The Ides Of March

Friend

Chapter 8 : Friend

Esmeralda slipped on a pair of black flats and grabbed her bag as she saw Logan's car pull up in the driveway. She made it to the door just as he started to knock. She pulled the door open and watched as his eyes widened.

Oh no! Its too much! Cara your gonna get it!

“You look. . .”

“Over-dressed?”

“Well, yes, always.” He smirked and Esmeralda narrowed her eyes at him. Pervert. “But, I was going to say, you looked amazing.”

She turned her head slightly to the side, to keep him from seeing the blush growing on her cheeks, “Thanks.”

“Ready to go?” She nodded and followed him out to his car.

“So where are we going?” She asked him, as he drove out of her driveway.

“Hmm, to the beach?”

“I love the beach.”

“Good, so no arguing.” He smirked. She smiled lightly and leaned back in the seat as he drove, listening to the music.

“Here, give me your phone.” Logan said, reaching over and taking Esmeralda's phone from her.

“What's the point in telling me, if your just gonna take it anyway?”

He smirked at her, “I don't know, but, at least I told you instead of just taking it.” He pointed out, going through her phone.

“Uh huh. . .Well, why the heck are you going through my phone?”

“Smile.”

“What?” She asked, confused.

He turned the phone around and put it in front them. “Smile.”

Oh. Picture.

Esmeralda leaned in a little bit, smiling, before he took the picture.

He turned the phone around and fooled around with it a little bit more, until he showed her the phone. The picture he just took was his contact photo. They were both smiling, showing their teeth, Esmeralda's head was basically resting on his shoulder and his was on top of her head. It was a nice picture even Esmeralda had to admit that.

“Perfect. Now when ever I call, you will see this. Look how happy we are.” Logan told her, hoping that when she ever saw it she would realize just how much she need him.

“We do look happy.” She agreed.

He smiled widely at her and took out his phone. “Now I need a picture of you.”

“No. Of us.”

“Even better.”

They took almost the exact same picture and then played twenty questions.

Logan decided to ask a hard question for his tenth one. He desperately wanted to know the answer and he could not help but ask. The question wasn't exactly hard, it just wasn't exactly easy for her to talk about.

“Why do you hate supernaturals?”

Esmeralda sighed, “Difficult question. Well why does anyone hate the supernatural? I really have the same reasons, I just wouldn't kill anyone for it like that hunter group. They really don't respect the treaty that was made after the war. Anyway, I started hating werewolves at a young age, and then another thing happened after that, and I hated them more, so my hate for werewolves just grew into full on hate for all of the supernatural. Once, when I was nine, I broke my ankle and I wouldn't let a witch, who was right there on the beach, heal it. I made my dad take me to the hospital.”