Make Me Stay

3| SCARS

I never thought this would happen to me, but yes, I was speechless. Did I expect him not to help me collect my bags from the floor? Yes. Did I expect him to leave me all by myself? Yes. Did I expect him to ignore me and leave me for the second time? Yes.

But this? Oh no, I was certainly not ready for him to be right in front of my house claiming to have recovered my purse from the sneaky thief.

"I..." he scratched the back of his neck. "You said Ryan stole your purse, so I went after him, here take it." His tone was warmer than before but he still kept his cool and I didn't fail to see how awkward and embarrassed he seemed.

I was so focused on him I didn't notice he had extended his hand to give me my belonging back. I reached to take it faster than what normal speed was considered and by doing so my hand grazed his fingertips making a tingling sensation spread through my veins.

"Umm, how did you know how to find me?" I wanted to feel scared, I wanted to feel threatened so that I would never wanted to see him again, but I just couldn't.

He leaned against the cold iron gate and for a moment I wondered which one would be warmer. His piercing eyes caught mine and I was unable to move. He crossed his hands in front of his chest which only made his muscles pop up.

"Spencer." And his normal tone was back. Of course I should have known he would be the one to tell him, after all we were neighbours.

"I'm Quinn, I'm new in the neighbourhood." I said trying to start a conversation.

"I know." It's all he said.

Come on! That's not even a reply. I remember there was a guy at middle school. His name was Jared and he was a weird kid but I found him cool so I started to hang out with him. He spoke a maximum of five words in a row but I didn't mind, he started to be someone very important for me and Lexi and I had a little fall out. She said he was only taking advantage of my popularity but I didn't believe her. He was just a shy, innocent kid. Boy I was wrong, he stabbed me in the back four months later when he told everyone at school I had a crush on Jake Manning.

It was a very serious scandal at the moment and I learned my lesson. Do never trust someone who talks less words than the number of fingers in a hand. It's just that when he's close to me I forgot I ever attended that class in the first place.

"And you're..." I insisted as he didn't seem to want to tell me. I wasn't going to force him, I was just curious.

"Nobody you should care about." He frowned as he stood straight once again. My eyes were leveled with his perfectly sculpted chin.

"Why?" I asked raising my eyes to meet his.

"I'm not someone you want to mix with. I'm no good at all little princess." He meant his words. It wasn't the number of tattoos he had what told me he wasn't lying. It was his aura, there was something in the air around him, something broken.

"Oh really?" I took a step closer. "Then tell me why did you go out of your way to get a completely unknown's purse back?" I crossed my arms. "Is it because you're 'no good at all'?"

"I have to go." He said taking a step closer to me.

"Then why don't you?" I said.

"Stay." What? Why did I say that? For all I know he could be a serial killer or a secret spy sent by my father. But a voice inside me told me to trust him, to let him in.

He clenched his jaw and I could almost hear the inner debate he was having with himself. He took a step closer and I felt heat radiate of his body.

"There's somewhere I have to be." And suddenly all the warmth left with him. He turned his head to face me.

"Good night, Quinn." And guess what? He left me standing for the third time in two days.