Chap. 6-So sick of Love Songs

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"Drop me off Here” I heard myself saying. I was sweating all over by now. During the few minute's I was sitting in that car seat things have gotten immensely hot and humid. It was like a heat wave hit in here.

Apollyon drifted to the next lane. He chuckled when he saw my destination but then flashed me another glace of pearly whites. "You like to read?"His tone was seductive.I had to turn away.Having his 100-watt stare at me was too much.

"Yes," I said embarrassed. I covered my rising blush with my fingers. "I love Mystery and romance."

"I'll give you a mystery, “He parked the car and turned off the radio. Then, he dropped his tone to a low and dreamy whisper. "What am I thinking of, right now?"

"I don't know. I'm not psychic."I squeaked nervously as Apollyon leaned towards me. The glass window fogged up. It's getting really hot in here.

"It doesn’t take a psychic  to guess what I'm thinking...," I panicked on the inside as Apollyon drew closer. He sustained with his low whisper."I'm thinking about how so badly I want to kiss you right now."

Okay...don't panick...stay calm penelope...OMG!OMFG!OH MY GOD!

"But, we barley even talked!" My voice hit a high note. "We haven't got to know each other."

"I feel like I've known you forever."He cooed. He was so close he might as well have been on top of me. "Super girl," He echoed.

Okay, I can't handle this kind of physical interaction. I have never been kissed. In my whole life. This has never happened to me. I didn't know what to do so I...bolted.

I know, right? I am so pathetic. It was the first time I ever had the chance to make out with someone(And that someone was Apollyon Luna for god's sakes!)...and I blew it. And it wasn't that I didn’t want to make-out with him.

What is wrong with me? 

"Um, thanks for the ride! Bye-bye!"I squeaked and blocked my lips with the backside of my palm. I unbuckled my seat belt, crawled out and ran forwards the entrance. "See you in school, “I waved to him as he drove away with a mystified look on his face.

I still beat myself up for that...even to this day.

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 She never came.

It was thirty minutes past 6:00 but I couldn’t spot her anywhere. Wow…I should have known he was pulling a prank on me and I fell for it. Yet, I couldn’t suppose it. See seemed so scared…it all looked so real…never mind.I was about to leave when I spotted a familiar face in the crowd.

No it wasn’t heather if you were wondering.

Instead I was surprised to find someone else. The last person I had expected to see at a library. Thats right folks. I couldn’t even believe my own eyes. A puff of brown hair stuck out from one of the individual closed desks. I blinked just to make sure I’m not seeing things like I did earlier.

Samel Romano’s had his face dug into a book just a few shelves away. I couldn’t see very clearly what he’s doing but I suspect he’s sleeping or something because there is no way he’s actually reading that book. People like Samel don’t read books…it’s just so unbelievable. People like Romano spend all their time socializing in their perfect little circle of friends or volunteer near the community center or do anything that looks good on their college applications.

But, still…he was there. Sitting all alone. In the library and he had his head stuck in a book. And he hasn’t said a word. Not even once. Where is all that cheerfulness I usually see? Where is all the motivation? Is he a robot or something and if that’s true what has he done to the real Samel?

I angled my head just a little so I could see which book he was reading .The words focused in. I saw An A…Hmm…tl…omg!He’s reading the atlas! You can’t read the atlas?

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