Glow

Chapter 4

I held my breath and put my hand on the doorknob, unlocking it and slowly opening it. Brandon stopped in his tracks, his hands in his pockets, not turning to face me. I don't know what to ask. . . I don't know what to say. I don't even know why I felt like I wanted him to stay.

"Why'd you come to my house?" I managed to ask without a stutter, though I was still nervous as hell. Brandon slowly turned around and looked up at me with his face lightly tinted in a blush.

". . . I don't know."

God, he sounded like a kid that had just been asked where all of the mud in the house had come from. I dusted off my shirt, and grabbed my cell phone and glasses, letting out a small sigh. "Did you come here to talk?" I asked and looked back to him, putting my glasses on.

Brandon fully turned to me. "I told you, I don't know. . ." He said with a shrug, scuffing his shoe on the ground. He's such a typical jock that it's ridiculous. Its like his entire life dream is to be the stereotype. . . I guess I find him pathetic for that. A thought hit my mind and I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to hold back a blush.

"Did you come here for other reasons?" I asked and adjusted my glasses. He blushed darkly and shook his hands and head vigorously.

"No! I- I don't . . . I didn't . . . I just want to see it again." He finally spat out the words, looking me over but not actually meeting my eyes. I was taken completely back, no idea how to respond. He wants to see the glow again? Why the hell for?!

Reaching up to scratch my neck I let out a long sigh. "Promise not to hit me?" I asked coldly with narrowed eyes. Brandon quickly nodded his head. "Yeah. . ."

I took off my shirt, putting it down on the porch and stepping closer to Brandon, reaching out my hand to him and adjusting my glasses again with the other. He grabbed my hand with his and looked intently at my chest, which wasn't glowing. I knew why, I could feel his pulse going haywire.

"Calm down. You'll never see a glow if you're rowled up like that." I pointed out to him, glancing to the ground to avoid his eyes. If he was glaring at me then I didn't want to know.

He let out a few long breaths before both of our bodies were mediating a white light. I looked down at my bare chest and shook my head, pulling away from Brandon. "Ironic, eh?" I asked with a scoff.

"Yeah but. . ." Brandon crossed his arms over his chest and turned his gaze towards the ground. "Could we try...?"

"Wait, you mean you, of all people, want to try to be with me?" I asked and tilted my head at him, crossing my own arms.

"We are soul-mates, aren't we?" He asked back, looking at me with our eyes finally locking. I hated to admit it, but I did feel a spark there. Even if he was a pathetic bully and dork . . . I guess he is my glow. But just because hes my glow, if that's the only reason he wants to try, then no way.

"I don't see what that has to do with anything." I said and leaned back on my porch, my arms still crossed and my eyes narrowed. I wanted him to think I still hated him, even more so than before. I won't just let him decide, he'll have to convince me one way or the other.

"I guess it doesn't... Could we just hang out then? Talk or something? Now if that's okay?" I was surprised at the suggestion, or impressed rather. Trying to take the friend route was a real improvement from being beat up daily.

"Sure, but you're driving." I grabbed my shirt and put it on, quickly running inside to grab my wallet and locked the door behind me. I turned to Brandon and flashed a small smile, seeing as he looked so bewildered that I had actually agreed.

"I was about to head to Wendy's before you showed up, want to head there or somewhere else? I'll pay." I suggested as we walked to his black convertible. It was a really nice looking car, he obviously was good on money, but so were we. One of the perks of being a child genius.

He started the car and pulled out of the driveway before heading towards the closest town. I tucked my glasses into my pocket so the wind wouldn't rip them off of my face, and glanced at Brandon every so often.

"Hey, how'd you find my house anyway?" I asked and rested my hand on my head, letting the wind basically molest my hair.

"My mom is a staff member so... I looked through her contacts and called your mom. . . I told her we were study buddies and she gave me your address." He said and flashed a small smile to me. I nodded, impressed. At least he knew how to get his way, and went through all of that trouble to apologize and return my stuff. . . After trying to break my face in, of course, but I doubt beatings would be a problem anymore.

"Well then when we get back we'll actually study and who knows, you might learn how to spell." I joked lightly and nudged his arm that he wasn't using to drive. He rolled his eyes with a small smile, though I could see a brighter gleam of joy in his eyes.

Guess I'm just a sucker for giving second chances.