Now That I Know The Truth, You're Not Real

Now That I Know The Truth, You're Not Real Chapter 5

Chapter 5

A/N: incase you didn't know,

 IT IS SUMMER 2008

Once our eyes met, Avory pushed himself off the column he’d been leaning on and approached me. “There’s something different about you.” The way he said it was a mixture of condescending-ness, and intrigue. 

“My name Is Kitana, please don’t crack a joke. And, no you may not call me Kitty Kat.” I sneered at him. Wow he is rude, just rude. That name was Ansis’ nickname for me and I barely liked it. Futhermore, I barely knew this guy; no way in hell was I about to let him call me Kitty Kat.

“If you insist but let me tell you that it suits you very well,” he said smirking. How the hell does it suit me, ass wipe! I was a little weirded out by the fact I felt like he was practically stalking me, and then bombarding me with idiotic questions.

“Yeah, well I don’t like it and nothing’s different about me-”

“Oh I see,” he said interrupting me. “It was that guy that’s making you different. I don’t know what it is but I’ll just have to find out,” he said, flashing a debonair smile. What the hell was he talking about ‘just have to find out’? I was starting not to like him more and more, and yet I still hadn’t left the scene.

“You don’t even know me,” I said rolling my eyes and turning towards my car again, deciding to listen to my instinct and leave like I knew I should.

“So give me a chance. Don’t worry, I won’t take advantage and if that boy comes back I’ll just lie and tell him your taken . . . by me of course.” Avory flashed another smile while pulling on the collar of the tuxedo he was wearing and stood taller, with pride showing through.

I stopped for a moment, in shock that he saw me like that, but resumed walking to my car. That’s what all his mumbo jumbo was about, because he just wanted to get to know me? Well what the hell, couldn’t he just ask me out from the beginning, or was this just the way he got girls by making them feel the need to show him that they were in fact different than he perceived them to be. Whatever his motive, if it was that, it was a damn good tactic. But I wasn’t taking the bait. “That won’t be necessary. I think we just got back together.”

“Not the way I saw it,” I stopped again and looked at him. “Besides, I just want to be your friend. No harm in that, besides you let me stay in your house with no questions asked. So let me make it up to you, for the rest of all next week-7 days- I will take you out to dinner, and treat you right. I’ll pick you up around 7:30-8 o’clock, now that I’ve got my bearings.” He radiated confidence but I felt it dwindle the longer I didn’t answer him.

He seemed to really want to go out on a date, or something. But, he was just having a hard time projecting his feelings and thoughts. It’s sad whenever a hot guy lacked confidence. He was literally putting himself into the deep hole that was the guy friend hole (this hole is also a zone J). If this poor boy didn’t watch where he was treading he would end up in the friend zone with every girl he met.

I closed my eyes and sighed, “Look you don’t-”

“I insist, now stop arguing because I’ve already made up my mind.” Well I take that back, cocky bastard, already made reservations or whatever. I guess he doesn’t take no for an answer. I warred with myself on whether or not I should oblige him. But in the end I came to the conclusion that if I could allow him into my home while I slept, then I should at least let him take me out, as repayment.

I walked around the hood, unlocked the door and opened it. “Alright, fine, tomorrow. I’ll be ready and waiting.” I said before getting into my car and driving away. There was no need for exchanging numbers or anything, because I had no doubt that he knew where my house was.