The Thirteenth

~Chapter Nine~

The Thirteenth

Chapter Nine

 

Previously:

The rain didn't look like it was going to stop. We had been in the car for nearly two hours now and I was getting restless. It was six in the evening for heaven's sake! I was fidgeting with my top which was now semi-dry. The car was really warm now and I removed the jacket. I placed it on my lap and looked at him.

"I really should go home... Could you like drive slowly? Waiting isn't gonna help," I asked him politely in the hope that he'd agree without asking me any more questions.

"Why is that your mom or dad haven't even called you once?"

Ha, I was wrong. He totally chucked my question like I hadn't even asked him one. And now I had to give him a totally acceptable answer?

Oh boy.                                                                                                   

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"What?" I knitted my eyebrows pretending to have not heard his question. I planned to cook up a story in the seconds that it would buy me.

"I'm sure you heard me," He raised one brow.

"Um yeah, about that...my phone died?" I said which sounded more like a question than an answer. Amazeballs, I thought, so much for cooking up a 'story'.

He didn't buy it either. What was he? An FBI agent? His questions sure seemed like he was one.

Way too much White Collar, young lady!

Oh, just shut it! I mentally scowled.

 

"Really?" he smirked, "Huh," He faced the steering wheel and thought about it for almost a minute. I made the wise decision to be quiet. Then, he started the car.

Huzzah!

He drove cautiously until we reached my street. It was dark since the streetlights were out. When my house came into view I pointed it with my index finger and he stopped the car right outside.

"So, thanks... a lot!" I tried to sound cheerful. He returned it with a tight-lipped smile. I picked up my backpack and glanced around. There it was again – the awkward silence.

"Do want to come in for some coffee?" I offered. This was the least I could do for the man who gave a lift, bought a pastry and got semi-drenched in that process- all for me.

Well, don't judge me! I may not particularly enjoy his company, but I was not cold-hearted. The poor guy looked hungry and exhausted. There were dark circles developing under his eyes.

He took a considerable amount of time to respond, pondering over the offer. So, I brought him back from his thoughts. "Mr. Wilson?"

His eyebrows rose at the sound of his name and his lips lifted into a smirk. "Someone wants to spend a lot of time with me."

I rolled my eyes. "Forget that I even asked." I started to get out of the car and picked up the jacket from my lap.

"Yeah, I wouldn't say no to a steaming mug of coffee," He chuckled.

I hustled out of the car covering my head with his jacket. It was still raining but not as heavily as before. I jogged to my doorstep and dug my backpack for the key. He was at my heels and stood beside me. His teeth were chattering and he rubbed his palms together, blowing into them.