Poison- H.S

six

            

Songs of the chapter:

Fire- Barns Courtney

Bright Lights- Gary Clark Jr.

"Three? No, I think it was...Four?" He asks.

"Wh-what?" I search his face for some sort of sign that he's joking. Why is Four here?

"Yeah, I think it was Four. Wait, maybe it was six. Now I'm not really sure," He shakes his head, unsure of himself.

I sit up all the way now, fully awake, remembering last night. He told me he would pick me up, at seven. I check my phone for the time again, its 7:09. A sigh comes out of my mouth as my dad watches my confusion. I didn't think he was serious last night when he asked me to go out with him.

"So, is this like a first date? Should I go interrogate him? Who is he anyways?" He asks, starting to get a little suspicious.

"No, I'm not going obviously. And even if I did, I would not be a date," I say getting up. I leave my dad in my room and walk out to the top of the stairs.

Four is standing by the door, dressed in his usual black attire. A navy blue bandana pushes the hair on his face back. He looks up at me as I stare at him, still shocked. He seems almost surprised to see how surprised I am.

"Hi, uh- what are you doing here?" I ask, trying to talk quietly just in case dad is eavesdropping.

"I'm taking you out tonight, remember? I told you I'd be here around seven," He asks as he chews what I assume is gum.

"Oh, well I thought I remember telling you that you don't know where I live." I question.

"Oh, well I thought I remember telling you that it's a small town," he mimics me and I almost laugh...almost. "You can find out a lot about a person in this town."

"Hmm, is that so? Well usually two people have to agree for this kind of event to happen. It's not a one-man decision," I say, holding back a small smile I feel trying to fight its way on to my face.

"Event? You sound like a PTA mom trying to plan a school carnival," he says and I hear my dad cackling from my door. "Plus, it's not an event, it's just two people hanging out and getting to know each other."

He smiles but it's not a friendly one, rather a smirk and it doesn't quite meet his eyes. He's taunting me. It's a trap. I shouldn't go, do I even want to get to know him? I really shouldn't go, but there a small fraction of curiosity linked up in my brain that actually wants to go. I stare at him standing at the bottom of the stairs, about fifteen stairs below, looking up at me. His dark eyes remain calm, glaring at me.

"Fine, I'll go," I say. "But on one condition."

"And what's that?" He asks.

"Nothing scary."

"What kind of a person do you think I am?" He pretends to act shocked.

"Not sure, which is why I stand by my one condition."

"Fine. I'll wait while you get changed," He says as his eyes move up and down my body.

I look down at what I'm wearing, a giant T-shirt with a hole near the hem and nothing else. I quickly cover my chest with my arms and turn around, walking back into my room.

Dad exits my room as I walk in. "I guess I'll go 'get to know' the guy," he says as he heads towards the stairs.

"You do that, make sure you really grill him, make sure he's okay for me to hang out with," I say and shut my door. Maybe if my dad interrogates him, he can scare him off. I don't really need a Four in my life right now.