Awkward, Naked, & Confused.

Chapter 7

I jumped up quickly - almost immediately meeting his dark gaze. "HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET IN HERE?!?!"
His eyes covered me, the room was so thick with discomfort that it almost held me in place. We continued to sit there in complete silence---and then finally he broke it. "I'm sorry" he muttered. His eyes began transforming from dark orbs into this milk chocolaty color. "how did you get in here garic?!" I stood up pushing him back.
"The front door.." He smirked at me.
I tried so hard not to laugh but I couldn't hold back - then I hit him hard in the chest causing him to laugh too. His laugh was sex - it was beautiful but also dark and seductive which embodied him perfectly.
"Garic I don't really know you.." I awkwardly Segway'd into.
"I know." His gaze meet mine ... "You will"

We sat silently only feet away from each other. Garic made me feel so uncomfortable yet so safe at the same time. I sat on the bed and he joined me which gave me this uneasy feeling in my stomach. I wasn't sure but I could feel his gaze on me, sizing me up. I could feel his intensity on my whole body; sending chills down my spine. "You should go..." I broke the tension.

I closed my eyes

Then I felt him on my neck..
I didn't stop him, instead I just let his hot breath caress the nape of my neck. His tongue massaging my skin.

I didn't need this. I can't do this.

"STOP!" I yelled as I opened my eyes.

He was gone.
I can't explain how infuriated I was. I began to think I was crazy. Maybe I am crazy??? What the fuck; what if Garic is some weird erotic imaginary friend of mine.
...
Maybe he's a fucking magician.
....
Ok he's not a fucking magician, you're just going insane. I don't know why, but I just started to cry, and I laid back in my bed - suddenly realizing that this has been the craziest 48 hours of my life. I hate Nebraska.

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The next day I woke up to the smell of breakfast and my mom singing Ellie Goulding (badly). I walked downstairs wearing the haunting memory of Garic and a XL Navy T-shirt. "Good morning beautiful" my mom said to the beat of 'Anything Could Happen' . I ignored.
I sat at the table and played back yesterday in my head over and over and over.
'Should I tell my mom?' I thought.

Nahhhh

Then abruptly I remembered Crystal. Is she even alive; I literally left her ass passed out on her bed.

I ran quickly upstairs and grabbed my phone.

'13 new messages'

I was intrigued to find that the first 10 were from Crystal. All of which were "hey" and then escalating to "HEY" which became "HEY BITCH" which finally evolved into "HEYYYYY BITH YOU BETTER FUCKING RESPOND"

I've literally known this girl for 2 days.

I responded explaining how I had gotten home and a brief summary of how fucked up she'd been.
The next three were from Brock.
"Brock: baby"
"Brock: I mean friend ;)"
"Brock: Let's hangout soon."

I smiled and then I placed my phone in my lap.
Then I felt abrupt discomfort and there was only one possible source of the explanation.

Garic