48 Days of Hell

Chapter 4

‘’Sit next to me?’’ Matt eventually said after having enough of the silence between us

‘’Don’t tell me what to do. It’s my house’’ I said to him

‘’Okay…Sorry…’’ he said looking down and rubbed the back of his neck

‘’I want it to end’’ I stated looking at him

‘’Huh? You want what to end?’’ he said and looked up at me a little bewildered

‘’The bet. I can’t stand it anymore. I’ve had enough’’ I replied and kept my eyes on him

He smirked. ‘’I see someone wants to give up? Can’t stand my charm can you?’’ 

‘’Shut the hell up. I don’t like you. I never did and I never will. Get over it Matt’’ I said and clenched my fists gently, feeling the anger rise up inside me

He put his hands up in the air, in the sign of giving up ‘’Okay, okay, calm down’’

‘’I am calm’’ I said taking a deep breath in

‘’Whatever you say, might be better if I just go’’ he said standing up and put his jacket on then walked over to me

I stood there blankly not saying a word. Matt leaned in and kissed my cheek, then whispered to my ear ‘’I’m not giving up with the bet though. I’m determined to make you mine, Gem’’

I pushed him away from me and led him to the front door. ‘’Night, Matt’’

He shook his head in disappointment, but tried to hide the chagrin inside of him and smiled softly at me. ‘’Goodnight, Gemma’’

I stood there with my arms across my chest and watched him walk off. I closed the door when I finally lost sight of his silhouette, and made my way upstairs to my room then collapsed on my bed; with my face pressed against my pillow. For some odd reason, I felt remorse inside. But I quite didn’t know why. I did nothing wrong, I just told him the truth, so, why should I feel peccant?

***

The following day I went for a walk at the beach. I was wearing my black shorts with black braces that had skulls all over them, they were hanging down and banging against my legs as I was walking, a plain white top, a few necklaces: one with a cage and a small key, another one with a ribcage and another one with a sugar-skull. I had light and simple make-up on: light pink blush, blood red lipstick and eyeliner. My hair was plaited into a really messy and loose fishtail plait.

I was walking near the sea, my feet wet with damp sand surrounding them, the waves tenderly shattering against my feet, the sun in my eyes making me feel almost blind and droplets of sweat starting to fall from the top of my forehead; I wiped them off with my hand as they initiated to fall down closer near my eyes.

After walking for about fourty-two minutes my legs slowly started to feel like jelly. I needed to sit down. I walked higher up, few metres away from the sea and took a seat on the cordial sand. I put my purple converses down on the sand next to me and slid my feet into the sand; they were almost fully covered with sand, except when a wind was blowing, then I had to slide my feet into the sand again.

It was so serene. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the placid noise of waves crashing when they came to the edge, laughter of five year old kids and someone walking past me whistling some tune that sounded really conversant.

I placed my hand just above my eyes to block the sun and looked up to see a splendid looking guy: about the same age as me; maybe a bit older, mid-long brunette hair, wearing a black v-neck t-shirt and red skinny jeans that were rolled up to his knees, he carried a pair of black vans in his right hand, he had few bracelets on his hands and some petite tattoos. He had snake bites and a septum piercing.

''Hey, excuse me?'' I got up waving my hand to him 

''Emm, me?'' he turned to me and pointed to himself

''Yes, ummm, that song that you were whistling, it's-'' I said and didn't finish as he interrupted me

''Sleeping With Sirens. If I'm James Dean..'' he said 

''Then you're Audrey Hepburn'' we both said and I smiled brightly at him. He smiled back. That's a good sign, I guess?

''I'm Oliver by the way'' he said, his voice low and winsome and gave me a half-smile

''Gemma, the name is Gemma'' I said calmly trying not to sound nervous

''Sounds legit'' he said and stared at me

I looked back at him. His eyes were scintillate green. His eyes seemed so abyss, I felt like I was being hypnotised by them. The outside was somber green, then it was getting lighter nearer to the pupil, there was also a shade of blue and grey in them, and a gold ring close to the pupil. They were just prodigious. But I think that's why I liked them.

I shook myself from the inside before I'd trace off to daydreaming about his eyes in front of him.

''Haha, I guess so. Where do you live?'' I asked attempting not to sound nosy or stalker-ish

''Just about five minutes away from the beach, pretty cool cause I have a nice view of the sea and stuff, and you?'' he answered and asked politely

''Oh that's epic. I'm jealous'' I said and let out a low giggle, ''I live about twenty or twenty-five minutes away from the beach'' I replied to his question

''Nice'' he said and smiled warmly at me

I nodded and smiled back at him.

''I better go, I was suppose to meet up with my friends...Sorry'' he said eventually rubbing the back of his neck

''No, it's fine, I'm sorry for stopping you'' I said looking at him

''No, don't be, I'm glad you did. Can we meet here again tomorrow? I'd love to get to know you more, you seem like a dainty person'' he said and grinned

''Sure, I'd love too'' I smiled brightly already thinking about tomorrow

''Cool. Bye, Gemma'' he said and waved to me as he was walking away

I waved back at him then sat back down on the sand, refreshing the few last minutes in my mind of what just happened. I felt happy. Joyous.