You And Me Against The Odds

Chapter 6

YAMATO: Chapter six

Stanley Elgort's P.O.V

I'm a jerk, okay I'll admit that.

A rude and disrespectful one. I lost my catch there, up in her room.

I spoke back to her mother, I lost her in the dark road. And here Iam, sitting inside my car, outside of her house; keeping a decent distance. Worried shit. Is she home yet?

I fell asleep waiting for her last night. I could've just said "It's dangerous here, let's go." but of course, I'll say it again Im a jerk.

Just as I was about the leave, I saw her leaving their house. Went inside her car and left. Now, where is she going?

After following her, I end up being inside the mall; watching her walk around the floor. Just, aimlessly walking around. What the hell is she doing?

And the next thing I know is she is hiding beside the trash bin. What. The. Hell.

"Hey." I whispered behind her.

"What the fuck?" she jumped lightly "Stop popping every now and then!" she whispered in a shouting tone

"Sorry," I mumbled

Being this close to her gave me access to smell her hair. I might sound like a psycho right now but it smells like vanilla.

"Hey, are you following me again? And looks like you haven't even taken a bath yet!"

"Why are you hiding behind this trash bin?" I asked her.

She stiffen for a good three seconds stood up.

"What are you doing?" I asked her

"Just get on with it, I'll explain later."

Minutes later she shook my hand "Loosen up."

"What the hell are you really doing?" I asked again

Another good ten minutes, she started dragging me inside a cafe.

"What was all that?" I asked when she lets go of my hand.

"Geez, what the fuck." she sighed

"Give me minute, kay?" She pleaded and she ran a hand through her hair

"So," she finally spoke up after a few minutes

"I saw someone. He's-I don't know what to call him. But let's just say he isn't a nice guy."

"I say I ain't a ten year old boy, I'm twenty four and I can understand whatever you'll say."

"No." she spoke right up, not missing a second

"You won't understand"

"Look, Stanley. We don't live in a world we think we do. Some times soap opera shit can happen, you know." I sighed

"For every person, there is a story. For every story, there is pain."

What? What the hell is she talking about?

"Let's just get some drinks, shall we?" She smiled and called the barista over.

*****

Alex Carter's P.O.V

Three months has passed since the mall incident. That scared the living shit inside of me.

In three months, Stanley and I have been hanging out. A lot. Time flies so quickly, I haven't realised that it has been a month.

So much has happened in three months. I got myself a job, and Stanley here looks like he's been working on my work place too. Basically, he said it's the reason why he flew here from England.