Finding Me Through You

Stupid and Books with Tallies

His face was too close to my face. He sighed and that caused me to smell his oh so minty breath.

"Don't be so confident, Stupid. You'll eat your words. Don't challenge me. Specially with things you and I both know you'll lose to," he said and returned to his proper seat. He buckled his seat belt and proceeded driving.

I was still in shock of what happened. He looked at me, bit his lip and shook his head. My head was still leaning on the window. He noticed this and a smirk formed on his face.

Oh no I don't like this look. Once again it was too late.

He swerved the steering wheel slightly and we swerved. My head bumped against the window. Well, that hurt like hell!

"What the hell?! What was that about?!" I screamed while holding the back of my head.

"It's improper for a girl to cuss." He said with his usual deep and scary voice.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes.

"So what? Are we just going to drive around or are you going to tell me where I'm dropping you off?" He asked.

I told him where I lived. He stopped the car and looked around my neighborhood, I wonder why?

He just smirked and shook his head. I've never seen his face conjure up so many facial expressions before. I took my book out and a pen.

In the back of the front cover of my book I wrote the number 3 in Roman numerals.

He looked at me and what I was doing and he looked confused. I then added another tally in my book.

He didn't care so he just let it go. He grabbed my book and read the title.

"The studies of Human Emotion." He read aloud. He then tossed it back to me like it was some trash or something.

I slapped his arm. He looked at me as if he was about to kill.

I gave him a peace sign. We just sat there in silence because he had turned the ignition off.

"I love this book!" I stated breaking the silence while hugging my book.

"It's okay, I read it more than once." He said cooly.

"You read?" I asked.

He looked at me with eyes for murder. I just awkwardly smiled and looked down again.

"So what? Are you just going to sit there?" He asked with his famous blank expression.

"Dan--" I started but was soon interrupted.

"DJ. Just call me DJ." He said.

I looked at him with a puzzling face.

"DJ is short for Daniel John." He said calmly.

How did he know what I was thinking of. Speaking of thoughts. I wanna say something but I just can't..

"Umm... Okay... Hehe.." I was practically whispering. I couldn't find the words my mind was trying to conjure. He stared at me trying to figure out what I'm about to say.

He tilted his head slightly and his eyebrows met.

"Stupid, spit it out." He said with confusion.