Kiss Me After Sunset (Raw-Unedited-Plot-Holes! I warned you...BEWARE)

5: Hi, My Name Is Dru, Can I Be Your Sometime Love?

C H A P T E R   F I V E: Hi, My Name is Dru, Can I Be Your Sometime Love?

{You should definitely listen to the song right over there ----> you'll understand why later}

You know, I could've accepted anything besides what he gave me and that was a blank stare followed by multiple and rapid eye blinks. He blinked so bad I thought his eyelashes would fall off and dance to the carpet.

Hello?

Embarrassment as hot as the sun, no the volcano, covered my body like magna from head to toe. It started with my fingers, the likes of which had begun to tingle and then it traveled throughout my entire person until I was immobile and I stood there stoic.

“Shit.”

That was the first thing he said. I was hoping for something else that was a little less profane, but beggars can’t be choosers right?

“Rory…I.”

Just that quickly the magna iced over, liquid and viscous elements of red orange and yellow melded into one and with the coolness of those words blown over them like the colds of Antarctica it chilled into a greying sculpture.

“Yes..” I encouraged with a wobbly voice and tired eyes.

I didn’t know what to expect and I sure as hell didn’t know what to feel, but there had to be something there. I felt it, in the air somewhere swirling past trees, past secret lovers hidden in the park and back to us as we stood there staring at each other in the most uncomfortable silence on Earth.

His eyes were so sad and so….regretful, the way he ducked his head, rubbed his neck and squeezed his eyes shut as he fiercely rubbed, well it just about said it all. But I wanted to hear the bitter words fall from his lips, maybe then some sense would be knocked into me and I’d be able to finally leave him alone.

“I never…I never should have done that.”

Yeah I had my answer.

The fact that he wanted to skate around the issue though, that hurt more than his indirect answers and statements. If he wasn’t going to give me a full answer and one that I respected then it was ok, it was done and I was so over it.

I’m one bad ass liar.

To ease the torrent of emotions that I fought against I closed my eyes, bit my lips and smoothed at my hair nervously. He still stumbled for words in front of me, broken English glorified by the Lovely Egyptian Man.

And my heart broke, like beautifully crafted grass against a hard grimy cemented ground. It broke, tiny pieces skittered here and there and then they lay up turned in grime and dirty. How could I fix it….if it was dirty…and broken.

But I had things to do, I had a mother to talk to and I had a father to help. What was I thinking anyway…telling him? Honestly, I should have expected his answer, or his lack of one.

“Its ok you don’t have to answer,” I opened my eyes, dropped my gaze to my sandled feet and absentmindedly felt for the keys in my pocket, one was to my bedroom, another to my house and the big ugly black one was for my black beat up Taurus waiting just outside, “Let’s go.”

“Aurora I…”

“come on, let’s go, I have four classes tomorrow and its already one a.m.”

Whatever he had to say I didn’t want to hear it anymore. I slithered past him with my eyes on my feet, past the cats that stood watching me with eyes just as feral and black rimmed as him. I jiggled the keys in my pocket, wrapped my sweating palms around the doorknob and welcomed in the hot night. His footsteps mirrored mines for a moment, but he stopped while I continued on to my car. Still I could hear his key sliding into the contours of its fitted lock as he secured the door. I walked past his car, a shiny new Honda that he had purchased on Akila’s urging, he’d told me so himself when he pulled up in front of my house one day with it.