Bring Me Along

Chapter 3: Marcos

Instead of making more of an ass of myself by rushing out and apologizing, I decide to catch my breath and stare out of the window of the small compartment. The train is moving fast enough to make out the details of the landscape but blur them along to the next scene. After awhile though the scene hasn't really changed aside from the lonely cow or  the few horses scattered around.

Tall trees with leaves varying in colors as the beginning of fall slowly changes them from green to yellow. Brown dry weeds sway gently as the breeze pushes them into a soft rhythm against the make shift wooden barriers. Snow capped mountains stand intimidatingly; taking up the bulk of the pictures before my eyes and making the scenery seemingly less captivating. Not that it isn't still beautiful, because in it's repetitive nature it has an untouched serene appeal to it.

With a sigh I lean against the cushioned bench and take to twiddling my thumbs. I wish I had brought some form of entertainment, but in my rush to leave it just slipped my mind, and now I'm here... bored.

I can see if the train has some kind of store that sells books and other such things! I lift myself up quickly at the thought of stretching my limbs and reach into my backpack for some cash. I'm not sure I want to bring my belongings with me seeing as lugging it around constantly gets tiring but leaving it here can also result in theft. I ponder the scenarios for a minute, balancing out the pros and cons and settle on leaving it. Not that the pros won out exactly, but I just figure I'll only begone for a moment; so against my better judgment, I take twenty dollars and leave mt backpack behind. I crumple the twenty into my backpack, zip it up completely and slide open the compartment door.Looking down as I did so, I didn't notice the figure in front of me and ran straight into a hard wall made of flesh. I look up in horror as I realize who I have just run into.

With his muscles tense, dark brown hair askew, and his black eyes boring hatred in tome, I realize that I have made the dire mistake and ran hard into one of the twins from earlier. From the looks of it he's not impressed.

"Ah! Hot ... Pay attention! Jesus!" A deep, highly annoyed voice stuttered out as he tried to wipe the hot liquid off his shirt using his hand.

"I... I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" I ask, on the brink of hysterics. I can be so oblivious some times and as usual; it's an innocent by stander who gets the worst end of it. The strong scent of coffee fills the space between us and I have to fight my face to keep from scrunching up. I hate the smell of coffee.

"I'm fine." He snipes, with his jaw clenched so tight I'm surprised he's able to grind out that remark. I push back my irritation and try to stay polite; I know that having hot coffee spilled on you may raise some anger but it was an accident after all, so there's no need to be a jerk about it. His eyebrows pull together as he peeks into the plastic cup and mutters a very unpleasant, "Dammit," under his breath. He angrily tosses the cup and the rest of it's contents into a nearby trash can and takes off in the direction he seemed to becoming from.

"Let me buy you another coffee." I say, following him and panting as I try to keep up with his long strides. "I feel bad for spilling your drink; the least I can do is but you another."

"The coffee is free." He spits out. Irritation laced in every move he makes, "If you want to repay me, you can start by leaving me alone. You've already ruined my shirt, can you try not to ruin the rest ofmy day? I would really appreciate it." With that last statement he picks up his pace, leaving me behind to stand there looking stupid,trying to comprehend what just happened. Don't go after him... just breathe and leave it alone.

I continue to walk while breathing in and out slowly, trying to channel my calm instead of taking this anger filled balloon that's settled in my throat and chucking it into his perfect face. I just need to find a book and maybe some water; then I can go back to my little box and seal myself away from pretty faced men with crappy personalities.