Ever doubted the word love? Or thought of it as a mere word with no significance whatsoever in life. Ernestine always was a curious child to start with and had this question popping up every time she sees a couple happy or angry.
Being an only ch...
I look back. No one. I look back. No one. I look back once more, I see no one.
" God. Why's it so hard?" I exasperate, looking at the empty parking lot.
Well, almost empty.
There's still a few lingering cars here and there. Most leaving slowly, taking their time in entering and turning the ignition. The lights flicker awake and the soft rumble comes a tad loud. Before a small puff of clouds is left as a reminder.
A reminder of a recent occupation.
My lips pout. I stand there with a shopping bag. My hand aches. Holding the plastic holders for over an hour, it strains my hand. It cuts my blood, turning my knuckles pale.
I blow a curl away. My feet tap. I sigh in misery, hoping for rain to ruin my day more.
Thunder rumbles in the dark sky.
Great!
I pull up my sleeve and glance at my watch. The hands tucking slowly, yet no one's here to pick me up. No one remembers me. No one remembers my prescence.
I'm practically invisible.
I start pacing. My feet sore for being up too long. My legs burn from running up and down the stairs. My back aches for slouching against counters. My eyes strain from exhaustion and my hand still is numb.
A sudden rumble enters the parking lot. A sleek black convertible bursts in. Rounding the corner, it park's against the curve. Almost bumping itself a spot there.
" About time you show up" I mutter, dropping into my seat and tossing the bags into the back. My grumpy mood only clouding the already suffocating space in the car.
" I'm sorry sweetheart. My meeting took longer than it should've" He says. The music is muted. I roll my eyes.
" Whatever dad. You came. Its all that matters" I cross my arms. I slouch back in my seat. My fingers play with the knob and I turn on the music.
" Right" he pulls out. Turning the car, he begins to drive.
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" Don't look. Don't look. Don't look"
" Don't stare. Don't stare. Don't stare"
" Don't listen. Don't listen. Don't listen"
I pace around the concrete. My jumbled mind ranting and my eyes lose focus of the view. My heart patters and my hands sweat.
" and you brought it in..." an awkward pause, " ...good job sweetheart"
A few seconds of silence before I hear heavy breathing. I try hard not to gag. My lack of respect lowering more with every second. The man has no self-conscious.
Or modesty.
I ducks under a heavy set of bushes. My choice of clothing not helping. My long cardigan being the main reason. A little space between the leaves act as a peephole. The perfect place to view the couple. More like affair. My phone feeling heavy in my hand and my finger itches to click the button for record.
Again, I wasn't prepared for this.
" Now that the transaction is settled. Why don't I settle my business with you and treat you with a nice dinner?" his sly voice coming off husky and desperate. The sleek monkey has no shame.
" I'd love to" the ginger says, wrapping a toned arm around his neck. Her smooth hair tossled slightly by a light breeze.
The little tramp is gorgeous, I give her that.
" Then after you, my lady" he kisses her, pushing a red strand behind her ear. The act almost sweet if he weren't such a douche.
Her ample cheeks turn the lightest tiny of red. A lovely his to match her naturally pale face. Her glasses lower and she fixes them.
She seems like an innocent dove but she's a rotten apple in the core.
" Alright. Off we go, Mrs. Stiefvater" he wraps an arm around her waist and they set off. Casually walking down a hidden pathway to his car.
" I sure hope so, Mr. Kingsley"
Ill never see her the same anymore. Goodbye music classes, hello art room.
Hope I don't bump into her Monday morning when I get a schedule change.
But I also hope not bump into him either before the meeting with my mom.
His son better not be as douchy as him. A cheater and a liar.
My phone pings and I glance at it.
' You up yet?' ~ Nathan
TO BE CONTINUED. . .
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I know. Its a tad short. But do not fret, it adds suspense for the next chapter that'll be up *hopefully* soon. Just cross your fingers and believe so *wink*
