Double life

chapter : 18

Double Life Chapter 18

So after Connor had explained everything to me it all became pretty clear to me what happened. There were still some black spots but that’s pretty normal I guess. I get most of the night back but not everything. I also don’t think I missed any life-changing moments just because I can’t remember them. The black hole swallowed it and I’ll probably never get them back again. Big whoop. It’s probably drinking, people trying to make me dance, drinking games, drunk people and even more drinking so I didn’t really miss out on a lot.

‘ So what do you want to do today ? ‘ I asked him. He seemed a bit startled I asked the question instead of him but only after one nano-second his little annoying smirk magically appeared back on his smug face. I sometimes really wish I could plant my fist in there. See if his smirk catches my knuckles. The speed of the changes in his face sometimes make me doubt myself. Did I see it or not, reality or not. I hope I’m not hallucinating because that would really be a pity. I really want to believe he has some humanity left in him. But it’s a struggle finding it every day.

‘ So now you willingly want to spent time with me? ‘ If you’re still wondering what’s happening here, we’re actually in a constant battle of annoying each other with stupid comments and sexual puns.

‘ Not willingly but your eyes just plead for my attention and because you were so nice to make breakfast I thought I’d sacrifice myself for one day. ‘ And I do really wish everything I say to him was true, because secretly … I do really want to spend time with him … He’s not as arrogant and stuck-up as I first made him out to be. He’s cocky, of course but the funny thing is here … I actually kind of like that about him. And even though I think I know him, I really don’t. He’s pretty mysterious about everything. Not the open book I thought he was. And everything he does and says makes me want to know what’s going on under that skull. I bet it’s something different 90% of time. I bet he says the one thing and thinks another. Never straight forward. You can see it in his eyes. There’s a past/present lurking behind the thick walls he built around himself. I have these walls too, that’s how I see they’re pretty thick and hard to crack. He’s currently doing a pretty good job at keeping me, or anyone out. But at the same time, he’s drawing me in. that makes him so interesting.

And I hate it.

I hate the way he makes me feel,

How he can makes my knees weak,

How he makes me forget where I am,

What I was about to say or do.

I hate the fact that he has a grip on me, on my feelings.

I hate being weak.  

Eventually we ended up in the garage to work on our little project and we invited the whole gang so we could get some work done even though it was a Sunday. They love their job so they don’t really mind. No one was really hungry around noon so we went to the best ice cream parlor in town and ate some light Sundays. It was a pretty normal Sunday, we laughed, ate, made fun of each other and went back to the garage. Our work on completely rebuilding that Shelby and learning Connor something about cars is not really working out. I don’t even teach him the chemical details, just the basics of cars but each time I ask something about the last time he forgets. We’re getting no where with him.

‘ So, how come you’re so interested in cars?’ He asked me while we were taking out the individual parts again.

‘I guess my family got me into it.’ A shot of pain shot through my chest.

Family.

I guess I said something interesting because I noticed al the boys listening in on our conversation. Except Jake, he was doing my paper work at the front.

‘ So this used to be your parents garage or something ? ‘ He kept asking. He was pretty oblivious to the fact that this topic was too personal. Practically all the boys knew not to ask about my family and I saw them making gestures to Connor to stop.

‘No, they really weren’t into all the stuff I’m into right now.’ I answered vaguely. I hope he’s content with this. And I was honest. None of the boys had ever come that far, by now I would be pretty pissed or they would be pretty scared of me.

‘ Who brought you into this then ? ‘ He asked. Please let me escape this interrogation. I need to avoid the question. I can’t tell him.

‘ Why so interested? I’m me, who cares who made me this way ! ‘ I snarled a bit at him. I hope he got the message to shut up now.

‘ Clearly, I care. Why don’t you just tell me ? ‘ His little cute nerve-vein popped up and I really have to contain myself not to scream out everything he wants to know.

Oh lord help me … how am I going to get myself out of this ?

CONNOR POV

This Sunday with Sky has been awesome. She’s so cool and down-to-earth. I mean she’s not bragging or girly or whatnot. I really can’t stop admiring her.

So mysterious ….

Something’s up with her past, and I’m going to find out what.

A/N

i really hope you like it. I wanted to post this before I went to London so sory if it's short ....