Striking Lies

Chapter Eighteen: He came by.

Chapter Eighteen:

                “Charlotte, wait!” Tanner yelled after me.

“What?” I said turning back to his black tux and lavender tie self; with his extraordinary eyes and a mess of his brown hair. Usually I wouldn’t be able to contain a smile when I was staring his way, but I was freaking mad. So mad in fact that if you put me up against Hellion from the Marvel Comics Universe, I will most certainly win.

Yeah that mad.

“What do you want from me Tanner?” I asked, a bit more responsive to him now, understanding and wanting to know what was up with him and little Ms. Taylor, but defiantly not wanting to give up on my death trail.

He stared in my direction; the exact way he did moments ago when I was behind the buildings corner. I knew he had to have saw me, it’s not like I was out of plain sight or something.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, like a seventh grader would in a folded up note during health class. Cute… too bad I look past cute.

“What’s wrong?” I repeated, motioning my hand behind me as I turned to walk down the sidewalk once again.

“Come on, you’ve been acting this way ever since I picked you up.”

“Why do you think that is?” I questioned, stopping in my path and turning; allowing him to catch up with me.

“Why do you think that is Tanner?” My toned quieted once he was a couple feet away from me. It was harder to breathe in his presents, let alone every time he touches me.

“Taylor?” He asked, making me nod and roll my eyes at the thought of her again.

“What about her?”

I just closed my eyes, rolling them in my mind and thinking of an escape root out. None for my taking; I had to just resist the urge to run away from him.

“Never mind Tanner.” I breathed out (that’s all I could really do).

“Come on Charlotte.” He said laying his palms on my shoulders and moving closer to me.

I managed to resist the warmth and just look into his blue eyes; picturing them as dark grey orbs, that won’t affect me.

Good luck with that. My annoying little voice inside me said.

“What do you want Tanner?” I asked him at last, swaying on the balls of my feet.

He didn’t flinch, didn’t give off any emotion or signs and didn’t let me notice anything different from him. He never really had shown anything in the first place. The only true emotion I ever saw from him was when he practically bled himself to death by holding on to his brother’s dog tags too tightly.

“I just don’t want you to leave.” He says, gripping me tighter; making my heart fall from its spot.

I exhale, making my eyes widen and then narrow.

“What’s going on between you and Taylor?” I ask him, might regret it later, but who cares; I always regret what I say.

“Nothing.” He says quickly, letting my shoulders go.

I chuckle and mumble to myself.

“Yeah and that’s why you let her kiss you.”

I thrashed my hands all around, throwing my remotes off my bed and my cell phone in the corner; causing a bunch of over exaggerated noise come from my room, which will end up waking up my parents, (their light sleepers, which amazes me because of all the times I snuck out of the house before).