nodded.
Realization hit. How had he been so stupid? "You heard what I said about you."
She nodded, laying down.
No wonder she was mad. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "I didn't mean it, sweetie. You know you are so much more than that."
She glared.
Her red tank top ended at her pierced belly button. "Forgive me," he murmured drawing stars and piece signs across her hips.
She was ticklish. He knew she was. She could never be angry when she was laughing.
"Please?" he begged.
She leaned up to kiss his lips lightly, still giggling. "Fine," she sighed. "Just don't ever call me cute again."