Obsession

Chapter Eleven: Walker Davidson

Stumbling over his words, Peter motioned for me to leave, and Walker headed over to the desk. I stared at him, looking the boy up and down. As I rose from my seat, I noticed how tall Walker was. Annie wasn't joking, he really was gorgeous. Walker towered over me, my head barely meeting his elbow. He peered down at me, and raised his brows, questioning why I hadn't moved yet. Frantic, I scampered past him and out the door. I got a glimpse of myself as I passed the mirror and saw my tomato-red cheeks and walked out as fast as I could. Annie was waiting for me outside the door, and her eyes were star-struck, and I immediately knew he'd seen Walker.

"The Davidson boys are just works of art." She sighed, pressing her back against the wall.

I rolled my eyes, grabbing my bag from my locker and slamming it shut. 

"He's gonna be at Bucks tonight." 

I stopped dead in my tracks. Bucks was one of the only bars in town, and we could barely get in. It was mostly flooded with college students visiting from home. Shawn, Annie, and I had only been able to go once before Shawn had gotten kicked out for mouthing off to the bartender. Bucks was a restaurant until around ten o'clock until it became a bar/club. We normally got a bottle service for our table and called it a day. I never wanted to go, but for some reason, I wanted to.

"We're going." She said, grabbing my arm and dragging me to the car.

"How do you even know he's going to be there?" I asked skeptically, as I slid into the passenger's seat.

Annie shrugged. "The grapevine."

I let the air out of my lungs, making a hmph sound. When we pulled into the driveway to my house, the golden gate swung open, and my mouth dropped when I saw a tall figure on my doorstep. My father stood in his work attire, and a briefcase in hand. His phone was pressed up to his ear in his other hand, and his eyes widened in happiness when he saw us pull in. I slowly got out of the car. I was caught off guard by the sight of him. I didn't expect to see him for another few months. Pulling the sunglasses of his face, my father set his briefcase down, his eyes excitedly looking over at me. 

"Been a minute." I say flatly, brushing past him and opening the glass front door.

My father looked as though he'd just been brutally murdered. His mouth gaped open in shock, and Annie stood in front of him, shrugging. I didn't have time for his useless attempt to be a father. He was probably home to grab a few more things, and he'd fly out again tomorrow. I heard his footsteps quickly chase after me, and I ignored him, keeping my eyes glued on the staircase. I got about three or four steps up before he reached out his hand to me.

"Ava, please. I'm sorry. I'll make it up to-" 

I spun around to face him, a single tear streaming down my face. I felt as though I was walking on eggshells, and was about to burst into a million pieces. I angrily pointed my finger to him. 

"How many times have I heard that? Too many! I'm. Done."

The sound of the door slamming behind me echoed through the house.