“You’re really going to make pay for all this crap?” Shade spat out, angrily.
I looked at that bag of chips, large soda, a bag of sour skittles, and candy bar. Even I grimaced, “Uh, never mind.”
He saw me reaching for my wallet and he suddenly held ten dollars and fifty cents out to the cashier with a scowl. He saw me looking at him and gave me a slight smile. The cashier shrugged it off as she looked at Shade and then looked nervously at me, “Here…” she gave me a bag of the stuff I got and I gave her a slight nod. As Shade turned away, she looked at me and mouthed, “Be careful.”
I opened my mouth to ask why and a hand gripped my upper arm, he yanked me out and I shivered as electricity went through my body. He didn’t seem to feel it as he pulled me out. He looked at me, “Sorry, I just like being outside and I guess I kind of like moving than staying in one place for too long…”
I raised an eyebrow as he yanked me into the rain, he smiled when he looked at me, “Blu, why are you staring at me?”
I never really noticed he was goddamn hot. His black wet hair was cut in a way that could cover his eyes when he wanted to and he also had a light tan on him. He had a lot of muscle, but not mutant muscle but true non-steroid muscle that gleamed slightly since he wasn’t wearing a jacket, even in this weather, and was wearing a black tee and he was soaking. And I was confused why he wore sunglasses in such cold, dark weather.
“U-um,” I gulped and smiled, looking down, “Nothing.”
I took a slurp of my drink and played with the straw. I gulped and looked to see Shade staring at me, “Why are y-”
“It’s creepy ain’t it?” he said, cockily, giving me a little scowl.
“Jackass,” I mumbled.
He shrugged, “Yes, yes, I am.” Then he smiled, slightly, “I like you, Blu, I don’t exactly know why, but I like you.”
“Lazy ass…” I began to mumble like a crazy lunatic.
Shade sighed, “Come on, am I truly that bad?” he asked, smiling, “I just bought your food you desperately needed.”
“I could have bought it for myself,” I argued.
He smiled, “But I wanted to buy it.”
“What guy in his right mind wants to buy food for a girl he just met?” I asked.
“Matters on the girl,” he said, smiling.
“Are you flirting with me?” I said, incredulous.
“No,” he shrugged, chuckling and looked at me with quick eyes, “You want me to?”
“Um-um,” I suddenly felt angry, which was kind of a relief, “No, jackass! I don’t like you.”
“Someone has a crush,” he chuckled.
I felt the anger melt away, once again replaced with emptiness, “No, I don’t, you just piss me off.”
And was that a good thing?
Feeling emotion is a good thing.
But is anger a good thing?
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Take Me Away
ParanormalBlu Storm was the only survivor in a terrible plane crash, where she lost the ones she loved most. With them though, she lost a part of herself. That part of herself was her own emotions. For a year now, she is still numb and lives with her aunt in...
