Avoiding August (ONGOING)

Chapter 9

"You're making a scene."

"As if you never have."

August rolled his eyes.

I frowned; it wasn't my fault that I screeched at every jump scare that popped out of the black. It wasn't my fault that the movie was so scary. It also wasn't my fault that everyone at the theatre kept looking for the source my high-pitched screams.

August seemed all too smug. His face was still ghost white (save for a few places where he had touched his face), and the black eyeliner was now smudged from him rubbing at his eyes. I was now wearing my scarf around my neck, as my window was rolled down and the breeze I was receiving was getting chilly.

The movie had been going for twenty minutes now, as far as I knew. I couldn't check any more because August confiscated my phone for playing 10!10! on our date.

August sighed when I clutched at the edges of my seat. "Just calm down, Quinn." He grinned mischievously. "... You can always hold my hand if you need to."

I scrunched up my nose at him, then turned back to the screen; I didn't want to, but I also didn't want August to witness me being any more of a wimp. This failed when a masked man popped out from around the corner on the screen.

Grappling for comfort, I let out a mix of screams and curses. I squeezed something solid, then realised I had moved over and was gripping tight onto August's arm.

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" I hissed at him, squeezing even harder at his arm. "I can't believe you took me to see a horror movie."

"I wanted to become closer to you." He took a glance at the little space between us. "And it's working, isn't it?"

I turned away from him and looked out the window of my door, away from the screen, my mind set on sulking. Then I started and screamed again, for umpteenth time that night. My back pressed hard against the console painfully. I sensed August tending up.

The man. From the ticket booth. Right outside the open window. Damn it.

"Y-yes?" I asked. My heart was battering against my chest, and I wouldn't be surprised if August could hear it from behind me.

"You are disturbing the theatre with all the noise you're making. Please leave." As he said this, the man curled his fingers around the edge of the window. His palms leaned heavily against the rubber weatherstrip.

"I- okay, we will." I went to wind up the window, but the mans hands remained on the edge of the window. I looked up, and fear speared at my heart.

The man gritted his teeth as his eyes stared at August's face. "You."

"Yes, me." August -a lightning fast blur of motion- clicked my seatbelt securely over my midsection, jammed the car keys into the ignition and stomped at the accelerator.

A curse slipped from my mouth as I watched the angry man in the side view mirror lose his grip on the car and fall to the grass. He made a few frustrated movements, and didn't seem to be intending on giving chase.

My lungs heaved for air as I was pressed back against the dark, leather car seat. My face and neatly-done hair were both blown at by the wind.

"Ohmygod." I wheezed out. The theatre was shrinking by the second behind us.

August, with sweat collecting on his forehead, turned his eyes to me for a split second. He asked, as casually as he possibly could, "Do you want to get something to eat now?"

Well, I was kind of hungry... "Are you sure that man won't track us down or something? He would have seen your number plate." I gnawed at my bottom lip and drew my eyebrows together.