Saving The Ghost Of You ✔ [COMPLETED-Editing!!!]

CHAPTER TEN

Henry  stayed for dinner that evening since my mom couldn't take no for an answer and my dad was too curious to let him go. Throughout dinner I kept stealing glances of him as he causally had a conversation with my family about everything and nothing. Yap, it was him alright, the annoyingly—(he preferred charming)—talkative chap! My mother—(who I was planning to murder right after dinner)—asked him loads of questions and poor ghost-boy was too polite to tell her to mind her own freaking business. He told us where he lived, where he completed his high school two years ago, where he was supposed to go to college before the accident happened and other stuff. He told us what his father did and that he had been working for his father ever since he was in high school (I didn't know that) this earned him some points from my very attentive father.

Henry and I didn't get to talk much after dinner. I had to do the dishes and my little brother dragged him off to play video games. He had to say goodbye soon after since he lived in another town that was an hour away. As I walked him out, he stopped at the door and turned around, without warning he bent and whispered in my ear, "I'll come see you again tomorrow Desiree. Thank you..." he kissed my cheek and walked away. Ghost or not, Henry Simmons did like whispering. I think I blushed.

"He what?!" Skye cried as we walked down the school hall.

"Hey, calm your tits. It's not like he whispered the cure for cancer in my ear or something. It was just a normal thank you." I said. Knowing Skye, she was not going to let this go. Chances are, she was already planning in her head the dress she was going to wear as a maid of honor on my wedding.

"Are you kidding me? He likes you!" Likes me? Usually when somebody told me that I would run the other direction screaming bloody apocalypse but I had to admit, the idea did bring a painful yet sweet ache in my pathetic heart. I wish it were true. "So you like him too, don't you?" Skye asked. I snorted and not in a sexy way (if there is ever such a thing as a sexy snort.)

"I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Well...well...well, look who we have here." came a heavy male voice from our left side in the parking lot.

"Owkeeeey, this little piggy is outta here." I said to Skye and turned to walk to the other direction. Too late, Napoleon Dynamite a.k.a Danny St. Claire and his friends had already spotted us.

"The cheater and her psycho lesbian rebound buddy." He announced a bit too loudly.

"What do you want Danny." Skye asked.

"You mean besides telling you to your face that you are a two-timing slut?" he spat. Skye shifted uncomfortably. I definitely did not want to be in the middle of this. "Yeah, I know what you did Skye. You lied to me. I loved you and you freaking crept behind my back?" And he went around screwing Meghan and her shorts. Besides, Danny could not exactly spell out in public what Skye did since his own father was involved. Was I the only one who did not miss the irony in all this? I chuckled. Big mistake.

"Something funny psycho?" Danny turned to me.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't even be here." I began to walk away.

"Of course you shouldn't. You should be in a mental institution with all the fucked you shit going on in your head!" Danny's voice caught people's attention, I froze in place.

"Hey, don't talk to her like that," Skye cut in.

"Yeah, you think we don't know what has been going on with you?" Danny carried on, now he had my full attention. "The shrink you're seeing is my uncle so it didn't take much to read your file. A ghost, seriously? I mean at first I thought it was an imaginary friend, but hey, who am I to judge. A ghost is just as pathetic." Mathew Dicks and his other friends laughed. Shit! I hadn't told the doctor everything, just a reason behind my 'talking to myself' part that had everybody so worked up. Hey, it was either that or saying I was on drugs and nobody ever accused me of being smart. Anyways, what happened to doctor-patient confidentiality? This was not happening again, not in front of all those people. I needed to find a comfortable dark corner to silently rock in.