The Thirteenth

~Chapter Twelve~

The Thirteenth

Chapter Twelve

Finished my exams today and gosh, did it drain the life out of me. Alrighty then, read on!

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"I'm sorry," Will said, pouting a little.

"What for?" I asked not taking my eyes off the stage. Will had brought me to some talent session where various people showcased their oh-so-amazing talents and I was laughing way too hard. The evening wouldn't class itself under the typical fun, but it was definitely funny.

People ranging from ten to sixty had come to sing, dance or flap their way out whatever they were trying to achieve. Will's face when he entered the room was hilarious. Dread mixed with shock and confusion.

"What for? This!" He groaned. "I didn't know it would be this bad. We'll leave after the kid performs." He sank in his chair, running his long fingers through his unruly hair.

"It's cute that you care for him so much."

"Yeah, well, I try." He had scratched the back of his neck. "His dad killed himself and his mom is hardly ever home. I feel sorry for him. So I support him a bit and also spend a little time with him when I'm free." He smiled sadly, his forest green eyes sparkling in the light. I smiled back and face the stage, when the kid's name is called out.

Carlos, the kid, narrated the lines of his poem and it was really beautiful. It was about always looking out for the positive things in life and ruling out the negatives. I wasn't a huge fan of poems because I often didn't understand the meaning behind vague phrases, but this one, I must say, I thoroughly enjoyed.

We left right after Carlos finished it. I appreciated his poetry and he thanked me for coming. Will insisted on getting some dinner, even though I wasn't really hungry from all the fries eating and coke drinking.

"I promise to take you to a better place next time." Will was at my doorstep, dropping me off.

"You don't have to do that."

"No, I mean. I actually want to. Like I-I... Can we like go watch a movie or something? Anytime... you don't have to, if you don't want to..I-I'm simply asking," He faltered, looking everywhere but me.

I smirked at him. "Oh my, Will Rogers being nervous? This is a spectacle."

"Oh, shut up! Don't you dare tell Alexis or Jason about this," He mocked serious swinging back to his playful self.

"No promises," I chuckled.

"But would you consider it though?" he questioned, his voice no more than whisper. His eyes bore into mine and I couldn't say no to him.

"Sure," I played casually.

He nodded slowly, stuffing his hands into the front packets of the jeans he was wearing. He waved goodbye as he walked to his car. I stood there looking at his retreating form, pondering over the fact that I actually said yes to a date...with Will.

Why did I feel regret? I was currently neither crushing on nor dating anyone, for that matter. Yet, I felt guilt nagging me. I'd never had any sort of feelings for Will. He was a jovial, smart and good-looking guy, but never seemed to strike as my type.

His eyes weren't a mysterious blue or grey, although there was nothing wrong with green. Those cold eyes haunted me in my dreams in the past two weeks, the blue-grey ones I mean. They occurred often now in different forms. A human's, a dog's, cat's, a fleeting image of only a pair of eyes, but they were all the same mysterious grey-blue.