Counting Down

Chapter 13: GIMME THE MONEY

I smoothen out my shirt in front of the mirror one last time before realizing that Derek knows which building I live in, but not my apartment number. I curse under my breath before throwing on my jacket and saying good bye to my hungover dad which grumbles something back that I don't understand.

Without a doubt, Derek is sitting there in the steps of the not-so-glamourous front entrance of my building, playing candy crush on his phone with his back facing me. I stand there awkwardly not knowing what to do as a stupidly genius idea comes to mind. I let a mishcheivous grin spread across my face.

I point my fingers into a finger gun and approach him quietly attempting to not burst out laughing. I quickly point them at his back making him tense up and stand up raising his arms up in surrender

"DONT TURN AROUND!" I say deepening my voice, nearly allowing a chuckle to escape from my lips "YOU WILL DO EXACTLY WHAT I  TELL YOU TO DO OR ELSE I'LL PULL THIS TRIGGER... PUNK." okay so maybe my gangster voice needs some polishing up... "TAKE OUT YOUR CELL PHONE!"

"But--"

"I SAID TAKE OUT YOUR GODAMN CELL PHONE!" I purse my lips trying so hard not to crack up laughing. Derek takes his iPhone 5S -- rich bitch -- and raises it above his head "NOW ADD A NEW CONTACT AND TYPE IN THIS NUMBER." I say my number twice just to make sure he's got it right. "NOW FOR THE NAME T YPE EXACTLY WHAT I SAY. T-H-E space H-O-T-T-I-E space W-I-T-H space A space M-O-D-E-L'S space B-O-D-Y space A.K.A. space S-K-Y." he freezes and then turns around switfly like a ninja grabbing the wrist of the hand I was making a finger gun with. 

"Holy shit, Sky." he says sighing in relief. And that's when I can't take it any longer. I let out that laughter I've been bottleing up inside of my like a tsunami wave. "That wasn't cool." Derek says obviously embarassed while shoving his hands into his pockets. 

"I'm sorry!" I say clutching my stomach from laughing "Okay, fine I'm not. You should've seen your face!" I erupt into another fit of laughter.

"Come on let's go." he mumbles while pulling my arm. There is a slight crease of his eyebrows but I can't help but notice the faint smile on his face. After I calm down and stop laughing -- which takes a good ten minutes or so -- we walk on the side walks of New York City in silence. In the movies or in most cheesy books this is when the female character starts talking about how comfortable the silence is and how she thinks she may be developing feelings for the guy. She starts imagining scenes of them two kissing and dreams about getting married and stuff. Right now, the silence is incrediably uncomfortable, I'm freezing my ass off, and the only scenarios I'm dreaming of are the other ways I can scare the shit out of Derek.

"No girl has ever given me her number like that." he says breaking the silence. I throw my head back laughing.

"I wouldn't expect them to. I'm a one of a kind!" I say sarcastically in a plasticy girl voice. He chuckles in response

"That you are. I still haven't figured out if thats a good thing or a bad thing..."

"Hey!" I say playfully nudging him.

"Ow!" he says mocking pain "So first you try to mug me and now you are violently abusing me? I expected much more form you, Skylar." I start to laugh until I relaze what he said.

"How do you know my name?" I say my face probably expressing horror. How does he know my name. I don't tell people because as I've said a gazillion times, Skylar is usually a boy's name and I hate it.

"I know Angie, remember?" He says looking straight forward at the path and not at me, gulping that lump in his throat.

"I've been meaning to ask you about that, how exactly do you know Angie?" I say cautiously, sensing that it's a very sensitve subject for him. "Did you two date?"