Chapter 2
The drive home is peaceful as I have put myself on auto and am just going through the motions. I refuse to let myself think about the events that happened today at school. The flashback starts, and feel heat rush up my face as I remember how he hovered over me, telling me I owe him a date.
"Look, this is normal. I'll just somehow, coolly, text him that Hunter is coming too. Yeah, that'll do," I say out loud.
Slowly, I convince myself that I was overreacting to Evan and that I can easily just tell him what I did and it'll all slide over smoothly.
Yeah right. My conscience, whom I see as a little me, sneers. I shake my head, scrambling her around until she disappears.
My car, a dark blue Chrysler Jeep Wrangler, wavers and the car behind me honks loudly. I curse and keep my head from lingering again until I've gotten home.
Pulling slowly into the driveway, I park Billy and cut off the engine. I sigh and slump into the soft seat. I fish out my phone and crumpled up paper with Evan's number on it. I stare down at the black numbers on the paper written down so neatly.
Do I really care about this kid? He's human just like the rest of us. I can take him! With renewed confidence, I type his number into my I-phone 5s and almost save it as hot kid... But I blush and just put in Evan. He wasn't that hot. I was just surprised, I tell myself.
Tut tut tut. My little me shakes her head. You shouldn't lie to yourself like that. Who knows? You might have finally found someone who can dominate you. Let yourself fall honey! Fall straight into his arms... She smiles evilly.
What? No way. I reply. He can't dominate me. I WILL win.
But whoever said it was a competition, darling? She turns away, laughing as she goes.
I sigh. I really have to get over the whole talking to myself in my head thing. I glance down at my phone and groan. I'm gonna have to tell him sooner or later, and it would be more embarrassing if I just showed up to his house with Hunter by my side. Plus, it would make me seem weak.
Hey. I invited Hunter to our "date." We'll come by at 5 to set up for the art project.
I hit send, knowing that he'll know it's me. Stuffing my phone and paper back into my pocket, I grab my back-pack from the passenger seat and get out of the car. Once I'm at my front door, I fish around in my backpack for my keys when I hear a ping. I take out my phone and find a text from Evan. Well, that was fast.
Well then, I'll have to do something about that, now won't I.
I read his text over and over again. What is going on in his mind?
That is if you can do anything at all.
I hit send, happy with my answer. That's why it's a challenge. I huff to my mini me, whom I know has retreated to her room in defiance.
Finally, I get the door open and walk into my sweet, sweet home. I head over into the kitchen and grab a pack of Oreos, my favorite snack, and then go upstairs and into my small, cluttered, comfortable room. I throw my bag on the floor and flop onto my bed. I peel open my snack bag and pop an Oreo into my mouth.
What was the art project about again? How I feel when I stare into the sky... But he never said what the sky has to look like. It could be night, or day, or even twilight...
