Suicide Prevention

Chapter 5: Guessing Names

Mike's POV

It was time for me to go to this stupid ass library thing. My dad had to force me into it. I said goodbye to my sister and gave her a kiss on the cheek before I left the house. Ten miuntes later I walked into the library to see a person that I never expected to see. It was the pretty Mexican that I saved from that fucking car. She stood next to the historical book shelf with a smile on her face. That took me off guard. She was just trying to step in front of a moving car now she was smiling? I walked over to her.

"What the hell?" I asked.

She was surprised to see me. I could see it all in her lovely face. My body became a bit hot looking at her. I quickly turned away. "I thought you were depressed. Why the fuck do you have some smile on your face?"

She was clearly taken aback. "Excuse you. You are being so rude. What is your problem?"

"My problem is that suicide is not nothing to fuck around with. You could have killed us both. And I am sure what is going on in your life is not that drastic!"

She dropped her backpack and luchbag. Ooops. "You do not know what the hell is going on in my life?"

I smiled. "You might want to lower your voice-we are in a place of study you know." She was even more pretty when she was mad. "What is your name?"

She frowned. "None of you business." She did the hole point the finger in my face thing. "Yuck. Get away from me."

I walked closer to her and I could hear her breath picking up. "What is your name?"

She ignored me. I held my hands up in defeat. "Okay i'll guess."

She turned that upper lip up and looked the other way.

"Maria?" she shook her head. "Mariah?" She shook her head again. Fuck me I was out of Mexican girl names.

"Are you done yet?"

I flashed her a brilliant smiled. "We have until six to be together. Trust me. I am just getting started."