Hurting ( on Hold )

Two : Three Months Before

I stand at the bus stop looking down at my phone. Music blasts through my earbuds and into my ears. Embarrassingly I nod my head to the music. A warm breath travels down my neck sending a shiver through my body. I turn around grab his fingers and twist. I hear a wince, let go, and smile.

"You witch!"

"You... you female dog!"

"You're too big of a wuss to even say it you idiot and you deserved it anyway for trying to scare the sh...."

"Language missy... we talked about this, remember?"

"How do you know I wasn't just gonna say shananas. And what about you remember this... Take a hike and shut the heck up, Mackelroy!"

"I sware to god if you call me that again I will strangle you with my own two hands."

"Violent much, Mack. You couldn't even if you wanted to, there are too many witnesses around."

"Yeah, one. That's so many."

"What about you go do something like annoy that girl to death with your sucky pick- up lines." a smile finds its way across my face.

He walks away flipping me off.

"Gestures young one!"

I sit down on the bench, something crinkles in my back pocket and pull it out. A note. I onfold and read it.

Written on the note in giant letters are the words Veenwell Lane, house 658 tonight at 7:30 if your late you are dead, Mack. I read it over again laughing at his empty threat. The pulls up and I get on.