Dark and Dirty Like You've Never Seen

Now We're Even

It was finally Monday, and I just wanted to throw up. I dressed so slowly that Frank was done before me, even after getting up fifteen minutes after me. I felt him standing in the door way behind me as I finished my make-up and hair. I turned to face him trying to hide the worry on my face. That boyish smirk spread across his face and I felt myself smiling back at him, unable to stop the fluttering in my stomach. I always felt that when he gave me his infamous smirk, and I think he was catching on. He walked over to me and tucked a lose strand of hair behind my ear.

“Angel … we’ll be fine. They obviously don’t know me too well if they think they can get away with trying to hurt me, or especially, you. Don’t you trust me?” He had a sad, concerned look on his face that made my heart hurt. I leaned into the palm of his hand and nodded.

“Of course I do.”

“Good. Then finish getting ready. We gotta go here soon. Just another, boring, normal day, right?”

“Right.”

He was smirking once again as he leaned forward and kissed my forehead gently. “I’ll be in the kitchen.” He turned and walked out of the bathroom, leaving me once again to tame my hair and make-up. A few moments later, I joined him in the kitchen where he was eating a pop tart. He offered the package to me and I took the other one gladly. I looked down and noticed a small plate on the counter with what appeared to be the icing from his pop tart.

“What’s that?”

“Hmm?”

“That.” I motioned to the plate.

“Oh … I don’t like the icing.”

“So you peel it off?” Now it was my turn to smirk at him but with an added raised eyebrow.

“Yes. Is that a crime?” He asked, pretending to be offended.

“Yup. Punishable by death in most states.” I took a bite of my pop tart and smiled at him. He frowned in return.

“So, you’re going to kill me?” He had puppy dog eyes and was holding the last bit of pop tart to his mouth. I bit the inside of my cheek so I wouldn’t laugh at him.

“I’m sure we can figure out something…” I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively. He laughed his ridiculous giggle and I couldn’t stop the laughter that escaped me anymore.

“I can’t wait.” He smirked and winked at me causing my cheeks to burn. “We really have to go, though.” He grabbed his plate, dumping the icing in the trash can and ditching it in the sink. I slung my bag over my shoulder and took my pop tart to go.

Lunch time. I had made it half way through the day without any sign of Aaron or anyone that seemed to want to beat me up. I hadn’t seen Frank since first period, but I’m sure he would have gotten ahold of me if something was wrong. I made my way to an empty table with my tray clutched close to me. I sat down in one of the corner tables so I could observe the lunch room. Just because I haven’t seen him yet doesn’t mean he hasn’t seen me. This was, after all, where the last brawl took place. It would be poetic justice for him if he got revenge in the same place. I chewed my food slowly as I let my eyes scan the large, open area teaming with kids. On one of my scans around the room, I caught a glimpse of Lacy. I quickly turned my head to the table, hoping she wouldn’t see me. Unfortunately moments later, I saw a shadow cast over the table. I looked up slowly to see she was taking the seat across from me. I gulped and waited for the worst but she just smiled at me. I looked around to see if there were people waiting on the side to jump on me while she had me distracted. I didn’t see anyone so I turned my attention back to her.

“What?” I put my fork down and stared at her.

“Hello to you, too.” She said confused, tilting her head to the side.