Getting The Guy

Chapter 49: The Journey To Closure

Song: See You Again

Artiste: Wiz Khalifa ft. Charlie Puth

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No, no, no, no, no.

That's not it.

I can't feel this way.

I shouldn't feel this way.

It's not possible. 

It shouldn't be possible.

Dontae's my best friend.

It's just the emotions getting to me in the wrong place at a weird time.

Yes. That's it. Just play it cool Vannessa. 

Dontae stopped the car and pulled the key out of the ignition. 

"You ready," he asked.

I glanced at him, pulling my nails from my mouth when I realized that I was nibbling on my fingers like a puppy's chew toy.

“Uh, s-sure! Sure!” I babbled embarrassingly. 

Wow, so much for playing it cool Vannessa. 

I rested both my hands on my hips and perked up a bit, trying to recover from my momentary slip up.

“I mean, I'm ready if you are.”

“I don't think I'll ever be ready for this,” Dontae said amidst a dry chuckle.

I smiled.

“Just hold your head high, keep your chin up, be confident and don't worry too much. Oh and—”

I stepped close to him, standing on the tips of my toes. Brazenly, I ran my hand through his wild and surprisingly soft mop of dark brown hair. 

Ruffling it up a bit to make it appear less crazy like a mad person and more of the look that says ‘I rolled out of bed this morning without doing my hair but I still look good’ that Dontae usually seems to have.

I gently smoothed back the light patch of golden brown hair that sat at the front of his hair. I used to find it strange seeing it as a kid but then I've grown to realize that Dontae inherited both of his parent's hair colour. 

“There. Much better.”

“Mhm,” Dontae hummed. But his voice sounded different. His voice was hoarser than before and he sounded so far away. I tore my gaze from his hair to look downwards.

And boy did I make a horrible decision.

Immediately a rush of heat ran up my neck and settled on my cheeks. My heart pulsated restlessly and I struggled to think normally as I pulled my hands downwards in a slow fashion, detangling my fingers from Dontae's hair in the process.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid 

Why do I keep doing things impulsively?

This is worse than the time I mixed ammonia and bleach in the bathroom when I was five for fun because I was bored and curious. That was of course way before I discovered my undying love for science and the danger in combining chemicals of such strong compounds.

I remember coughing nonstop for almost three days straight because of the immense strength of the mixture. Wilma had also scolded me badly and my throat hurt for a week after the incident. 

But the difference with that incident and right now is that now I know what was in the concoction that I had created back then. But in this instance, even as someone so completely fascinated with science, I couldn't pinpoint what chemicals were in the air or what sorcery had been casted upon me.