Letting Go

Chapter 5

Maybe he's an federal agent or a murder or maybe he's a sociopath and he's just waiting for the right moment to kill me.. which would lead back to him being a murder.

Elson and I were already sitting at a table across from one another in the cafeteria. I can feel his eyes burning into my head, but I'm so lost at the fact that the the only reason he would want to be my friend is because he wants to kill me. It wouldn't be such of a shock to me considering that the whole school would rather see me drown than swim. I would rather drown than swim. Maybe even chain a boulder to my foot so I could reach the lowest of the low and still try to struggle to the surface, even though I know it would be impossible to get my head above water. No would miss me if I were to drown. The longer I live, the more oxygen I end up wasting to survive.

"What are you thinking about Cartier?"

Startled I looked up to see Elson stuffing a handful of curly fries in his mouth then taking a sip from his water bottle. Elson is the only kinda friend figure person, who could also be a murderer, I've made.
So, I don't think he's built a strong enough connection towards me to care if I died. If I were to kill myself tonight, no one care. I'm okay with that.

"Are you having improper thoughts about me?"

Pardon?

Stretching his arms out then them crossing over his chest, Elson gave out a fake yawn and tossed his hair back. "Is it because we're getting close?"

What?

"Are thinking about the way I slammed my hand down in the desk?"

What is he...

"Are thinking about how a real man could take charge? Because, Cartier, if you need a real man to take care of you, you need to get in line."

In...line?

"Look," he began, but I cut him off with a huff and crossing my own arms. There is no way I'm going to let him think that I'm having impure thoughts about him. Mustering up the courage to tell him off, I ended up saying,

"I am not."

Really? That's the best I could do?

Just when I thought he was going to continue with his juvenile thought of I having juvenile thoughts, Elson smiled. A massive smile spread across his lips and his whole entire face glowed. He put his hands to his face and looked at my what seemed to be like in awe. Before he could cover his cheeks, I noticed they turned into a rosy shade and mouth agape. Moving his hands away from my face and on to my cheeks, he smushed me cheeks and laughed.

He's.. touching me. Why is he.. I'm not in pain. He hands are on me. Why isn't he trying to bruise or break me?

"Cartier." Continuing to smush my cheeks together, Elson gazed into my eyes, grinned, and then let my my cheeks go. Finally. "Tomorrow lets have dinner together."

My head automatically tilted to the side, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. When I was about to ask what he meant the bell rang, letting us know that lunch was over. Picking up our trash Elson and I walked towards the trash bin to throw away our stuff.

"Dinner starts at five o'clock. See you soon Cartier." With a smile and a wink, Elson took off to his next class. Leaving me in complete confusion. Dinner?