Criminal -Neil Westfall-

Chapter Three

Two days later; Sunday.

First thing I do when I woke up was check my phone. I didn't get a text from any random number only my mother and Rosanne. It's been two day's! He's not going to write. I don't know why I'm so fed up about this- This stranger! I open my mom's message first.

Mom- Your father and I are staying another day. We sent your brother enough money for pizza tonight. Love you.

I don't write my mom back, I open Rosanne's message next.

R- hey kat! Wanna see a movie later? I'll pay.

I wrote Rosanne back.

Sure, what time?

R- 12:30

Okay, meet you there.

I sit up fully, looking around the room. It wasn't to bright outside but it wasn't to dark either. I wobble over to the bathroom, starting my shower. I look at the clock, only 11:01 a.m. I had enough time. I shower and get dressed. I put a thin coat of eyeliner on before my mascara. I didn't wear much makeup. It makes my face greasy.

By the time I got to eat a small strawberry yogurt it was 12:00 o'clock, for the rest if the time I either cleaned up the kitchen or sat on Instagram. I never felt so bummed out before. Maybe Rose will help me forget him, although I can't tell her about him. She is very critical. All these thoughts were running in my head. I could never understand them! This has never happened before.

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12:45 p.m.

Via text: Where are you Rose?!

R- omg! Kat I can't make it I got stuck babysitting!

I let out a sigh and walked out of the theater. She was always late or never showed up. I was really hoping she could cheer me up. I walked next door to a local ice cream shop, the name was German and I had no idea how to say it. I got a low calorie Vanilla cone. It wasn't that bad.

It was probably too cold for ice cream, let alone eat it outside on a cold bench. But I did it anyways. My back was to the little ice cream shop, my face was looking at a flower shop. I always found flower's beautiful so I didn't mind starring at them while I ate.

When I was finished eating I still sat there. Looking at the flower's that will soon die. It was about ten minutes after that I noticed the young (to old to be in high school at least) blonde woman looking at me. Maybe she thought I was starring at her? Or maybe trying to rob the joint, either way I stopped looking. I stand up brushing off my butt so there would be nothing on it and then the front of my jeans. As I'm doing that I feel two hands (or I what I hope is hands) touch me shoulders, shoving me a little.

"Boo!!" I jump, turning around quick. He took the breath out of me. I put my hand on my forehead calming myself.

"Jeremy, you know I get scared easily!" He nodded like it was nothing then I went on, "Why'd you do that?"

"I saw you sitting here all alone, starring at a flower shop with dying flowers may I add. Kyle here gave me the idea to scared you!" Kyle had a crush on me, nothing I couldn't handle. He wasn't like obsessive over me which was a good thing in my eye's. He was cute, I'll admit.

I had a little girl crush on him growing up when the boys had what they called "man night's" which were really sleepover's. I always thought Jeremy and Kyle liked each other. Now that I look back on it it sounds ridicules. Jeremy isn't.. Can't be gay, he flirts with every girl in school! Hooks up with a lot of the senior girls since most of them are eighteen. I stopped liking Kyle the the seventh grade when I got my first real boyfriend. Dante Carter was his name, we're still really good friends to this day. I broke it off with him when I found out he asked me out as a dare. He was trying to make his ex jealous or something? I don't know.

"Thanks Kyle." He smiled at me with pride.

"So what were you doing there?"

"I was gonna meet up with Rose but she had to babysit so I got ice cream instead. What are you two up too?" I point at them, raising one eyebrow.

"We were gonna see a movie." Kyle blurted out. Jeremy added, "Wanna tag along? I'll buy your ticket little sister." Jeremy and I are really close now. We always have been since we were children. You see we were adopted by family friends. They could never have kids of their own, which was sad but they had no problem taking care of us. They loved us like we were their own but we were not theirs. They were watching us the night the accident happened. I do not blame my parents for arguing but I wish it was not happening while my father was driving his car. From then on out we've been with the Wentson family ever since. We never got to say goodbye to them. We don't take about it much, and the Wentson's don't bring it up. I get too emotional and Jeremy hides or blocks his pain. Since he is one year older he had one more year with them than I did. It's been twelve years.

"Sure." Was all I could say. As we walked next door to the movies, moving bodies on the other side of the street catch my eye an arm was wrapped around a waste. The girl was tall, skinny and had a big ass. The man had a black coat on and had a lite cigarette in his hand. He had facial hair which was a dirty blondish color, closer to brown than blonde along with his head. The thing that most suck out was his eyes, those gauges. Then it hits me and I realized who the person was who had an arm around her. Neil..

My walking got slower and slower soon enough it stopped fully. Jeremy noticed and saw what I was looking at. He twisted around and hugged me. "You'll find someone else baby sister. He wants ass, that's it. He probably would've used you and I would've had to kick his ass." He whispered in my ear. Jeremy was right. Neil and I didn't have a connection so why was I so bother by his arm around another girl?

The only words I could say at the moment were, "I never had him." I looked down at my feet and whispered, "I never will." But I felt so connected to Neil, ever since he thumb hit my lips.