Notes and Kisses

Nueve

Nueve

The moment I had stepped a foot in our house, mom and dad threw their selves at me, asking me if I was okay or if someone had hurt me and the likes. I was confused at what's happening, actually. The look on their faces was really worried.

                "I'm okay," I told them when we were settled on the couch.

                Mom hugged me again. "That's good to know. You should have told us where you're going. We were worried sick!" she exclaimed.

                I smiled wryly. "Sorry. I was just at my friend's house," I said, not saying the first thing that had happened. I didn't want to tell them about what happened at the beach. As much as I wanted them not to like Aaron, I couldn't. I was not that bad to turn the guy down and destroy his good image to my parents. I wanted Aaron to be the one who would tell my parents about this whole mystery guy and poems since he was the one who started it all.

                "Aaron called us and said that you left with some guy," dad said. His tone was actually harsh.

                "Stephen is not some guy," I muttered.

                "Stephen?" mom asked.

                "Yeah. He's nice, and I'm friends with his sister."

                Whatever Aaron was telling my parents about Stephen, those were not good. The way that my dad said his words about him was not really nice.

                "I'm going to my room now." I pushed myself out of the couch and went upstairs. I lay down on my bed and just stared at the ceiling.

                I still couldn't believe that Aaron was M. Add to that the expressions on both faces of Stephen and Sam when I told them about it. I wondered what those looks meant. They were like worried about something.

                I grabbed my pillow and covered it to my face. I screamed in there and let out all the frustrations and disappointments that I was feeling. I just hoped that tomorrow, everything would be okay.

Nope. Whatever I was thinking last night didn't happen when I woke up.

                I woke up not because of my alarm but because of Aaron knocking incessantly on my window. It was only six in the morning. He was looking oh-so-handsome but no, I was still not falling for him. He's still a jerk for me.

                I glared at me, standing in front of the window and not even bothering on opening it.

                Even if it was close I still heard him said, "Open up."

                I shook my head, crossing my arms. What did he want this time?

                "Open up, please," he begged. "Please, Carter."

                I protested inside my head. I really didn't want to open it but still went for it. I opened my window and in abrupt motion, he was now in my room.

                "I told you—" but he covered my mouth with his hands.

                He looked at me straight in the eyes. "Ssshhh."

                That made my heart hammered in my chest. What was going on?

                "Don't be afraid or something. I'm not going to hurt you or whatever." What was Aaron saying? Was he out of his mind now?