Afire Love

eight

Chapter eight: Hey You! Ready To Toy With Some Swear Words?

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"Ready or not Here I come, here I come,

You're like a breath of Fresh air in my lungs,

You and me dance from The night to the dawn,

Ready or not Here I come, boy it's on."

~Ready Or Not, Bridgit Mendler

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a/n: trigger warning: if you enjoy toying with swear words, this chapter is for you xD

p. s. read the note at the end of the chapter.

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A WEEK AFTER the The Revenge Project, things have pretty much come back to normal. And by normal I don't mean just-go-and-study-because-exams-are-coming-up normal. It's more like the-humilation-is-almost-forgotten-so-you-can-get-back-to-school normal.

Marcie is doing a good job of keeping her curvy ass away from me, and as long as she maintains the distance, I won't really have a problem.

I did go to school this week. The killer looks and piercing stares have definitely come down, but they haven't stopped altogether.

When it came to Staicey, she continued to surprise me with her style of clothing and accessories. She's no more the old insecure Staicey that she was. She's still her sweet self, but something about her seems just off.

It's crazy how a person can change in so little time. Creepy, even.

It might probably take a while to get adjusted to high school again, now that life is getting succumbed to monotony.

Although, it wasn't.

Because Edward, Abin and I are waiting in the airport for my dad's arrival.

It isn't like I'm completely nervous or anything, but it feels as though my dad and I haven't met in ages, so a feeling is constantly disturbing me - a feeling that things wouldn't be as they used to be when I was little.

"Stay calm, Buttons. It's your dad for heaven's sake, not any psychotic killer!" says Abin, while the three of us have seated in the airport.

I mumble something that I don't quite understand myself, and continue to contemplate the mysteries of my life. Yes, you read it right.

"Jesus, Buttons! Stop biting your nails", Abin grumbles.

Edward places his hands on my shoulders, just rubbing them over my back, in an attempt to sooth me. I let myself lean toward him, slowly resting my head on his shoulder and closing my eyes only to open them again, while he is embracing me.