First Love (David & Liza)

Chapter 35

December 18th, 2015 / Friday

I've never been more excited for the upcomming Winter break my entire life. For the past week I've been lower than the grass, hiding under the topknot of one of David's hoodies with my eyes glued to the ground. I've been avoiding making eye contact with the other students at school or literally anyone who passes me by and it seems like my plan it's working. So far I didn't recieve any death threats, creepy texts and my house wasn't shread into tiny pieces. Basically, I made it through, which makes me utterly happy that I'm still alive. I'm planning to have three peaceful weeks without constantly looking over my shoulder to see if somebody is stalking me and to finally, finally get more than four hours of sleep per night without checking through the windows for a black figure, standing outside my house with bricks in both hands.

By now you may think that I'm frightened, but that's just nonsense. I'm completely terrified. When I'm with David I'm doing my best to hide it, acting all cool and tough, but from the way his hands are constantly in touch with my body, I can tell that I'm not doing a very good job. Fun fact: unlike me, he still has doubts about Amber being the person behind the message torture. If he thinks that a woman who acts like a playfull coquette like she did a week ago isn't enough evidence or that I don't find her presence intimidating, he is clearly out of his mind. Her long legs, perfectly straightened silky hair and completely gorgeous looks are something that could make a beauty pageant queen feel like she's the Hunchback of Nottre-Dame. David made it clear long time ago that his feelings for me are something permanent and strong and I know that I shouldn't get my insecurities rule over me, but right now I can't find the strenght in me to hold them down. However, the real hell comes when I'm alone, which thank God, is not often. My imagination is being way too polite to give me some disturbingly colourful pictures of what may happen when that red-headed coo-coo crazy Satan (hey, don't judge me, that's what David calls her) finally has her filthy claws on me. I still can't forget that look she gave me the only time I met her. Those evil dark blue eyes, full of hatred are still haunting me in my sleep. 

And at this very moment I'm alone in my house, sitting on the sofa in the living room, wrapped up in a warm cocoon of blankets and feeling sleepier than ever. David dropped me after school and went to spend the afternoon with his siblings, but not after he promised to call every hour to check on me. And here I am with a phone in one hand and a remote control in the other, flipping frantically through the TV channels and counting the minutes till he comes back. So imagine what's going in my head as I almost jump to the ceiling when suddenly the door bell rings. Wrapping the blankets even tightier around myself like some kind of shield and with the phone in my hand, I cautiously make my way to the door. You can't believe what enormous wave of relief goes through my body as I look through the peephole to find a familiar smiling face.

"Gabbie!" I sqeak as I open the door and throw myself at her. Perhaps not the best idea given the fact that she's holding a big pizza box in one hand and a grocery plastic bag in the other. Not that I haven't seen her today, but I'm really glad that I'm not going to spend the evening alone.

"Liza, I love you too, but you're suffocating me." She clears her throat dramatically and I take a step back so she can come in. After cutting two slices of  pizza and pouring us some soda, we sit on the sofa, staring at the TV. I know her psychic abilities are working in full speed from the start of the week, but she was so understanding by giving me enough time to collect my thoughts. But I think that her patience is coming to an end by the way she's staring at me, her eyes making a hole at the side of my head right now. It's time to tell her everything that's been upsetting and scaring me.

"So..." This kind of conversation is completely new to me and it's hard to find the right words to begin. "What's going on?" As soon as I say it I realize that's the stupidest thing I've ever said to her.