With A Cherry On Top

Chapter Twenty-five: Have you been humping the exact replica of a Greek god?

Song: Walked Through Hell by Anson Seabra

Chapter Twenty-five: Have you been humping the exact replica of a Greek god?

I really didn't want to move my head, but that would just be creepy, like I was smelling him, not that I would mind though.

"What?" Zane snapped at the person.

I turned my head at the same time Zane did, but we were still hugging each other, not tightly. So it was more like we were in each other's arms.

It was Wren. I should've known.

"Uh..." He looked at Zane questioningly. "You're hugging Avery, you know, red hair," He turned to me and stared. "Very beautiful smile." I looked back at my feet. That must have snapped him out of it because he continued on with his point. "On the street. I didn't know you two were friends. I thought it was more like an acquaintance where you only had to interact because of me."

I felt like a horrible person. And I didn't even know why. Maybe it's because I created Avery Adams, or maybe it's the fact that Wren fell in love with that created Avery Adams. Either way, it stung.

I looked back up when I noticed he wasn't speaking. He was staring at our hands around each other. I had the urge to just wriggle out, but it felt so comfortable to be in his arms like that.

Like what? I thought this was a friend hug.

It is.

Wren's eyes went from our hands to my face to Zane's face with a questioning look. He and Zane held each other's gazes for quite a while as if they were conversing. It was when Wren turned around to walk away that Zane finally snapped out of it and released me.

"I'll be right back." He muttered, eyes still on Wren, before he followed Wren to where his car was parked.

"Well, that went well." I murmured. I was about to head to the car, but something made me look back down at the alleyway of the side door. It was so dimly lit, even with the fact that it was around 5 or 6pm, it had this eerie feeling or atmosphere to it. If that made sense. I thought I caught movement, but I just disregarded it as the paranoia that comes after fright of something.

I walked back to the car, sat in it, and waited for Zane to be done with Wren. I locked all the doors just in case. Thank God I thought of that.

After a few seconds of settling down, I looked out the left window (of the driver's seat) to see where Zane and Wren were, but I didn't see them, so I assumed they were in his car. 

What an incompetent guardian demon!

I turned to look out my own window and what I saw literally glued me to my seat. Jaxon was coming out of the alleyway. He had a black leather jacket on a black shirt and black jeans and black boots. He was really sporting the whole 'I'm ready to kidnap someone' look. He was walking down the pathway with his hands in his pockets. He looked to be whistling. He really looked like a normal American citizen. He didn't look my way so I had high hopes he didn't see me, but the smirk at the side of his face gave me a feeling he could.

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't run. I mean, run where? I don't even know why I'm scared. I shouldn't be. All the doors are locked. I'm safe and secure. Right? Right??!

He stopped in front of the building right beside the car and rested his back on the walls. Still whistling and looking around. Should I call the police? No, no. That's a dumb idea. First reason, Avery doesn't exist. Second, He'd probably have gone by the time they got here.

He looked right at me and stared as if he could see me. But that wouldn't make sense. The windows were tinted, so people outside couldn't see inside. Right? Right??!