Calantha

chapter 6_rival??

Chapter

6

How was I going to get to school? I had told dad that my car would start so I left it at school but we both knew that he wouldn’t be able to drove me to school. He, however, promised to pick it up for me. But the most important question was, how was I going to get to school. Dad had already left for work. You don’t have to go to school today. Were his parting words.

I decided that my last option was to take the road on foot. It was only fifteen minutes by car, so, how much would it be by foot?

With an irritating grunt, I grab my coat and left the house. I locked the door, turned around and gasped. There in my driveway a gray bugatti was park. Blessed him. Without any hesitation, I got in. the leather in that stuff. good stuff, I thought, closing my eyes.

“Good morning.” He said.

“Hi.” I said, and took a deep breath, taking in his masculine scent underlying with a whispered of cinnamon.  

“I thought you might have needed a ride.” He said as he backed away from the house.

“You thought well. Thank you,” I said sincerely.

“You are most welcome.”

We reached the school in a matter of minutes. We didn’t communicate that much in the car. He asked about my night, about what my father said yesterday night, and stuff like that.

I ignore the girls that were gawking, as though the saw the president in the parking lot, as I got out.

It was cold outside, very cold. We got to school just when the bell was about to ring all because he took his time driving; he didn’t want to get to school early, is what he said.

He walked me to my first period class even though I insisted that it was unnecessary but he insisted that it was very necessary. I knew from experience that once he set his mind on something, he would do it without fail so, I kept my mouth shut.

When the bell rings for second period, I spotted him outside of the classroom. He was leaning against the doorframe looking for all the world like a young beautiful god. I watched as he acknowledged several ‘good mornings and hellos’ with a nod and several ‘wanna go out tonight’ with a shook of his head and a smile. I intended to walk pass him pretending not to have noticed him but he left his former posed as he spotted me coming out.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

He grimaced. “Hello to you too.”

“Oh, where are my manners. Hello Didier, what good breeze sends you my way?” I fluttered my lashes at him and gave my best smile.

“Oh, I don’t know, I think it was something like friend-slashed-enemy kind of truce.” He answered as we leap into motion.

“Oh my, what a coincidence. I’ve heard of that name before but people say that you get hurt when you use it to travel. It’s very dangerous.”

“I’m sorry if I worried you. I’ll be careful. However, I seemed to be getting along with it quite well.”

“Oh no, I wasn’t worry.” I gave a short laugh. “I was in fact hoping.” I sighed, and then muttered, “A girl can dream.”

A roll of laughter escaped his mouth. I put my saddest puppy eyes and whispered so sadly you’d think someone in my family just die, “Did I said something funny.”

He looked down at my—feigned—sad expression. I watched as His eyes softened and his face melted into a breathtaking smile. I wanted to look away but like always, I couldn’t break away. I was very aware of his energy as we stared at each other. We were like in our own personal world; our surrounding didn’t matter as we communicated through our eyes. And it was in his eyes that I could read his true feeling, and I hoped that he couldn’t read mine.