The Octagon

Chapter 10-Misa

~Artemisa

"Is it alright if I turn on the radio?" 

Boy, this was awkward.

"I'd prefer it if you didn't." The lady told me. She looked so official the way she sat up perfectly straight. 

"So I can?" She didn't really answer my question.

"No." She could have just said that the first time.

Ugh. This lady.

I wasn't used to this type of silence. There were two types of silences. The peaceful type and the awkward type. This was the latter. Usually when I felt an awkward silence coming on I would try to talk through it. Sometimes I just made things worse but it always seemed worth it to try. So I did.

"So Agnes. How are your kids?" It was kind of a random conversation starter. But it was the first thing that popped into my head. I also wasn't sure if we were on a first name basis, but I just went with it.

"I don't have kids." She scoffed like I should have known or something.

"Oh." I probably should have asked that first.

"Do you?" Agnes asked.

'Of course not! Gosh, Agnes. Who do you think I am?' is what I wanted to say. But instead I went with, "No. I think I'm too young to have kids."

"Well, you never know these days. But I'm glad you said that. You should wait until you're married." I think she was warming up to me.

"No promises." I blinked at her and smiled. I had tried to wink, but I wasn't so great at it and ended up accidentally closing both eyes.

She just stared at me completely straight faced.

"Eyes on the road, Ms. Devons."

"It was a joke." I added, laughing nervously, switching my eyes back to the road.

"Mhm. Well, I didn't find it funny."

Well, damn.

"Tough crowd."

"I'm the only one in the car, Ms. Devons." She said monotone. Did she take everything literally?

"Yeah. I know." I had to keep this conversation going, but she wasn't giving me much.

F for participation Agnes.

I was thinking of better topics to ask her about. And as I was thinking, I saw a beautiful boy walk into a gas station store.

Ooh la la. Ace Derickson.

I had just met him today and may I just say I was glad I did. It was so cute how he nicknamed me. No one had ever called me nerd before. Not to my face at least. Usually it was just dork, freak, weirdo, and the occasional assface potato. Alright. No one had actually called me that last one, but I wouldn't have minded it. In fact, I'd find it completely hilarious.

Anyways, I'd heard about Ace before. The girls always talked about how hot he was. And the guys always complained about how hot he was. I mean that's how I saw it. They actually just called him a prick and talked about how much they wanted to beat him up, but I knew it was just their jealousy talking.

Everyone talked about him, but I hadn't actually seen him until today. He was as gorgeous as I'd heard he'd be. Maybe more. His eyes were beautiful. I wanted to stare at those beautiful deep green balls all day. And sweet baby jesus those lips. Those plump, pink lips. All in all I just wanted his face on my face.

These were the thoughts that had gone through my head when I had first seen him. I had to pause and just look at him for a second. I thought my eyes were pulling a prank on me. They did that sometimes, those little shits.

Then when I introduced myself. He had to pause. I had hoped that my beauty had rendered him speechless. But then he finally responded. And man that voice. It gave me chills. He could narrate my life any day.

I honestly surprised myself at how calm I had been during that conversation.

I could still remember the last thing he said to me as I rushed away to my driving lesson.

"Alright. Well shouldn't you get back to whatever you were running around for earlier nerd." I loved his nickname for me.

That was when I realized I had totally forgotten about my driving lesson. And I was so excited that I was finally getting to start driving and on my 16th birthday too.

"Oh my god. I have to go. Sorry. It was nice meeting you, Ace. Let's talk again soon." I said and as I turned around I had mumbled something. I didn't mean for him to hear it. In fact, I actually didn't even mean to say it out loud.

I'm so glad I had caught myself quick enough to whisper it.

Bye, Ace.

I love you.