Her Dog Days

✲ chapter four ✲

After such an eventful and "amazing" day I had yesterday, I literally had to drag my unwilling body out of bed. I mean after the "tasks" I was left to think about, would you expect me to want to? Didn't think so.

From the moment I stepped out of my car, which I didn't have to courage to drive this morning, I've been keeping my eyes peeled and my reflexes on guard, in case I run into the bad boy.

"Oh trust me, I'll be looking for you," Kept on replaying in my mind. I can't understand if he said it so I was supposed to be intimidated, scared, or sexually turned on by that statement; hopefully, it wasn't that last one.

Once I walk into the school with bland halls, I calm myself down but not enough to let my guard down, using my peripheral vision to keep myself alert for whatever comes.

Last night was a marathon of endless possibilities as to what today's task could be like. Be forced to jump in a lake? Maybe. Have to steal lunch from a biker gang? Could be. Have to bail one of his friends in prison? That seems a little too realistic. Would I have to change my name and become an undercover spy to watch a politician that has a no good plot against the country? On second thought, it would be pretty cool if I could choose a spy name.

Just as I was about to enter my first period, lost in thought wondering how much it would cost me to get back home from Sweden in case if I randomly end up there because of Aston, my arm was yanked into what seems like the security room.

"Don't you dare yell." A deep, husky voice said. A way-too-familiar voice said.

"Aston," I say, unenthusiastically, dragging out the last letter of his name.

"That's my name, Ms. Lingerie." He says nonchalantly. The musty feel of the small security room proves how poor work conditions the workers have to deal with. And it's about to get even more hot and heavy.

Just kidding.

"What happened to meeting after school, like normal people?" He shrugs and leans back on the wall, which doesn't give us that much distance anyway.

"I saw you walking and I happen to be standing next to this closet, so you can consider this fate." He smirks, showing his thin lines forming at the corners of his mouth.

Now that I look at it more, he has a Heath Ledger smile. Wow, Heath Ledger, I'd rather be trapped in this room with him than Aston, but whatever, you win some and you lose some.

"Do you have trouble staying focused?" He says, now standing closer to me.

"Woah, woah, woah, getting a little too close there buddy," I say, barely placing my finger on his chest and softly pushing him back.

He rolls his eyes and leans back again on the wall. "Whatever, listen, all I wanted to say was to meet me after school so we head to Anda's."

"Why the diner?" I ask.

Anda's is a small local diner about ten minutes away from our school that all the cool kids go to after school for a hangout and grub session. I mean I've been to Anda's before, I'm just too intimidated to go. When I was in ninth grade, a friend and I went to Anda's after the last day of freshman year with an attitude of 'we're-not-fresh-meat-anymore-so-we-can-hang-at-Anda's', and needless to say, we walked in, looked around, looked at each other, and exited out.

It's ridiculous for me to still be intimidated by Anda's, but in a sense, that day was like psychological trauma.

Whatever, don't judge the over complicated mind.

"Cause I'll be hungry after school, and I've been craving a fat burger."

"Okay there buddy, you do you." I say with a sarcastic smile as I open the janitor's closet, lightly patting him on the shoulder.