Real

chapter 5

My mom arrives home with around 4:30 holding both of my sisters by hands, she looks almost happy, her lips catching a small grin.

‘How was your day? ‘I ask her.

‘Good why’? She replies ready to open a debate from second to second.

I don’t fire back because I’m not in the mood for a fight with her. I give her some time to relax and after we eat dinner I tell her about the extra classes.

‘Will he pay for them’- she asks as she brushes her hair, to bride them later for her night sleep.

Yes he will, he even offered to drive me there: I reply so quietly that I can’t even believe my own voice

You’ll walk, if you want to go. – She says with a final tone.

Ok – I say and leave her room to enter mine.

I search the contacts on my phone and text dad.

*When should I start?

For 20 sec he replies

 * Tomorrow afternoon, at 5pm!

I put my phone on night stand and I close the lights before I cover myself with the quilt.

I can listen the sound of the rain dripping down the ledge of the window, so peaceful and quite, it makes me want to sleep forever. My dreams bailed on me, and I wake up an hour early for school.

Read this while you listen at   Sparks Fly - Taylor swift

I leave home 30min early and decide to sit at the coffee shop just around the corner of my school. I call Abbey a numerous of times, but I get no answer. It almost 8 so I walk my way through the street. A black motor parked outside the school catches my eyes and since I’m early, I stop to admire the Honda resting with no power.

'I thought you only stared at me!'

A familiar tune sends shivers through my skin as I turn around to meet his grassy immature eyes. His only wearing a black sweater revealing his hands uncovered.  They were covered in what seemed to me as meaningless tattoos.

‘Well good morning to you too Harry!!!’ I say attempting to take the attention of me.

'Beautiful isn’t it?' He asks, leaving me alone with my stupid salutation.

I don’t make a comment, hoping he feels as neglected as my morning salutation.

He looks at me from head to toe, scrutinizing my face expression guardedly. He moves back and forth and glares at something at my back, making me so nervous.

I lose my patient and shriek at him, not to loud not wanting to cause any scenes.

'What in the world are you doing?'

'I was observing your bottom': he answers naturally, his face expression not changing at all.

I feel my cheeks heat, and I put my sight down regretting that I even asked in first place.

He bursts into laughter and I can’t help but admire his deep voice. His laugh was contagious, and sounded more like an evil cackle than an expression of amusement

'Hop in': He commanded

You’re completely insane, I answer and walk out of the conversation but he surprises me but grabbing my wrist and tugging me close to him, holding me in a place with his big cold hands, down my waist.

'Please just on ride ill bring you back before math': He whispers taking a small part of my hair off my neck.

‘I can’t’ - I answer and try to move, but his to strong causing a fail. He hops in the Honda, and holds out for me a black helmet.