Chapter 2 - This Big, Black Ball of Fur
"When my cage door opens, you won't hear my song, you will hear my flight."
-Stephanie Bennet-Henry (S.L.)
When I was a couple of blocks away from school, I tugged my earphones out, rolled them up, and stuffed them back in my pocket. I liked to observe the neighborhood I lived in, not because I was a paranoid freak, but because it was actually a pretty decent place to be. It was peaceful and quiet, away from the hustle and bustle of the city life, but it was not exactly the middle of nowhere as well. To me, it was just...okay...nice. Nothing amazing, but not torturous.
I also heard we had friendly neighbours. Not that I have ever even met any of them.
The roads were lined with huge trees and I walked beneath their shadows. The weather was nice. There was a slight breeze in the air, and I quietly hummed softly to myself as I perused through the remaining books on my phone. I only had two left, I definitely needed more reading materials and I made a mental note to hunt for more. I usually made sure to have loads of them in my phone for when I needed an escape from the reality of life.
I kept my phone on my hand as I leisurely walked home and my thoughts drifted to the guy I just met. I'm pretty sure it isn't normal to hover, or stalk, or stare, or even offer to touch other people's shoelaces. Not that I had much of an experience with regards to being normal. Nor do I have experience with interacting with other teen-agers. Come to think of it, I had zero social skills. I racked my brain thinking about personal space and all. Hasn't he heard of personal space?
"I'll need to avoid him," I said out loud. It felt silly doing so, but hey, I'm awesome that way and I don't think anyone could hear me. Just to be sure, I looked around surreptitiously, making sure there were no other humans within hearing range.
"WOOF!"
"What in the-?!" I almost jumped out of my skin as I heard the deafening bark of a dog. I frantically looked around and spotted a big, black ball of fur hurling towards me at an irrationally high speed for a big, black ball of fur. "Oh, it's you, Padfoot!"
Bracing myself, I leaned down to greet the black Labrador bounding towards me. Okay, I might have exaggerated a teeny bit. So maybe he wasn't a big, black ball of fur, but man, was he huge for a dog.
He was our neighbour's dog and please, don't ask me which neighbour, I haven't met any of them. All I know is that he's from this neighborhood, he likes to roam around, he's male, and has silky black fur, hence the name Padfoot.
Yep. I named him after a Harry Potter character because logic follows.
I met him last week when he ran into me, and I mean ran into me in the most literal sense. I can't remember why I went out of the house that one fateful day, but I remember hearing this deafening bark close by. And when I turned around, I saw him and I just fell for him. Literally. On my bum.
Let me tell you, we instantly clicked! And of course, we've hung out a couple of times. We've even kissed. Well, he licked me, that is. He also liked to drool. A lot. And right now, his drool is all over my hand and my phone.
"Eww," I wiped his drool on his own fur, "You need to learn some manners, Pad Pad! Take that!"
You might have noticed that I liked talking to dogs. You see, they are not whiny. They do not ask you any stupid or nosy questions. They do not judge you, they're just there, present in the moment for you to pet and spoil. And they're definitely not demanding, unless they're hungry of course.
I leisurely continued walking home with Padfoot happily bounding next to me this time. This guy is hyperactive, I tell you. The owner is probably giving him Monster by the dozen. He would occasionally stop at a tree, a lamp post, or a bush and do his business and say hello. And by that I meant he would be peeing. He peed. A lot. Like I said, the owner was probably giving him Monster by the dozen. Or Red Bull. Whichever it is.
I was almost home, just a couple of houses away, when I heard the sound of an engine rumbling. Loojking up, I met a truly unpleasant sight. My temper flared and I tensed. It was the guy from school again! Ugh! I'm getting a bit of a stalker vibe from him.
He was wearing all black and my eyes focused on his shoes.
Yeah, it was definitely him.
Riding on a black Suzuki, he had a black helmet on, but I still totally recognized him. I had a knack for things like these. Blame it on my paranoia.
Seriously could he be anymore cliché? Badass look, whatever.
I rolled my eyes at the sight and continued walking home then-
I froze in my tracks.
If I went home right now, he'd know where I lived! Dammit! I need would need to loose him! I turned around and was about to walk towards a different lane-
Wait! I need to let him know I'm tough!
I fixed my face with movie-worthy intense glare and I directed it at him.
His head swiveled to my direction.
I glared at him some more.
He gave me an almost imperceptible nod as he passed by.
I kept glaring at him.
And then I pretended to shoot arrows at the spot on his back where I was sure I'd hit his spine and heart - in my head of course, I imagined all these in a split second. I didn't want anyone thinking I was a lunatic in case someone was being nosey and peeking out at me here in the streets.
"Freaky stalker," I mumbled to myself as he disappeared towards a corner and I turned my attention towards my trusted companion, my loyal steed, my one true love, Padfoot.
Who was currently bounding away and barking happily after the motorcycle.
He ran after the bike.
My adopted dog ran after the bike! He stole my dog!
I stomped towards the front door of my house, fuming.
Author's Note:
Hello! Just a quick message to say that I'm currently editing these chapters and rearranging them so that I can update with the new ones. Thank you for sticking by me! Love you all
xx
Monique
YOU ARE READING
Untouchable
Teen Fiction"If you knew what I went through, you'd understand. But you don't. So stop bugging me about it and leave me alone." Meet Megan, an introvert who prefers listening to music over going out, reading books over sports, and hanging out with he...
