When He Noticed Me

Chapter 9

Wait!" I squeal, running back over to Dylan. "I have to go back home with Devyn. But I may have found who your Mum is looking for." I whisper.

"What?" Dylan practically hollers in my face.

"I found your people. You know, the ones you need to kill. Because it's your job." I say, like he's stupid.

He scowls.

"When? Why didn't you take me with you when you decided to go look for them?" He demands.

"I didn't go to them, they came to me. I was called out of Arts to meet with the senior board, you know for um, Student Body Council Stuff," I bluffed, "And there they were."

"Who?" Dylan demanded once more.

"That young, mysterious, new teacher. I think he teaches AP Russian, I'm not su-"

"Mr. Tyler Sheckveno." Dylan supplies.

"Thank you. And... Mrs. Marinacitt." I sigh.

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. I nod, agreeing with his sentiment. My phone buzzes with a reminder to pick up Katherine, so I bid Dylan good day and hustle across the parking lot to the all black Aston Martin. I was lost in thought shortly, when the car blinked, snapping me out of my stupor.

"Admiring my beautiful girl?" He inquires cheekily.

"Erm, you know what? I was actually just asking myself if maybe you're one of those guys who obsess over their car or cars, and love them more than their own mothers." I spiel. 

Oops, I did not just say that. I mentally admonish myself for letting my mouth work so far ahead of my brain. 

Dad always used to laugh when I said something that clearly wasn't thought out properly. Thinking about my Dad made my heart twist, as if someone were attempting to wring all of the blood out with the grip of a vice. 

I'd never be able to see that lopsided grin again... And it was all my fault...

"Eveleah whatever-the-fuck-your-last-name-is, are you even listening to me?!" Devyn says, clapping his hands by my ear.

I blinked a few times as Devyn's face came into focus and felt my cheeks burning up. It seems he'd been talking the past few seconds.

"My car looks like this because it's brand new- that's why it's so beautiful. I know you don't seriously think I would love an object more than my birth-giver, though!" He exclaims theatrically, while opening the passenger side door.

I cracked a small grin. Perhaps some part of him was a gentlemen who rightfully respected his family and friends. That may have earned him a point or two in my book.

I absolutely despised guys who bad-mouthed people because they thought it made them somehow 'cooler'.

I smiled and sat down in the seat, pulling the buckle over my chest and waist. 

"That's one of the rare times you've called me by my name!" I say, giggling.

"Oh, my mistake, sunshine." Devyn replies.

"Ew, there it is again." I complain. "Why do you do that?"

"Well, for one, it annoys you. Two, it's funny. Three, it annoys you, and four... um, oh! It annoys you." He smirks as I roll my eyes. "But I'll keep trying until I find one that sticks, Pooh Bear."

I wrinkle my nose.

"I don't think any of your names will stick. Isn't 'Pooh Bear' the name that Warner gave Elle in Legally Blonde?" I ask, with a suggestive look.

"My mother was watching it! I just happened to be in the room. It's not like I actually care about a girl who goes from Malibu to Harvard chasing her ex-boyfriend an-"

"OH MY GOD, YOU WATCH CHICK FLICKS!" I scream.

His face pales at his slip, and begins to flush a faded pink.

"Sometimes they're funny to watch!"He defends himself hotly and guns the engine.

We're driving along as I continue poking fun at him.

"I didn't know you were this passionate about this movie. Maybe I should-"

"Not. Another. Word!" He growls, jerking the car to the side of the road and clicking his seatbelt off.

In a fluid movement he had twisted in his seat and was supporting his body weight with one hand on the chair next to my neck and his other arm pushing against to window of my side. His face was hovering over mine, a predatory look in his eyes that made me shiver with a pleasant feeling.

He leaned forward by a millimeter, before suddenly sitting back in his seat, putting on his belt and swerving back into the flow of traffic. My heart beat wildly in my chest, thinking about the fact we were close enough I could've counted every fleck of green in the background of his beautiful golden hazel eyes.

"U-uh, left here, please!" I say, about a block from my street.

"Sure..?" He says slowly.

"I've got to pick up my little sister from kindergarten." I explain.

He nods, humming as he makes the turn.

Our conversation trailed from nicknames, to baby names, to wedding day preferences, to dresses, general clothing, body types and suddenly tattoos- the topic that almost got me killed.

"Well, like- the type of clothing you and I prefer to wear in comparison to the general body of humans our age wouldn't always flow that easily. Yes, if they really wanted to dress as we do they absolutely could, but that doesn't mean it'd fit their body type. Like some people are self-conscious about their wait or exposing skin or tattoos they might not like and stuff like that."

"Definitely an interesting take, but faulty nonetheless. I, along with others, could simply never have that problem with our tattoos." I muse, thoughtfully.

Devyn slams on the brakes causing my seatbelt to tighten and for me to lurch forward. His arm flashed out and held me just under the collar bone, aiding me in staying back.

"My bad..." He says sheepishly as I glare at him through the hair in my face.

I huff and turn away, noticing we're right outside of the kindergarten anyways. The children had already been released, like a deluge of small bobbing heads. I could easily spot the sparkly silver bow my sister had wrapped around her high ponytail.

"But... you have a tattoo?" Devyn asked, scanning my exposed skin so as to catch sight of my inking.

"Uh, maybe?" I throw off the seatbelt, shoulder my bag, and open the door, sticking a foot out.

"Will you show it to me?" He asks smoothly, and I throw my head back with a laugh as I pull myself out of the car.

Once I'm completely out, I crouch down a bit towards his level.

"It's not particularly interesting." I explain. "Thanks for the ride!" I yell, shutting the door and heading off towards Rin's bobbing head.