A love that's too late

Chapter 4- I don't want to die like this

Author’s note:

Well here we are another chapter. Now this time I really tried to make it longer. I hope you guys enjoy it. Oh and guess what? I’m fourteen now. I had my birthday a few weeks ago. It’s weird; I thought being 14 would feel different. But it doesn’t. I was actually sick when I wrote this chap...Anyway, I know you don’t want to sit here all day and read about my blabbing. Thank you for reading. Vote? Fan? Comment? Please?

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There was not a single sound in the car.

The air was thick and intense. Neither one of us dared to speak. We were too lost in our own thoughts.

Numerous feelings swam through me. I was confused. Afraid. Angry. Frustrated.

 It was suffocating inside the car. I was so used to Shtickler being loud and goofy that he being silent almost fascinated me.

I kept my fingers wrapped tightly around the steering wheel and just concentrated on driving. Shtickler just stared through the car window, watching the rain pour down. After a while I couldn’t stand it anymore so I spoke.

“Hey,” I said trying to break the silence.

“Hey,” he replied, his voice a melancholic tune.

“Speak to me,” I pleaded.

“Isn’t that what I’m doing now?”

“But-“

“But what?” he interrupted.

“You seem so sad and scared.”

Shtickler didn’t reply.

He flicked his blonde fringe away from his face and for the first time in a long time, I saw his gleaming green eyes.  They were a beautiful colour that seemed to glow sometimes. I’ve known Shtickler for such a long time (not as long as I’ve known Alex) that I can explain every move he makes. Shtickler only flicked his hair if he was hiding something or if he was flirting with a girl. Well, I’m the only girl around and nope, he is not flirting with me.

 “Shtickler?”

“Mmm?” he said.

“Tell me.”

Shtickler opened his mouth then closed it as quickly as he had opened it.  He fidgeted with the holes of his sweat pants, clearly trying to avoid eye contact.

“Shtickler,” I growled, my tone almost as manly as mum’s.

“Tell you what?”

His voice sounded high almost squeaky. Like a girl, no joke.

Yup, he is so hiding something.

One thing that I truly hate with passion is when people keep secrets from me. It kills me. Plus, it always made me want to know more. Shtickler being a jerk and interrupting was already enough… now he’s hiding something too? Okay, I admit I have secrets too. Like the fact that I may or may have not caused those holes in Shtickler’s sweat pants. Plus also those feelings I have for Alex... I will tell him, one day, I promise.

“Okay,” I smiled. “If you don’t want to tell me, I respect that.”

Shtickler gave me a nervous grin and continued to look out the window.