Save Me

Chapter 4

 A/N: Incredibly short chapter but I've had really bad writer.s block with this book for like year now so I'm just going to give up on this chapter and let you have it. Filler chapter.

I felt a warm spot in the center of my stomach.

"Henna?"

She glanced up, bright eyes glowing in the light of the a window.

"Yeah?"

"Do you wanna maybe hang out again soon."

I couldn't understand this sudden need to hide I felt around her but she seemed to enjoy it. Henna's face coloured for a moment before she nodded giving me a brief flash of a smile.

"Great," I leaned back in my chair lifting the front legs off the ground. Since I was a child I had leaned in my seat like this, it made me feel like I was living on the thin line of danger. An emotion I'd thought had rusted over after my father's death flourished in my head like an orchestra coming to its final note, I think I love her. Love was a funny question for me. I wondered of its existence every time I woke up to a pretty face I'd never met. After another pair of salty lips came to mine to signal the end of another scene. I'd just assumed it hadn't existed every time I saw those heels walk out my front door. But Henna, she was different. I had the feeling that if her stilettos walked out of my door I'd know what love was...as it was being ripped from my innards. Two cool hands tore me from my own little world and I was greeted by two beautiful orbs.

"Hey." I'm sure I was making a goofy smile but I didn't care.

"You kind of stopped replying after a while and I thought you were in some weird coma, by the way that face looks uncomfortable."

She patted my cheeks and giggled. "Shy by day, what are you by night?"

She turned pink and spun around taking a seat before nervously glancing out at the darkening sky. I chuckled at her squirmish attitude but I was quite curious as to the answer of the question no matter how much I would care to dismiss it.

"Wouldn't you like to know," she shot back from across the table.

I laughed throwing my hands up in the air in mock surrender. "Fair enough." She sat still and smug in her seat only three feet away. Henna was kind of a strange creature to me, I wasn't used to the pointless banter that I surprisingly liked. Sure I'd had girlfriends before, never went a day in secondary school without one, but they were all one type. It went a lot like: party, drink, make out, sex, repeat. They never wanted a conversation and I was fine with that, knowing what their favourite song was would not help either of us because we both knew what we were there for. Henna thrust a hand into her bag and rummaged around while still eyeing me.

"I have to leave soon, my history class is at 5:00, but-" she must have found what she was looking for because she dropped her phone into my lap-"you can call me."

"And if I have your phone how does that work? Will you like call the police and find me that way, or..?" I smirked as her face dropped into a straight line.

She gave a sarcastic laugh before answering me, "just put your number in."

"And nudes?" I looked up feigning innocence, making sure my eyes were as big as they could possibly get.

"Don't flatter yourself, I don't think we're into the same things." I had just finished typing in my information and had only looked up fast enough to see her knowing smile as she snatched up her phone from my palms and skipped towards the door. "See you whenever Malik."

I had forgotten I had put my last name into the contact and sat stunned for a moment as she passed on the other side of the the glass window beside me and stumbled across the street holding her books to her chest as the wind threatened to tear them from her thin arms.

"What do you mean," I whispered to just myself. She seemed right for me, was it not the same for her? Maybe I should've kept my weird attempt at humor to myself and I had scared her off. Or most likely she knew of my cold fact reputation. The latter was more likely since she had fired off some come backs similar to mine in return. I could've cursed myself then and there, a girl whom I could joke with and be my better side with would never be with me because I was a dog. I was the lowest dog, stealing scraps and sleeping in the gutters while the moon shone high in the sky. I suppose I'd mistaken her mistrust of me with nerves of having a hot drink with a stranger.

When I returned my gaze to the window she was nowhere in sight. The only way I would ever see her again is if she found me first. I couldn't think of any good reason why she would choose to contact me though why would she ask for my number at all if I had no chance with her? Never the less, I sat back in my chair and proceeded to pout. No girl had ever walked away from me before, not once. This one would make me work for it. Maybe that's why I was so intrigued by her. I smiled to myself as I took a final swig of coffee and threw some change on the small table for the waitress on my way out.