Pulse

11

"Hey princess, how was your day?" Mike laughs. I shake my head and look away, unable to think of a witty come back or anything besides 'fuck off'.

"Don't call me princess." I say quietly. Mike straightens his composure and looks at me with his perfect brown eyes.
I mean... His REGULAR brown eyes. Not perfect, not handsome, not sexy or adorable or hot. Regular.
He nods and squints at me as if I have tiny words written on my forehead. Or maybe he's trying to read my mind.

"So where were you?" He asks me,with that fucking smirk smeared across his chiseled face. That smirk that makes my heart drop into my stomach.

"The library." I say flatly. I adjust my backpack on my shoulder and look at the ground, feeling uncomfortable under mikes eyes.

Mike stairs at me intently for an awkward amount of time and finally he points towards his truck that's sitting in the school parking lot.

"Come on," he says. "I think I have something that will cheer you up."

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I press my head against the cold window on the passenger side of Mikes truck. Its practically freezing inside his truck and he adjusts the heater as he drives. The seats are made of leather and they have tiny rips in them, but over all I sort of like the truck. It has personality.
I pull my legs up to my chest and breath out slowly, trying to calm my nerves. Mike occasionally looks at me but other then that there's no communication.

"So... Where are we going?" I say quietly.

Mikes smirk returns and he smiles at me mischievously.

"On an adventure." He chuckles. I roll my eyes and continue staring out the window. Part of me wants to scoot a little closer to mike and lean my head on his shoulder, but I'm instantly annoyed by the thought. Especially when the image of Sarah draping her arms around him invades my mind. I wonder if they were ever a couple. I wonder if they were more then friends and thats why she never brought him around the family.
I wonder if they ever kissed.

I look over at mike curiously. His lips are clear of any marks, and they look... Well, perfect. He has a little bit of facial hair, More like stubble and it outlines his face nicely. His jaw looks strong and powerful but his eyes appear innocent and intuitive. Maybe that's why his drawings are so realistic. His eyes are practically made of stone when he is focusing on something, which I think is what makes me uncomfortable.
I wonder why he's so adament about getting to know me. Maybe he wants to know how Sarah actually died, because other then me and really close family, no one really knows.

Sarah had been drinking. Her breath smelled strongly of alcohol and her pupils were so dialataed that her eyes appeared to be completely black.

The jolt of the truck coming to a complete stop pulls me back to reality and I look around to see where we are.

The movie theater.

The parking lot is practically empty besides us and maybe 2 other cars. Mike grins and motions for me to get out. I may as well be frozen with fear.

I'm going to be in the dark.. With mike.. For two Fucking hours.

"Come on," Mike says reassuringly. "There's a new movie out."

I bite my lip and look down, feeling unable to move. Suddenly I don't want to be here, I don't want to be alone with this guy who supposedly knew my sister.
Mike senses my anxiousness and climbs back into the truck. I can't bring myself to look at him.