Infinitely

iv

"Wyatt get down here!" Bellowed Mrs. Forbes from downstairs.

"What mum?" Wyatt's voice replied from his room.

"I said come downstairs, Wy."
I heard the closing of his door and the heavy steps down the marble stairs.

Mrs. Forbes turned to me and pushed one of her browned orange curls out of her face. "Thank you dear for tonight, Daisy seems to love having you around."

I smiled back and adjusted my jacket, "thank you, she's great."

"Have a great Sunday, and I'll see you on Wednesday, I have an important dinner with some important women." She laughed to herself and continued,"bring all your homework too, I don't want you abandoning your grades." Mrs. Forbes turned back to the stairs and faced her son, "Wyatt, your ready?"

"I was born ready, mum." He saluted her and finished tying his left shoe.

"Hurry up, Wyatt it's late." She huffed at him and with a last smile headed upstairs.

I held the door open and was ready to step foot outside until the weight was lifted off me and Wyatt gestured for me to walk. I smiled thankfully at him and made my way to the car.

"So where do you live?" He asked me, fishing for the keys in his pockets.

"Stalker much?" I replied, pulling on the door and realizing it wasn't unlocked yet.

"Considering the fact that I'm driving you home." He leaned into the roof of the car and smiled.

"I really don't want to trouble you, you can just drop me off around the corner." It was hard to look into his eyes but I could feel him staring into mine.

"I'm not one to leave girls on the streets at night."  He clicked the button and swung open the door, sliding into the seat effortlessly.

I followed but found it difficult to do so gracefully - nearly hitting my head on the roof and getting my foot stuck. Wyatt was chuckling as he roared up the engine and backed out of the driveway. The streetlight glowed onto his face and his brown eyes glowed back. The smile never seemed to leave his face, even though creepy - it was oddly endearing.

"So where we going?"

"Second left." I mumbled and stared straight ahead.

The silence was eating away at me and was filled with nothing but the sound of the engine and quiet radio static.

"You didn't happen to come by the party last night?" He suddenly burst out and startled me the slightest bit.

"Sorry?" I replied, not actually catching anything he said.

"The party I told you about, did you happen to go there?"

"Right after the traffic light -" I began, "I walked past it, yeah."

"Did you see me going anywhere, with anyone?"  He slowly added the last phrase.

If I say yes. I will share something with him. A memory, a nice gesture, something to tie our existences together. Did I want that?
No.

"No I didn't see you, sorry." I lied and felt incredibly guilty doing so. My heart raced and my palms began to sweat. What if he knows I'm lying? He probably knows. I'm such a bad person for doing this.

His brows furrowed and he licked his lips. I don't think I've ever felt so small and pathetic in my entire life, actually, I have.