Please, Don't Strike

Chapter 4

We had decided to meet at my locker so he could take me to his car. It took forever for him to get to me, even though he knew where my locker was.

"Hey Wynne," I heard his delicious voice directly after his heavy presence gave away his annoucement of arrival.

"Hello Quint."

"No, please don't call me that."

"Why?"

"I told you, I hate it. It is stupid and girly and I don't want others to call me that."

There we go with the others "Others?"

"People other than you and... my family"

I hadn't realized that were so close after only a day together. You and my family. He said family like... they weren't his. Did he have parents? Gaurdians? Was he like me?

"Okay," Was all I responded with. We walked to his car, nothing important. Just a regular dark green, window less, door less, roofless Jeep. I wasn't really suprised he had one of these, comparing to his look. His look, by the way, was all black.

We drove silently to his house. It was chilly, and the wind wasn't helping. I started rubbing my arms to try and keep warm.

"Wait, here." He said as he reached to the backseat and threw me a fuzzy, warm (Black) blanket. "I keep one in here, just in case it gets really cold. I can usually fight the cold, though."

"Cool," I said as I threw the fuzzy blanket on top of both of us. It was huge, did I mention?

"Oh...okay..." He said he wasn't cold, but I had put it on him anyways. It was a long drive, so I was glad to have what body warmth was left after most of it had gone. The drive was an easy forty minutes to get there. We picked up Chinese food on the way there because I was working until nine-thirty.

"You really work until nine-thirty?" Quint said after picking up the food.

"Yes, really. I am saving for a new car," Which wasn't a total lie. Yes, I wanted a new car, but I had house bills to pay. I have been working extra hours to buy the house, so I can forget about one more bill each month.

We drove into his driveway, and I got to look at the house. It was nothing special, just an ordinary one story house with a basement.

"Here we are. Small but nice."

I was cold, so I almost ran inside. When I entered, I felt a weird weight fall off my shoulders. Almost as if life was back to normal. As if I was... happy. It felt like i could breath easier. I stopped dead in my tracks in the front doorway, until I felt a warm hand on my back. I started walking inside and felt another weird feeling. I felt a weird stirring in my chest, as if I were a cauldron waiting to be poured into a glass bottle. It was a nice feeling, that one.

I sat on one of the couches in the room. It was really warm and fuzzy. The room was dark, only being lit by a fireplace. It was starting to get dark, because of daylight savings time and it was about to rain.

"Do you want a drink, any food?" Quint asked

"Coffee, please."

"Okay," He said

It was quiet, but a good quiet. We talked about many things; Favorite bands, vacations, future. I had heard a few drops of rain when Quint started acting weird.

"We need to go. Now"

"Why, I don't work until 5, it is only about 4."

"You just need to, okay?"

"Okay..."

He drove to my house really fast. It would have taken 20 minites to reach my house if he had gone at a reasonable pace. But we got there under 10, the time being almost 4:15.

He had walked me to my door and stood there, looking at me. He wrapped his arms around me and held his grip tight. I, of course, hugged him back.

"I will miss you."

"What do you mean?"

He squezzed me one last time and pulled back "I will miss you, tonight. I won't get to see you." He smiled a sad smile, a fake one. He patted my shoulder and walked away.

"Bye," I called

He stuck his head out the roof, yelling, "Goodbye, Wynne Gyri!"

"Miss you," I whispered to myself as he drove off.

The last glimpse I got of him that day was him smiling as he sped off.

***AN***

Heya! Another chapter, eh?

So I figured I would 'expose' Quint alittle more here. I want to inform you that he is NOT normal. Stay tuned!

Peace and rainy days,

-Livi