Plunge
Not again
~Cassidy~
“Bye, mom,” I lifted the picture frame to my face and kissed the scratched out face of the mother, “Bye dad,” I added, pressing a kiss to the father as well.
I sighed, pulling my sweater a little bit farther onto my body, and set the frame down on my nightstand, before making a split second decision and picking it back up. I padded over to my closet and opened it, setting the frame on a high shelf. There, now no one would see it.
If anything happened to that frame, I don’t know what I’d do. It was the only thing I had, the only thing that reminded me that I did have biological parents out there, that there were people that cared enough to want to make me, and they cared enough to let me go. The ladies at the orphanage always explained to me that a hysterical woman had barged into the building, crying and holding me in her arms.
Whatever. I couldn’t afford to think about that right now. I was going to the Jansens’ house.
I wore a fitted white t-shirt and a pair of black, ripped shorts, with a purple sweater slung over my shoulders. Without another word, I walked downstairs and towards the front entrance, exiting my house. I didn’t bother looking over to the house on my right. That was Curly’s house, and frankly, I never wanted to see that structure again.
I crossed the green lawn and skipped up Mr. and Mrs. Jansen’s stairs, ringing the doorbell and then shoving my hands in my pockets. There was a bit of scuffling on the other side of the wood, and a moment later, the door opened to reveal a tall, curly-haired man, with green eyes.
When he saw me, the ends of his mouth curved up into a small smirk, and I was pretty sure that my jaw was hanging.
I quickly closed my mouth and lifted my chin, “I’ll just come back later.”
Without another word, I turned away, about to walk back down the steps, but I heard another voice, “Oh, Cassidy darling! Won’t you come in?”
I froze, knowing that there was no way in hell that I could turn down Mrs. Jansen.
Emitting a small sigh, I turned around and plastered a small smile onto my face, “Of course. It’s nice to see you, Mrs. Jansen.”
She clapped her hands, smiling, and came out to hug me. I wrapped my arms around her short frame, shooting Harry a glare over her shoulder. Really? Was he fucking serious? He was practically ruining ever good thing in my life right now! Swimming, working out afterwards, and now he’d even taken over the Jansens? I fucking hated this guy.
“Come on,” Mrs. Jansen grabbed my forearm and pulled me inside. When passing Harry, who had moved out of the way to accommodate us, I may have shoved him aside a little harder than necessary. Maybe.
“Look, Mrs. Jansen, I just came by to say hello, I really don’t know how long I’ll be staying for,” I rambled, wanting to leave now.
I didn’t want to be in the same house as Curly, and now I was intent on getting the fuck out of here. Mrs. Jansen just smiled up at me, and I mentally cursed at her for having such an impact on me. She and her husband were probably the only people that I didn’t hate, aside from Matt, and they were people that I actually cared about and didn’t want to hurt. Fucking hell.
“We’re watching a football game,” Mrs. Jansen explained, leading me into the living room. I waved to Mr. Jansen, who was sitting on his recliner.
“Cassidy,” he said, smiling at me, “What a pleasant surprise. I was just showing Harry over here how football works.”
I tried for a smile, nodding, while Harry appeared in the doorway. I averted my eyes, not looking at him, rather talking to Mrs. Jansen, who sat on my right. Harry walked over, letting out a breath as he sat beside me, sinking down onto the couch, and I found myself shifting away ever so slightly.
He noticed though, and let out a small, breathy chuckle. I rolled my eyes and looked at the television. “Who’s playing?”
“Cowboys versus the Broncos,” Mr. Jansen explained, and I nodded, my gaze fixated on the television while Harry turned to Mr. Jansen.
“So the whole point of the game is to score as many touchdowns as possible?” Harry questioned, and Mr. Jansen nodded.
“Exactly,” he said solemnly, his eyes flickering between the screen and Harry, “And each touchdown is worth six points.”
“Oh, oh!” I shushed them, leaning forward in anticipation, my eyes focused on the screen, “Come on, come on, Dallas!”
One of the players crossed the line on the opposing side of the field, and I jumped up, throwing my arms in the air, “Yes! Yes! Touchdown!”
Mr. Jansen cheered along with me, while Mrs. Jansen and Harry just chuckled, laughing at our excitement but not knowing enough about the game to know what this meant.
“Yes!” I reached over and high-fived Mr. Jansen and he laughed loudly, easing back down into his recliner. I sighed, smiling, and fell back down onto the couch.
Immediately, I realised that my thigh was touching Harry’s, and I moved away, closer to Mrs. Jansen. Harry seemed to notice and smiled down at himself. Fuck, he was really annoying me with all of this smiling.
I mean, seriously. Get over yourself dude! I’m not going to magically fall in love with you; I hate your fucking guts actually. God, why did he have to be everywhere I went? I’d only known this guy for a couple of weeks, and there were no words strong enough to channel the hate I felt towards him.
I rolled my eyes, and Mrs. Jansen smiled at me, “Cassidy, why don’t you come get a snack?”
Without waiting for a response, she stood, hobbling away into the kitchen, leaving me confused.
“Oh, um okay?” I said, raising an eyebrow but standing anyways. I chuckled lightly, shooting a helpless look at Mr. Jansen and avoiding Curly’s gaze completely, whipping back around and hurriedly following Mrs. Jansen into the other room.
She was standing in front of her oven, wearing large mitts, and pulling out a tray. I caught the scent of chocolate chip cookies, and smiled; she knew they were my favourite.
“I made them just for you, dear,” she smiled sweetly at me, setting the tray down. She slid off her mitts and set those down as well, ushering me towards the table to take a seat.
“They’re a bit hot right now,” she explained, “I’ll let them cool off for a few minutes.”
She sat down beside me, which surprised me, because usually, we always spoke while she was bustling around the kitchen, making things or rearranging things. It was a little bit weird actually.
“So,” she began, easing down into the chair next to me, “I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Go ahead,” I replied, not knowing what she was getting at. I smiled at her, hoping that she hadn’t been planning to talk to me about girl stuff; that wasn’t a subject that I excelled at, trust me.
“Well,” she clasped her hands together, “It’s about Harry.”
There goes my hope.
There was a moment of silence. For a second, I considered not even answering Mrs. Jansen.
Finally, I pursed my lips and nodded slowly, “What about him?” I asked, my voice coming out slowly, prompting her to say something that would make this early conversation much less awkward. Honestly, she could be so oblivious sometimes.
“Oh, dear,” she laughed, batting at my arm lightly, “Isn’t it obvious? He’s completely smitten with you!”
Oh my God. She was being so fucking loud! My eyes widened, and I visibly tensed up. I stared at Mrs. Jansen and shook my head vigorously, “He doesn’t Mrs. Jansen, trust me. In fact, he has a girlfriend!”
I didn’t actually know if that were true or not. I just wanted her to drop the subject. But even as I said it, I couldn’t help but to wonder. Did Harry have a girlfriend? The thought made me delve a bit deeper into it, before I realised that thinking about that was pointless, because I didn’t even care.
“Oh,” Mrs. Jansen’s face fell, quite obviously, may I add, “Well, I just thought—because he’s always…”
“No,” I said firmly, shaking my head again. I couldn’t help but to laugh at her disappointed expression.
“I just thought,” she said, “Because he jumped to answer the door when I told him that it was you. And his face always lights up whenever I talk about you, so…” she trailed off and then shook her head, “Alright, fine. If you say ‘no’, then it’s no. You obviously know him better than I do.”
“I don’t actually,” I muttered, just realising this. He knew so much shit about me, so why didn’t I know anything about him? All I knew was that he was British. And that he was a man-whore, for bringing that girl home, but that was it.
Oh my fucking God, Cassidy, stop thinking about that!
I rolled my eyes, not facing Mrs. Jansen so that she wouldn’t see. This subject actually made me so uncomfortable, and when she pressed it never-endingly, it made me want to pull my hair out. Fuck, what was with old people and poking noses into everyone else’s business? It was really irritating. Almost as irritating as Curly, who happened to be in the other room. Just thinking about him made my stomach churn, but I couldn’t tell if it was a good way or a bad way.
Nah, it was a bad way.
Just then, the devil himself walked in, and I mentally sighed. I couldn’t catch a break, could I?
“I’m going to go, Mrs. Jansen,” Harry said, smiling at her. If I didn’t hate him so much, I would’ve actually found his smile endearing. But he was a fucker, so that was not an option.
“Don’t need to announce it to the whole world,” I looked down, muttering under my breath. Harry didn’t seem to catch it, but Mrs. Jansen did.
“What was that, dear?” she looked at me expectantly, waiting for my answer.
I shrugged, frowning lightly and pretending that I didn’t know what she was talking about, “Pardon? I didn’t say anything.”
“Oh,” she scowled, but then laughed, “My hearing’s going, Cassidy. I’m getting old.”
“What?” I teased, “You? Never.”
She laughed sweetly and stood, hobbling over to Harry. I couldn’t help but to smile, but as soon as I saw Curly’s amused expression, I dropped it. I didn’t want him thinking that I was going to go soft on him just because Mrs. Jansen was here. Fuck, I still hated him with a burning passion, and it wasn’t going to go away.
“Alright then, dear,” Mrs. Jansen turned Harry around, guiding him by his shoulder. I snorted lightly as I watched her have to reach up to do so.
She turned her head towards me, “Cassidy, dear, would you please walk Harry home?”
I couldn’t help it. I nearly choked on my own spit, and coughed, “What?” I blurted rudely.
She shot me a stern look, and I frowned, “But Mrs. Jansen,” I whined, “The cookies are probably ready.”
Harry chuckled, and that just made my frown deepen. He turned around, now also facing me, and touched Mrs. Jansen’s arm, “It’s alright, Mrs. Jansen. It’s not like I live far.”
But Mrs. Jansen was a stubborn old lady, and she looked at me disapprovingly.
“Oh, Cassidy,” she scolded, “Be nice. Harry walked you home last time you were here.” Fuck, she had a point. I can’t believe I was going to do this.
“Fine,” I sighed, standing up and rearranging my sweat top. Mrs. Jansen broke into a smile as I warily approached them, now standing in the kitchen doorway.
“Thank you, dear,” she told me, patting my shoulder, and I forced a smile for her sake, “Alright. But I’ll be back for the cookies.”
She chuckled, “As you always are.”
I couldn’t help it; I laughed. She led us to the main entrance—me stopping to say goodbye to Mr. Jansen, but telling him that I’d be right back to finish watchingthe football game with him—and opened the door for us. Harry stepped out, and reluctantly, I followed, turning to Mrs. Jansen and smiling at her, telling her I’d be back in a minute.
She closed the door, and Harry and I turned away, walking down the steps.
“You’re quite close with them, aren’t you?” he questioned, looking at me inquisitively. It was kind of freaking me out.
I looked away, sighing loudly, not wanting this conversation to happen, “Yup,” I said, popping the ‘p’, and rolling my eyes, taking advantage of the fact that he couldn’t see me.
“You’re angry,” Harry noted, as we crossed the lawn, nearing his house. I narrowed my eyes, still not looking at him, really wishing that he would just disappear right now. Seriously, was that too much to ask for? I debated whether to just turn away and go back to the Jansens’ house, but then realised that Harry would probably snitch on me…fucker.
We climbed the steps to his house, and I mentally jumped for joy, knowing that—hoping that—I was done with him for today and that I wouldn’t see him again until Saturday, at the pool. It was the day after tomorrow, but hey, it would probably be the longest time I’d go without seeing him since I met him, and I was willing to accept that time interval with open arms. A full forty-eight hours of pure bliss.
“Why are you angry?” he asked me, as he fiddled with the lock on his door. He turned towards me, and I glared at him.
“Why do you think, Curly?” I asked, scowling, “You’re practically taking over my whole life!”
“And how exactly am I doing that?” he inquired innocently, shrugging. His whole calm demeanour made me want to rip my hair out. I wrung my hands slightly, knowing that he just wanted a rise out of me, but I had started on the tracks, and now, I couldn’t stop.
“Because!” I protested, “You’re ruining everything! First swimming, then working out, and now you’ve even taken over the Jansens! Are you fucking kidding me?”
The corners of his mouth curved up into a smirk. I wanted so badly to punch him and wipe it right off of his face. Then he laughed—he actually fucking laughed! What the hell? Was he partially retarded?
“Alright,” I held up my hands, rolling my eyes, “I’m so fucking done with you.”
I made a move to turn away, but I felt a large hand enclose around my wrist automatically.
I whipped back around, yanking my arm from his grasp, shooting him a deathly glare, “Don’t fucking touch me.” I frowned at him.
“Sorry,” he said, still smirking, and he held up his hands in mock-surrender.
I clenched my jaw, glaring into his light green eyes. They were actually pretty nice, but I was way too angry to care at the moment. His smirk widened, and he stared just as intently as I did, but he wasn’t angry; the emotion present in his eyes was amusement. I gritted my teeth.
“Get inside,” I muttered, flipping him the finger and turning away, walking back down the steps. The sky was cloudy and gray, reflecting my mood right now, and as I was crossing the lawn again, I felt a drop of water hit my cheek. I looked up, muttering a curse as more drops fell, and ran the rest of the way, back onto the Jansens’ covered porch.
As I was reaching for the handle to go back inside, I risked a glance back at Curly. He was still standing there, in that exact same position, staring at the empty space in front of him, a cocky smirk still glued to his face. As though he sensed my gaze, his head turned slightly towards me, and I looked away as quickly as possible.
But he still caught it, and his smile widened. Fuck him.
I rolled my eyes and opened the door, stepping in quickly so that he couldn’t see the faint pink that had appeared on my cheeks.
Who needed him anyways? I had football and chocolate chip cookies, and that was really all that mattered.
“Bye, mom,” I lifted the picture frame to my face and kissed the scratched out face of the mother, “Bye dad,” I added, pressing a kiss to the father as well.
I sighed, pulling my sweater a little bit farther onto my body, and set the frame down on my nightstand, before making a split second decision and picking it back up. I padded over to my closet and opened it, setting the frame on a high shelf. There, now no one would see it.
If anything happened to that frame, I don’t know what I’d do. It was the only thing I had, the only thing that reminded me that I did have biological parents out there, that there were people that cared enough to want to make me, and they cared enough to let me go. The ladies at the orphanage always explained to me that a hysterical woman had barged into the building, crying and holding me in her arms.
Whatever. I couldn’t afford to think about that right now. I was going to the Jansens’ house.
I wore a fitted white t-shirt and a pair of black, ripped shorts, with a purple sweater slung over my shoulders. Without another word, I walked downstairs and towards the front entrance, exiting my house. I didn’t bother looking over to the house on my right. That was Curly’s house, and frankly, I never wanted to see that structure again.
I crossed the green lawn and skipped up Mr. and Mrs. Jansen’s stairs, ringing the doorbell and then shoving my hands in my pockets. There was a bit of scuffling on the other side of the wood, and a moment later, the door opened to reveal a tall, curly-haired man, with green eyes.
When he saw me, the ends of his mouth curved up into a small smirk, and I was pretty sure that my jaw was hanging.
I quickly closed my mouth and lifted my chin, “I’ll just come back later.”
Without another word, I turned away, about to walk back down the steps, but I heard another voice, “Oh, Cassidy darling! Won’t you come in?”
I froze, knowing that there was no way in hell that I could turn down Mrs. Jansen.
Emitting a small sigh, I turned around and plastered a small smile onto my face, “Of course. It’s nice to see you, Mrs. Jansen.”
She clapped her hands, smiling, and came out to hug me. I wrapped my arms around her short frame, shooting Harry a glare over her shoulder. Really? Was he fucking serious? He was practically ruining ever good thing in my life right now! Swimming, working out afterwards, and now he’d even taken over the Jansens? I fucking hated this guy.
“Come on,” Mrs. Jansen grabbed my forearm and pulled me inside. When passing Harry, who had moved out of the way to accommodate us, I may have shoved him aside a little harder than necessary. Maybe.
“Look, Mrs. Jansen, I just came by to say hello, I really don’t know how long I’ll be staying for,” I rambled, wanting to leave now.
I didn’t want to be in the same house as Curly, and now I was intent on getting the fuck out of here. Mrs. Jansen just smiled up at me, and I mentally cursed at her for having such an impact on me. She and her husband were probably the only people that I didn’t hate, aside from Matt, and they were people that I actually cared about and didn’t want to hurt. Fucking hell.
“We’re watching a football game,” Mrs. Jansen explained, leading me into the living room. I waved to Mr. Jansen, who was sitting on his recliner.
“Cassidy,” he said, smiling at me, “What a pleasant surprise. I was just showing Harry over here how football works.”
I tried for a smile, nodding, while Harry appeared in the doorway. I averted my eyes, not looking at him, rather talking to Mrs. Jansen, who sat on my right. Harry walked over, letting out a breath as he sat beside me, sinking down onto the couch, and I found myself shifting away ever so slightly.
He noticed though, and let out a small, breathy chuckle. I rolled my eyes and looked at the television. “Who’s playing?”
“Cowboys versus the Broncos,” Mr. Jansen explained, and I nodded, my gaze fixated on the television while Harry turned to Mr. Jansen.
“So the whole point of the game is to score as many touchdowns as possible?” Harry questioned, and Mr. Jansen nodded.
“Exactly,” he said solemnly, his eyes flickering between the screen and Harry, “And each touchdown is worth six points.”
“Oh, oh!” I shushed them, leaning forward in anticipation, my eyes focused on the screen, “Come on, come on, Dallas!”
One of the players crossed the line on the opposing side of the field, and I jumped up, throwing my arms in the air, “Yes! Yes! Touchdown!”
Mr. Jansen cheered along with me, while Mrs. Jansen and Harry just chuckled, laughing at our excitement but not knowing enough about the game to know what this meant.
“Yes!” I reached over and high-fived Mr. Jansen and he laughed loudly, easing back down into his recliner. I sighed, smiling, and fell back down onto the couch.
Immediately, I realised that my thigh was touching Harry’s, and I moved away, closer to Mrs. Jansen. Harry seemed to notice and smiled down at himself. Fuck, he was really annoying me with all of this smiling.
I mean, seriously. Get over yourself dude! I’m not going to magically fall in love with you; I hate your fucking guts actually. God, why did he have to be everywhere I went? I’d only known this guy for a couple of weeks, and there were no words strong enough to channel the hate I felt towards him.
I rolled my eyes, and Mrs. Jansen smiled at me, “Cassidy, why don’t you come get a snack?”
Without waiting for a response, she stood, hobbling away into the kitchen, leaving me confused.
“Oh, um okay?” I said, raising an eyebrow but standing anyways. I chuckled lightly, shooting a helpless look at Mr. Jansen and avoiding Curly’s gaze completely, whipping back around and hurriedly following Mrs. Jansen into the other room.
She was standing in front of her oven, wearing large mitts, and pulling out a tray. I caught the scent of chocolate chip cookies, and smiled; she knew they were my favourite.
“I made them just for you, dear,” she smiled sweetly at me, setting the tray down. She slid off her mitts and set those down as well, ushering me towards the table to take a seat.
“They’re a bit hot right now,” she explained, “I’ll let them cool off for a few minutes.”
She sat down beside me, which surprised me, because usually, we always spoke while she was bustling around the kitchen, making things or rearranging things. It was a little bit weird actually.
“So,” she began, easing down into the chair next to me, “I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Go ahead,” I replied, not knowing what she was getting at. I smiled at her, hoping that she hadn’t been planning to talk to me about girl stuff; that wasn’t a subject that I excelled at, trust me.
“Well,” she clasped her hands together, “It’s about Harry.”
There goes my hope.
There was a moment of silence. For a second, I considered not even answering Mrs. Jansen.
Finally, I pursed my lips and nodded slowly, “What about him?” I asked, my voice coming out slowly, prompting her to say something that would make this early conversation much less awkward. Honestly, she could be so oblivious sometimes.
“Oh, dear,” she laughed, batting at my arm lightly, “Isn’t it obvious? He’s completely smitten with you!”
Oh my God. She was being so fucking loud! My eyes widened, and I visibly tensed up. I stared at Mrs. Jansen and shook my head vigorously, “He doesn’t Mrs. Jansen, trust me. In fact, he has a girlfriend!”
I didn’t actually know if that were true or not. I just wanted her to drop the subject. But even as I said it, I couldn’t help but to wonder. Did Harry have a girlfriend? The thought made me delve a bit deeper into it, before I realised that thinking about that was pointless, because I didn’t even care.
“Oh,” Mrs. Jansen’s face fell, quite obviously, may I add, “Well, I just thought—because he’s always…”
“No,” I said firmly, shaking my head again. I couldn’t help but to laugh at her disappointed expression.
“I just thought,” she said, “Because he jumped to answer the door when I told him that it was you. And his face always lights up whenever I talk about you, so…” she trailed off and then shook her head, “Alright, fine. If you say ‘no’, then it’s no. You obviously know him better than I do.”
“I don’t actually,” I muttered, just realising this. He knew so much shit about me, so why didn’t I know anything about him? All I knew was that he was British. And that he was a man-whore, for bringing that girl home, but that was it.
Oh my fucking God, Cassidy, stop thinking about that!
I rolled my eyes, not facing Mrs. Jansen so that she wouldn’t see. This subject actually made me so uncomfortable, and when she pressed it never-endingly, it made me want to pull my hair out. Fuck, what was with old people and poking noses into everyone else’s business? It was really irritating. Almost as irritating as Curly, who happened to be in the other room. Just thinking about him made my stomach churn, but I couldn’t tell if it was a good way or a bad way.
Nah, it was a bad way.
Just then, the devil himself walked in, and I mentally sighed. I couldn’t catch a break, could I?
“I’m going to go, Mrs. Jansen,” Harry said, smiling at her. If I didn’t hate him so much, I would’ve actually found his smile endearing. But he was a fucker, so that was not an option.
“Don’t need to announce it to the whole world,” I looked down, muttering under my breath. Harry didn’t seem to catch it, but Mrs. Jansen did.
“What was that, dear?” she looked at me expectantly, waiting for my answer.
I shrugged, frowning lightly and pretending that I didn’t know what she was talking about, “Pardon? I didn’t say anything.”
“Oh,” she scowled, but then laughed, “My hearing’s going, Cassidy. I’m getting old.”
“What?” I teased, “You? Never.”
She laughed sweetly and stood, hobbling over to Harry. I couldn’t help but to smile, but as soon as I saw Curly’s amused expression, I dropped it. I didn’t want him thinking that I was going to go soft on him just because Mrs. Jansen was here. Fuck, I still hated him with a burning passion, and it wasn’t going to go away.
“Alright then, dear,” Mrs. Jansen turned Harry around, guiding him by his shoulder. I snorted lightly as I watched her have to reach up to do so.
She turned her head towards me, “Cassidy, dear, would you please walk Harry home?”
I couldn’t help it. I nearly choked on my own spit, and coughed, “What?” I blurted rudely.
She shot me a stern look, and I frowned, “But Mrs. Jansen,” I whined, “The cookies are probably ready.”
Harry chuckled, and that just made my frown deepen. He turned around, now also facing me, and touched Mrs. Jansen’s arm, “It’s alright, Mrs. Jansen. It’s not like I live far.”
But Mrs. Jansen was a stubborn old lady, and she looked at me disapprovingly.
“Oh, Cassidy,” she scolded, “Be nice. Harry walked you home last time you were here.” Fuck, she had a point. I can’t believe I was going to do this.
“Fine,” I sighed, standing up and rearranging my sweat top. Mrs. Jansen broke into a smile as I warily approached them, now standing in the kitchen doorway.
“Thank you, dear,” she told me, patting my shoulder, and I forced a smile for her sake, “Alright. But I’ll be back for the cookies.”
She chuckled, “As you always are.”
I couldn’t help it; I laughed. She led us to the main entrance—me stopping to say goodbye to Mr. Jansen, but telling him that I’d be right back to finish watchingthe football game with him—and opened the door for us. Harry stepped out, and reluctantly, I followed, turning to Mrs. Jansen and smiling at her, telling her I’d be back in a minute.
She closed the door, and Harry and I turned away, walking down the steps.
“You’re quite close with them, aren’t you?” he questioned, looking at me inquisitively. It was kind of freaking me out.
I looked away, sighing loudly, not wanting this conversation to happen, “Yup,” I said, popping the ‘p’, and rolling my eyes, taking advantage of the fact that he couldn’t see me.
“You’re angry,” Harry noted, as we crossed the lawn, nearing his house. I narrowed my eyes, still not looking at him, really wishing that he would just disappear right now. Seriously, was that too much to ask for? I debated whether to just turn away and go back to the Jansens’ house, but then realised that Harry would probably snitch on me…fucker.
We climbed the steps to his house, and I mentally jumped for joy, knowing that—hoping that—I was done with him for today and that I wouldn’t see him again until Saturday, at the pool. It was the day after tomorrow, but hey, it would probably be the longest time I’d go without seeing him since I met him, and I was willing to accept that time interval with open arms. A full forty-eight hours of pure bliss.
“Why are you angry?” he asked me, as he fiddled with the lock on his door. He turned towards me, and I glared at him.
“Why do you think, Curly?” I asked, scowling, “You’re practically taking over my whole life!”
“And how exactly am I doing that?” he inquired innocently, shrugging. His whole calm demeanour made me want to rip my hair out. I wrung my hands slightly, knowing that he just wanted a rise out of me, but I had started on the tracks, and now, I couldn’t stop.
“Because!” I protested, “You’re ruining everything! First swimming, then working out, and now you’ve even taken over the Jansens! Are you fucking kidding me?”
The corners of his mouth curved up into a smirk. I wanted so badly to punch him and wipe it right off of his face. Then he laughed—he actually fucking laughed! What the hell? Was he partially retarded?
“Alright,” I held up my hands, rolling my eyes, “I’m so fucking done with you.”
I made a move to turn away, but I felt a large hand enclose around my wrist automatically.
I whipped back around, yanking my arm from his grasp, shooting him a deathly glare, “Don’t fucking touch me.” I frowned at him.
“Sorry,” he said, still smirking, and he held up his hands in mock-surrender.
I clenched my jaw, glaring into his light green eyes. They were actually pretty nice, but I was way too angry to care at the moment. His smirk widened, and he stared just as intently as I did, but he wasn’t angry; the emotion present in his eyes was amusement. I gritted my teeth.
“Get inside,” I muttered, flipping him the finger and turning away, walking back down the steps. The sky was cloudy and gray, reflecting my mood right now, and as I was crossing the lawn again, I felt a drop of water hit my cheek. I looked up, muttering a curse as more drops fell, and ran the rest of the way, back onto the Jansens’ covered porch.
As I was reaching for the handle to go back inside, I risked a glance back at Curly. He was still standing there, in that exact same position, staring at the empty space in front of him, a cocky smirk still glued to his face. As though he sensed my gaze, his head turned slightly towards me, and I looked away as quickly as possible.
But he still caught it, and his smile widened. Fuck him.
I rolled my eyes and opened the door, stepping in quickly so that he couldn’t see the faint pink that had appeared on my cheeks.
Who needed him anyways? I had football and chocolate chip cookies, and that was really all that mattered.
Notes
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10/25/15