A Time for Life

Chapter Eight

CHAPTER EIGHT

Alyssa's point of view

I couldn't believe it! Who the hell does he think he is? Showing up here like that?

I directed myself to the direction of the bathrooms, where I saw Perla walk to. The small hallway that lead down to the bathroom's were stained and chipped, and the oh, so pleasant fragment of uncleaned toilets. Everything was dark and the one light that worked was so dim, it cast odd shadows along the walls and tiled floors. In seconds I reached the end to the two bathroom doors, one holding a female figure and the other a male. I basically slammed the faded pink door, of the girls bathroom, open. Inside I saw my hopeless best friend.

My blood was boiling hot through my veins, sending a wave of red to heat my cheeks. "You alright?" I heard Perla's voice echo through the enclosed walls of the McDonald's bathrooms.

As soon as I saw her I began calming myself down, breathing in and out slowly. I chuckled to ease the anger, "that's what I came here to ask you."

Perla flushed, and smiled sheepishly at me, "yeah, I'm okay, I just can't believe I made such a mess of myself out there."

I couldn't help but laugh. Perla was a wretched mess when she wanted to be. She lay defensiveness, with her back to the wall and her legs spread out in front of her. Her hair was still a mess from the attempted run, as well as the smudged, slightly wet, make up that sat on her face. "You think washing your face would help?" My laughter became louder, filling in the empty silence of the bathroom, "have you seen your make up?"

She mocked an offended look but I knew her too well to know she was kidding. "You're useless." I said, walking closer to her and holding out my hand to help her get up from the, not-so-clean floor of the toilet.

"And you're a bitch." She took my hand nevertheless, and I helped her up. She brushed her self down as if cleansing the dirt from her body, but in these bathrooms you would need a good twenty minute shower to wash any of that off.

"I know." Together, we connected arms and I led the beautiful disaster out of the bathroom stalls. Me and Perla walked past the table we sat on. I looked longingly at my half drunken coke, but without a second glance I walked away. "At least he's gone now right? I told him to piss off so hopefully you won't have to show your face to him again, right?" Although just when I said that, of course, I heard the familiar sound of hell.

"Well thank God for that." The two of us turned our faces, in surprise of the sudden voice. Zack stood behind us, a drink, of what I assumed Coke, in his hand.

"Oh, fantastic. What do you want now?" Sarcasm leaked through my rhetorical question. I saw Perla flush slightly, so I dragged his attention to me. "Come to harass us again?" I said, my eyes narrowed while I untangled my arms with Perla's and crossed mine over my chest.

"No, just you." My eyes widen slightly but trying to remain calm I bite the inside of my cheek. Each time he spoke, I noticed he kept creeping an inch closer to us.

"You're a dick," Perla spoke up, now clearly offended. Perla was often getting the boys attention with her confidence. I was usually her back up for these sort of situations, her wing-woman one would say, "and you need to stay the hell away from my friend." In sync the two of us gave him a deathly glare.

To my surprise he didn't react, in fact, very little expression covered his face, if anything he seemed amused, happy to being insulted by us. "I know, but, Ali, hear me out.-."

"Alyssa," I immediately corrected, "don't you ever call me Ali again."

He sighed, impatient now, "I'm terribly sorry, but my parents. They saw you and they liked you, and now they're inviting you over for dinner at their place."

He looked sincere but I didn't fall for it, not until I knew some more information. I uncrossed my arms, subconsciously placing them on my hips. I mimicked his smirk, pushing back my shoulders trying to look taller then I was. "Oh really? Why would your parents like me? They didn't even talk to me."

"My parents are..." his eyes searched the outside parking lot quickly before returning to mine, "reserved people. They don't like to bother others, unless necessary."

"Mm-hmm, alright, and why should I torture myself just to please your parents?"

"They'll get what they want either way. Refuse as you please, you will come, whether you want to or not." I watched as his dark eyebrows lifted up, awaiting my answer. His eyes roamed my face as he lifted his drink and took a large sip from his McDonald's cup.

I looked to Perla, looking for some kind of answer. All she did was look annoyed, teeth clenching with narrowed eyes. At first I thought it was because this son of a devil was basically threatening me, but when she gave me a side look I began to question her feelings about this situation.

I gave her a concernred, 'are you okay' look? She then seemed to snap out of her illusion, when seeing me, and smiled a cheeky smirk. "I think you should totally go!" She exclaimed. What?! She pulled me closer in, to whisper in my ear, but when she spoke it was definitely loud enough for Zack to hear, "imagine being friends with this guy, right here. You'd be in magazines, goddamn."

Zack smirked and made a gun-like hand gesture with his index and thumb, and pointed it towards Perla, "see, your friend gets it."

Perla smiled knowingly, but when he looked away to face me, the twinkle turned into a tight-lipped smile, so her lips formed into a straight line. I didn't question.

Somehow knowing I couldn't win this I sighed, "fine. I'll go," Zack began to smile, "on one condition."

The smile disappeared, turning it into a mocked suspicion, "and what could that be."

"That I don't have to see you again after that." I said, not bothering to sugarcoat it.

"Sweetie, you'll be begging to see me one more time after that." I glared, him knowing that wasn't what I wanted to hear. He then sighed in defeat. "I promise that I will never ask to see you after tonight again."

I nodded once while my eyebrow raised, that was what I wanted to hear. Wait... "tonight?!" He nodded innocently, "no, I- I can't do tonight. I'm busy." Technically it wasn't anything that couldn't be made up for the next day, but still I was not in the mood to hang with this douche and the people that created him.

"Oh, sure you can. Come on, get it over and done with, right? Then you will never have to see me again... Unless you ask for it." He winked an eye at me, I forced myself not to scoff, so, instead I sucked in some breath into my lungs.

"Fine. Tonight, then that's it." By now he was only one or two meters back, I took this opportunity to grab from his hands, the McDoald's drink. Coke, I was right. I took a sip from it and raised my brows. I heard Perla beside me quickly inhale, to which I ignored.

"You got it, Ali." He winked again, with a smirk as he watched my lips drinking from his coke.

I bit my cheek in frustration. "Alyssa," I wanted to mumble, but he didn't look like he would pay attention, so I remained silent.

"I'll pick you up from tu casa and drive you to my parent's." I nodded. I then told him my address and we exchanged goodbyes. Neither, Perla or I moved into we saw him hop into a silver Porsche and drive away, the engine roaring in its wake.

I turned to Perla staring at me wide eyed in disbelief. "Now, what the hell am I going to wear?"

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A/N:

Thats all for tonight folks! Hope this chapter was reasonably enjoyable. I promise next chapter there will be a little bit more drama! Who doesn't love some good ol' drama, huh?

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