A Dozen Reasons

Chapter 9- Questions

My heart was practically in my throat. I couldn’t move, or breathe.

I just sat there staring at those blue eyes.

“What? Is there something on my face?” He wiped his hand over his face, wiping away anything that may have caused my staring.

I looked away feeling foolish, heat rushed up on my cheeks. I took out my left ear phone.

“So who are you waiting for? The boyfriend?”

Is that what he wanted to know, if I had a boyfriend? Seriously, that was an old trick.

“No, my dad.” I looked away, glancing at my watch. Only 2 minutes had passed.

“So, no boyfriend?” I looked back at him. He was awfully cute, but he was kind of irritating me. There was cockiness in the he spoke.

“Um…why would you need to know that? I don’t even know your name.” I tried to say as calmly as I could, trying to hide annoyance.

He let out a huff, “My name isn’t important.” He gave me a snide smile.

Wow, really? This guy was a piece of work.

“My relationship status isn’t important,” I said evenly.

He laughed.

It was quiet for a few minutes.

 I went back to my book. I saw him staring at me in the corner of my eye. I tried to brush it off, but I kept reading the same paragraph over and over again.

Finally, I gave up and faced him, “May I help you?”

“You have beautiful hair.” He said intently.

He caught me off guard. Really, what’s up with this guy? One moment he’s cocky and the next he’s sweet.

“Uh…thanks.” I looked away shocked.

“So can I ask you something?” I leaned back into the bench.

“Is it ‘Do you have a boyfriend’ kind of thing?”

“No.” He smiled at me.

“Fine. Shoot.”

“What inspires you?”

I looked back at him. He appeared to be lost in his thoughts, gazing up at the sky.

Yep, it is official, this guy is nuts. But that really was a good question.

I sat there for a minute, thinking.

When I was about to answer, someone called from the building. “Brian, it’s time to go!” I glanced at the source. It was a girl she appeared to be 17 or 18, blonde hair, and slender, probably his girlfriend.

“Well, I have to go. Nice meeting you.” He extended his hand toward me.

I gave it to him. “By the way, my name is Brian.” He gazed into my eyes, pulled my hand up to his mouth, and kissed it. He then took off behind the blond.

I just sat there mesmerized. Weird.

A moment to soon, my dad pulled up.

I climbed into the front seat.

“Congrats, mija,” he pulled me into a hug,” I think we should celebrate. What do you think?”

“Yeah, we should!” I was excited all over again.

“So do you want to do lunch or dinner?” He pulled into the street.

“Dinner sounds good.” I beamed.