Invisible

Chapter 6: Deja Vu

Hey! Special Thanks to @allninearemine for her hard work editing all these chapters!

~Blaze~

It's a damn good thing chemistry is a partner class because I didn't remember a damn thing that happened. Lacey didn't respond to my note about a ride. What if she hadn't really forgiven me for earlier? I'm such a fucking asshole sometimes, even without meaning to. I certainly hadn't meant to hurt her and I really hadn't meant for her to think I was making fun of her. The stuff she had written in that notebook was amazing. The things she'd said worried me though. It was why I suggested the ride. Maybe I could get her to relax and open up to me. Why the fuck would she think she was invisible? I wanted to pound whoever had made her feel like that. Hell, maybe dad was right. I really only knew how to solve things with my fists. I bet his first thought wouldn't be about beating the shit out of someone. I couldn't seem to help it though. The thought of someone hurting Lacey made my blood boil. Damn, I need to stop thinking about it. My hand was fisted so tight under the table I could actually feel the stubs of my nails digging into my hand.

As soon as the bell rang, Lacey shoved her book in her black and silver bag and left without a word. What the hell? I chased after her, grabbing her arm to stop her.

"Hey, ride?" I really wanted her to go for a ride and I refuse to analyze why, feel free if you want to. Lacey spun, spearing me with an angry glare. What the hell had I done?

"You really are a colossal jerk, aren't you?" There was anger in her voice but also hurt? Betrayal? Something like that. What had brought all this on? I didn't say anything since I had no idea what the hell was happening. "A 'ride'? Seriously? Is that what all this attention has been about? I'm the only girl in school you haven't slept with?" Her voice was reaching hysterical pitch and she was jabbing at my chest with her finger. Let me tell you, I may have muscle but the jab of an angry female hurts! And....Whoa! Wait a minute. Slept with? I haven't slept with anyone! Ever! Why the hell would she think? Oh, shit. Really? Fucking hell. "And I defended you to my brothers! I knew someone like you would never pay attention to me! Why did I think you'd be different than everyone else?" Tears were running down her cheeks in rivers and her voice had gone from hysterical to quietly sobbing. Oh hell, someone stop the tears. Please? What do I do with a sobbing girl? She yanked her arm out of my hold and took off. Shit. She couldn't leave. I couldn't have blown it with this girl already. I grabbed her hand again.

"Lacey, stop! Listen. Please."

Oh, she stopped alright.

Just long enough to yank her hand from mine and slap me, hard. Fuck! That was gonna leave a mark. She took off to the parking lot and I chased after her, determined to get her to listen, no matter that it hadn't been successful yet. I wasn't about to give up, dammit. She had almost made it to the lot when I caught up to her again. This time I snagged her around the waist and pulled her firmly against me. I took a moment to catch my breath before dealing with a struggling Lacey.

"Goddammit, Lacey, just fucking stop! I meant a ride on my bike!" I pointed to where I parked the sportster that morning. Lacey followed my finger and finally went still, thankfully because I really wasn't sure how much more of the wiggling I could handle. Her cheeks flushed a bright red as she spotted the Harley. I was pretty sure she wouldn't take off again so I released her and not a moment too soon. Tears were still running her cheeks but she was desperately trying to get ahold of herself.

"On your? Oh my god." Her eyes went wide as the full impact of what she had just done hit her. She looked like she might bolt again, this time in embarrassment, and I'd be damned if I was gonna let that happen. I reached out and put a hand on her shoulder.