Average in hopes

Dude... she's a freak

Hey another chapter here :)

After waiting at school for almost two hours, to search for my lost P.E uniform, I proceeded to walk home. Walking home was infact one of the most horrible parts of my day. I would walk along the busy streets, were quite a few of the students passed through and then reach Mirtis Park. Mirtis Park was the stereotypical park- with dark foliage, no sign of human life and the creepiest noises all night through. And of course knowing that Mirtis means death in Lithuanian didn’t help matters. Also, it is in this park that Macy was found dead. Macy was a quiet one. Her mousy brown hair, thick black glasses and baggy clothes gave the impression of a mouse. She wasn’t hated by anybody but didn’t socialize much. I still remember the day when I finally had a conversation with her and after say about one hour later, her body was found in the park. Till this day the blood stains remain engraved in the pavement, as a reminder of her death. And of course I have to pass the stains every day. Every. Single. Day.

I shuddered and prayed as I entered the darkness of the park. Holding my mobile in one hand and clenching my fist in another, I quickly, yet cautiously creeped through the park. I had another 5 minutes to go till I reached the gates of the park. Birds tweeted happily as I glared at them. Ofcourse if a murderer comes they could just fly off… but what about me! I wish I could fly… I sighed. Soon I saw the rusty brown gates signaling the end of the park. Phew! The 500 metres of pure, scariness had passed.

I strolled through the streets, relaxing my grip on my mobile as I approached my house. By now it was dark. Stupid P.E clothes- shouldn’t have stayed back at school so late! I was about 4 blocks away from my house when I felt something tap my shoulder. “AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!” I shrieked and turned around and punched the rapist, or whatever it was in the face. “WHAT THE HECK AIRIE!” I heard a familiar voice from the well-built shadow.

“NATE?!” I called out surprised.

“Nah duh” came Nate’s unmistakable rich voice. I pulled him into the dim streetlights and looked at him. Nate’s unmistakable green eyes peered back at me. I took in his school clothes, disheveled hair and bloodied nose. Wow! I could land quite a punch! “I’m sorry… I just I ju-” I tried to speak and broke off into snorting giggles.

“What the hell. Why are you laughing?” he thundered. I quickly stopped laughing and smiled at him, trying to hold back a fresh burst of giggles.

“Doesn’t matter! Uh- come with me I’ll fix your uh that” I murmured gesturing at the bloody mess on his face. “Dude its fine! I’m sure I can manage!” he mumbled as a fresh trickle of bloody ran out of his nose. “No! No I insist! Well I kind of feel bad about breaking your nose…” I muttered, smiling.

“ It’s not broken! Geez I can handle it! Oh and you feel ‘kinda’ feel bad? Far out you just punched me in the face- you should be begging for my mercy! But, shit… fine I might as well come to your house with you. I’m kind of locked out of my house.” He mumbled as he smiled sheepishly.

I quickly led the way to my house and opened the door. Making him sit down in the comfy, white living room couches I instructed him to lean his head forwards and pinch his nose. Going into the kitchen I grabbed the first aid kit and went back to the living room. Nate was sitting there observing his surroundings, with a smirk playing on his luscious, pink, soft... Airie! Snap out of it! I thought to myself. "Nate... " I said softly. Bringing over the first aid kit I carefully opened it.

"Uh do you want me to help you to clean up your nose?" I mumbled, shyness overtaking me. Afterall this guy was the school's soon to be most popular guy- he was dating Ciara! Ugh even thinking up the name 'Ciara' brought bile in my throat. She would so kill me if she knew he was in my house, I thought, internally chuckling. "Nah! Dude I think I can manage." he grumbled. I silently placed the open first aid box next to him and tentatively sat on the opposite couch, facing him. "So where are your parents?" he questioned, in a low, deep voice, sending a slight shiver through my spine.