Cracked Silver

Chapter 4

CRISTAL 

I walk into school, feeling brave. My feet stumble on the floor slightly. Nerves. 
I enter a silent classroom and take a test. 
I do great. 

An hour later and I hand my paper in. I skip out of school and run. When I run, I feel free. 
I had my sports clothes on so I didn't need to change. I ran and ran. Pass my house. Pass neighbourhoods. Soon, I got to that McDonalds that had shut down. My pace slows down and I take a break on a bench on the other side of the road from the restaurant. My lungs ask for more air as I keep on panting. I flick my ponytail out of my face. Then something unexpected. Someone slumped down next to me on the seat. 

'Hello,' he laughed 'What are you doing here?' 

'You again!' I jumped 

'Yep.' he nodded 

'Why are you always here?' 

'Quiet. Comforting. You?' 

'First off, I'm not here all the time. I'm here again because I decided to take a break from a run.' I huffed. 

'Feisty aren't you?' 

'Pardon me?' My eyes pierce at him. 

'Feisty. You.' 

'You're being very rude. You don't know me and I certainly do not like this judgement.' I scowl.

'It's just a simple statement.' He giggled. God, that mouth was gorgeous. 

I laugh sarcastically. 

There was a short silence as I fiddled with my fingers. 

'What's your name?' he asked 

'Cristal.' I mumbled looking away. 

'Nice to meet you, Cristal, I'm Jesse.' 

 'Isn't that a girl's name?' 

'Well, well, well. Now look who's being rude.' he smirked that menacing mouth. 

I shrugged it off. 

'Whatever; at least I don't look weird in the streets at night, going behind buildings with random old women.' I snorted 'Who knows what you both did back there but from my gut feeling, I think she paid you to do something intimate.' 

'Now you're going too far.' he grinned. 'I don't do that. I'm not like that.'  

'I'm afraid the truth hurts, my man.' 

'"my man"?' he quoted. 

I didn' respond. 

'How old are you, Cristal?' 

Sixteen. Say sixteen. 

'Eighteen.' 

Damn it, Cristal! 

'Hm,' he clears his throat 'You seem a bit young for eighteen.' 

'Well, I'm eighteen. If you don't believe it, see if I care.' 

'You're being awfully defensive about your age. Something not true?' 

'Why are you talking to me like you know me?' I grimaced

'Because I don't.' he simpered. 

'Ugh, what is that even supposed to mean?' I got up and walked off. 

'Hey, wait.' he called. 

I looked over my shoulder and see him jogging over. 

'Hm?' 

'To be honest, I'm young too; nineteen. But I have one question for you. Can I see you again?' he giggled. 

I looked at this boy. What exactly was he thinking? I know what I was. Kissing those lips.

'Uh...' I hummed unexpectedly. 

UHHHHHHHHHHH. SHIT WHAT DO I SAY. 

'Sure?' I squeak. 

That mouth sprouted into a perfect smile with that perfect crease. Ohmygodyas. 

'Do you want my number?' what the fuck am I saying? This is a random stranger. 

He nodded. Looking very happy. Shit, he's cute.

We exchanged numbers and said goodbye to each other. 

As I walked home, I thought about him. The thing that came to mind was; 

What the hell did I just do?