Vampire Weekend

Chapter 5

I wasn’t dreaming. I was just standing in a bowl full of nothing. Bottomless, weightless. Whirlpool of feelings was dancing inside of me.

Fear

I didn’t know where we were heading. I didn’t know whether he’ll kill me or not. He was capable of it. I didn’t know what aunt was thinking. Did she already call the cops?

Not knowing was fear. 

It was also a blessing.

Free, no school, no money problems, no faking. It was beautiful. So beautiful I thought I would be wrenched from it any second and be back at gray. I couldn’t let that happen. Not now when I was sure I had some weird feelings for him. Not yet.

***

  I was expecting the bright sun, like the one from yesterday, to wake me up. Instead, all I got was dark clouds that looked like they were preparing the rain.

First thing I did was checking my neck. Thankfully, it was normal, no holes. What a relief. The fact that I share a car with a vampire was not giving me rest last night. I have already came to terms with me waking up either lusting for blood either dead.

The clock was showing 7:30. Man, I slept for 7 hours straight! Probably because my body knew that I was praying not to wake up earlier for one simple reason: I had no idea what to say to him.

I wonder what he did for that 7 hours. He looked the same: Both hands on the steering wheel, face frowned and focused on the road. Totally irresistible.

I stretched in my seat and scratched my forehead. The print from the window I was leaning on was etched on my head and my hair was glued to it. God, I must have looked like hell. Again, like he could read my mind, he said:

 - Just so you know, there’s no way I’m gonna wait for you to get ready and do make-up every morning.

- I don’t do make-up.

- …well, you should.

A tiny bee stung me in the heart. I just put my head down and scratched my left temple, therefore hiding my whole face from him. I had a lot of tricks for evading peoples comments and stares: scratching my forehead, constantly turning back, tying an already tied shoelace. Simply, I didn’t like people looking at me when we were alone. What’s weird about that?

- Everything… and please tell me you’re not gonna cry now.

- Um…I’m not gonna cry…

- That was a joke you know, you don’t need makeup at all. You’re pretty just like that.

Maybe that was meant to be sarcastic, but I didn’t see it. That sting was already out.

- You care too much what people say you know.

- I know..

- Well, you shouldn’t. Why would you give a fuck what a stupid-ass creature like me says?

I  wanted to say: Because I like you, but I saved that for myself.

He smirked. He couldn’t hear that, could he?

- Um… I know you said no questions and all, but I was wondering… Can you read minds or something?

-… Maybe…(Oh, no…)although, yours isn’t that hard to read. You make such obvious face expressions.

- I do?

 I was blushing

- Yeah…and when you sleep you frown your face and pout your lips like a baby.