When It Happens

Chapter Seven

I haven't updated in so long and I'm so sorry! But I finally did! School has beene eating me alive, I swear. 

Anyway, I've decided to do a little "What songs I listen to when I write each chapter." I know alot of authors do this, so I'm joining the bandwagon yay. 

So for this chapter I listened to: 

I Want Crazy - Hunter Hayes

Through the Dark - One Direction 

Dakota - A Rocket to the Moon

Chapter Seven

She was so adorable, that it was funny. He had giggled like a preschooler when she said that he was a friggin’ poet. Who calls people that? Now she had walked out the door. He took a deep breath, stabilizing his chuckles, and ran after her.

“Hey, hey, wait up, Lylah,” damn, she was a fast walker. He jogged to catch up with her. She had a disgruntled, pissed off look on her face.

“What do you want, Daniels?” she didn’t even look at him, she just walked faster. Crap. He messed up, really, really bad.

“Look, I’m sorry for laughing, I just—“

“You just?” she stopped and looked at him dead in the eye, “Just what? Decided that it was funny that you’re messing with me?”

He gave her a serious look, “I’m not messing with you.”

But she ranted on, “I know how you work, Daniels. How your gang works. Get a girl, humiliate them to no end, and then dump them the next day. Well, news flash, I’m not falling for it. So leave me alone,” her fierceness came from nowhere, and he took a step back. He didn’t think that someone who seemed so reserved could snap at him like that.

“Lylah, that’s not my intention, really it’s not—“

She interrupted him again by walking away. Once more, he jogged after her, trying to explain himself, “Lylah, will you stop and just listen to me—“

She stopped again, but this time, she only said one line, “Didn’t you hear me, Cory? I said, leave. Me. Alone.” Then for the nth time that day, she walked away from him. But this time, he didn’t run after her.

“Will you tie my hair, Cory?” the brunette child stood at his doorway, and Cory looked up from the book he was reading. He smiled when he saw his sister, got up from his bed and walked over to her. Considering that she was just ten-years-old, she was far from his 6’2 height, so he knelt down and took her thin hair in his hands.

“Braids, or ponytail?” he asked, not caring how girly he sounded.

“Braids.”

He hummed Claire’s favorite song, some kid song that she had playing constantly, while he worked on her hair. When he was finished, he leaned back to admire his work.  Damn, he was good. He should totally consider being a hairstylist if college doesn’t work out.

“All done,” he remarked.

“Thanks big brother!” Claire turned around and gave him a big hug, which he returned. She exited his room, and he checked the time. 7:55. He had to leave now if he wanted to make it to school on time. And he wanted to be on time. Part of him said that he wanted to be on time because he had already been late four times in the past two weeks, but another part of him argued that it was because he wanted to see Wristband Girl.

Yes, Lylah. He thought about her walking back home, how she had first snapped at him, how she casually explained her illness, how she blushed when he knelt down in front of her, how she so effortlessly smiled at that waiter boy, and how angry she looked when she left him. He still didn’t know what exactly he did wrong, but he knew it was because she thought he was playing some mind trick on her. To be honest, there was none. He wished that there were, so that he’d feel guilty and have a chance to apologize and talk to her again, but she had told him to leave her alone.