**Amika's P.O.V** 8:00 pm
I lift the lid to the garbage can and throw the trash in the garbage. Its starting to get cold and my dumb ass come out with a tank top and shorts on. Luckily no one can see.....
A black car pull up in front of my house and I freeze. The cool air nips at my bare legs and they start to wobble.
The car just sits there and so do I. Even though I should be running inside, locking the doors and having 9-1-1 on speed dial, I just stand here.
Finally the door opens and Xavier comes out. My heart drops down to my stomach and I cross my arms at him. He walks around the car and leans against the passenger door.
I storm over to him. "You scared the Shit out of me! I hope your happy with yourself."
He laughs and I eye him seriously. He could have been a rapist or a burglar. The whole point is, he pulled up on me off guard. I can feel the anger building up.
"I'm sorry," he said after seeing my face expression. "I was hoping you would be in your house at this time of night."
He raises a eyebrow at me and I rub my arm.
Damn, he's right.
"I had to take out the trash."
"Right...."
We stare at each other.
"I see you changed your Tweety Bird pajamas," he states pointing at my attire. "You looked cute in it."
I blush but don't answer. The wind blows and a chill runs down my back.
"I.... uh... have to go," I stammer, pointing behind me. "Good night."
I turn to leave and he grabs my arm.
Shit...
I turn back to him.
His brown eyes stare down at me and my heart skips a beat. The hand he grabbed me with is hot against my cool skin and I crave for his arms to be wrapped around me. The wind blows again but I don't react to it. His hair blows with the wind and so does mine until he reaches up and brushes it out of my face.
"I've been wanting to do that for the longest," he whispers.
He flinches from his words and pulls away. My arm where he touched me grows goose bumps and spreads across my body. Clearing his throat he starts to fidget with his keys.
"I... uh," he starts to stutter, looking every but at me. "I was wondering.... if you....." He runs his hand through his hair frustratingly.
Is he nervous?
I watch him as he bites down on his lips and stare down at the ground.
"If you would.... come over to my house...??"
He looks down at me with sincere eyes. My eyes widen at his question.
His house??
I picture myself going to his house. Both of us talking and probably watching a movie.
Then the movie goes off.....
"I can't," I answer. "Karen is supposed to be going on this date with Charles and wanted me to sit in."
And you but I'm too scared to ask you because you might say no and hurt my feelings and I'll go back in the house and hate myself and everyone who was ever born.
I smile at him and he smiles back.
"I don't think there would be a date with them two tonight," he says a smirk on his face. I stare at him questioningly. "He might be too busy. I was just with him a few hours ago."
I thought you hated him?
I don't say anything. If he's not going to be there then shouldn't I tell Karen? Or do she already know?
He grabs my chin and lifts it up towards him. Every thought that ran through my head vanishes and it's just me and him.
"Come on Amika," he pleaded, his thumb brushing along my bottom lip. "We can watch a movie and you can finally see my Of Mice and Men merchandise I keep and collect."
My heart does a cart wheel.
"OK," I said happily. "But only on one condition." He looks me in the eyes. "We have pizza and ice cream and watch a scary movie with gummy bears."
He laughs. "Way ahead of you. All I need to get is the gummy bears and you'll be the happiest girl in the world."
I smile and take a step back. "Imma go get dressed."
He shakes his head. "Just get in the car. Your not going any where special."
To you I'm not.
