Just Bad Luck

Chapter 15: Trick or Treat!

After we ate at Art of Tart, Mitch took me home. Such a gentleman. I watched him ride a bus safely home before I return home. I am currently walking in the sidewalk back to our street. Mitch and I watched the sunset while eating at Art of Tart and it felt romantic -- even without the candlelights and fancy dresses and outfits. I made a small smile, nobody was in the streets anyway. Or so I thought.

There was some footsteps behind me. I thought, maybe it's just Mrs. Sanders going home from her day at work. So, I just continue walking. The footsteps seem to be speeding up but they remain light. I begin speeding up to. Brisk walking my way back. Surely the person behind me won't kill me, right? Right?

When I reach a lamp post I finally stop to turn around to look who was behind me. And just as I thought, it was Mrs. Sanders turning a left to walk into her driveway. I let out the breath I was holding in and laugh at myself for panicking. Yes, it was Halloween, but that doesn't mean I'll get killed on the sidewalk. I didn't see any trick-or-treaters yet. Maybe they're still not done at the street before us, the houses there were very many anyways. My mom and I are supposed to hand out the candy to the trick-or-treaters so I should really go back now and help my mom prepa-

"Boo!"

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!" I scream in terror when somebody from behind me held my shoulders and I turn around to see a scary zombie mask in front me that made me stumble back and fall butt-first. I hiss in pain and rub my sore back. The soon-to-be-dead person held out their hand and I gladly took it. The masked person -- which I think is a boy because of his towering height -- pulled me up in one pull. I clean my butt and narrow my eyes at mask boy.

"Hey, mask boy, what was that for?"

"Mask boy?" He laughs and then removes his hideous zombie mask to reveal a smirking David Charles Jameson. "Hey." I gawk at him, because 1.) He looked smokin' and 2.) He didn't look like a zombie. He notices me gawking and chuckles. I quickly regain my composure and fold my arms across my chest.

"Well, David, why did you creep up on me?" I raise my brow at him and I just want to scrub that smirk off his face because it's making my feelings for him return. And I seriously don't want them to come back. I don't want to let him hurt me again. The thought gave a frown to my face.

"I've been waiting for you at your house but your mom told me you went out. So, I decided to creep on you and scare you. And it was damn worth it." He bursts into laughter and I glare at him.

"Why were you waiting for me?" I ask. He motions at his outfit. Then raises his eyebrows at me.

"Halloween. Party. Remember?" He says as if letting me remember when I actually do.

"Who said I was going?" I asked him  smirking. He gives me a questioning look.

"Why are you not going?" His lips curl into a frown.

"Because I don't want to. And I have homework to do." I told him slowly and start walking away. I hear him follow me.

"Oh come on. Give yourself a break from the goddamn school work." I ignore him and keep on walking. I finally walk towards my home and open the door and closed it before he could go in or stuck his foot at the door. Uh-huh, he got door slammed. Suddenly there was some knocking at the door and I exasperately sigh. What part of 'I don't want to go' does he not understand?

"Grace, is that you, dear? Could you please see who's at the door?" My mom shouts fron the kitchen and I whiff the aroma of baked cookies and knew that she was already preparing for the trick-or-treaters. I run a hand through my hair and roughly opened the door. I give David a bored look and he's still frowning.