Mr. Cupid

Chapter 7

Now that I'm alone with the one person I really don't want to be alone with, I've been thinking.

There's only three options I have left at this point.

Option A: Sneak away when he's busy and catch a bus home.

Option B: Bare the day out until we go home and try to get to know the guy.

Option C: Push him over the second floor balcony and pretend like nothing happened.

I was furiously chewing my soda straw and unintentionally glaring at my food, that Daniel had bought for me. He tapped the table and I looked up at him, face holding an amused expression.

"You waiting for it to move or something?" He asked, mockingly. I scoffed. Option C was really tempting, but option B would be the safer way to go right now. I smiled and rested my head in my hands.

"So, you and Alex have classes together or what? I think she's pretty into you, no?" I said, with a fake genuine smile. I want to work my magic and get his guy out of my hair, and into someone else's. Preferably the one who started this mess.

He only chuckled and looked at me with those piercing hazel eyes of his. "Nah nah. We have a few classes together so we got to know each other. And, she already knows I have my eyes on someone else." He had a smirk with that last sentence. I narrowed my eyes at him while studying his words silently.

"You were really popular before you even came to school. Everyone already knew who you were before they met you." I said, taking a bite of my sandwich that he bought me. "Why is that?" I questioned, mouth full.

He smiled and tilted his head. "Maybe I wasn't popular enough." He said sarcastically and I rolled my eyes. "I transferred from Conditioner Constable high." I almost choked on my sandwich. Not because it tasted bad or anything, but because that school is the most prestigious school in the area and Jasper Trails education system would never compare to where he came from.

"Are you kidding me? Why did you come here then? This school is nothing compared to that school!" I voiced, clearing my throat from the excess sandwich burning it. He looked away for a second, as if something was bothering him.

"I'd rather not talk about it." He ran his hand along the back of his neck, and I knew I had hit a sensitive spot. I mean, I'm not in a good mood but I'm not that inconsiderate. I'm Cupid, for Gods sake.

"Oh, sorry." I felt bad now that I've upset him. Well, not that bad, but it was still there. He smiled faintly and waved it off as if nothing.

Then, it was silent. Obviously there were surrounding sounds from the people and the mall, but it was silent between us. That silence felt like it had been going for years in just a matter of seconds.

Daniel suddenly got up with a pleased sigh. "I'll go throw this away. I'm full." He held up his food scraps and started walking away. I sighed, holding my face in my hands.

I don't know why I'm here. I could go home at any moment, make up an excuse as to why I have to leave, and spend the rest of my weekend in my bed like I originally planned. Yet, a part of me says I should stay. And that part overpowers the many reasons I have made to leave and ditch this Mister Dach the quarterback dude.

He came back to the table with a big smile. "You want to go see a movie? I think there's a theater here somewhere." He said. I got up from the cafeteria chair and picked up my trash.

"What movie would we see?" I asked.

He looked as if he were thinking, and then he spoke up, with a smirk. I hate his smirk. "How about Devils Whisper?" He said. Eeehhh I've been avoiding that movie for a reason. He saw my sudden change of face, and he laughed. "What? You scared?"

"I'm not scared!" I squeaked. He smiled quirkily, and I cleared my throat and repeated myself, adjusting my tone. "I'm not scared. Let's go see it."

"If you say so."

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Okay, I was scared. More than scared, absolutely terrified. We walked out of the movie theater, him laughing his ass off at my literal shaking from how bad I was scared, and now traumatized.

"You should have seen your face!" Daniel said between his laughs. I smacked his arm, which didn't do much since he actually has muscles.

He continued to laugh and poke fun at me. "There was so much blood! And death!" I cried, my voice a little high.

"And here I thought you weren't scared."

"I wasn't!"

"Yes you were! Look at you now!" I pouted at his last statement. He looked at me oddly before snapping his gaze away. We walked down the strip of the mall, shoulders almost brushing each other. I felt my heart rate speed up as we walked.

From the corner of my eye, I saw a sign that said 'Restroom.' "Hey, I'm gonna go freshen up." I said quickly. I turned and walked towards the mens bathroom before Daniel could say anything. When I got inside I went towards the sink and slouched over it. I looked in the mirror to meet my own gaze. My hair was a mess and my cheeks had a slight blush coated over them. What the hell is wrong with me?!

Suddenly, the door flew open. From the reflection of the mirror I saw Daniel standing in the doorway. I turned around to look at him, face to face.

His expression was soft, but very assertive at the same time. His eyes held something I couldn't decipher. The next thing I knew, he strode over towards me and cupped my face with his right hand. He leaned down, locking his lips with mine.

I let him.