Knight in Sneakers

Chapter 66 'Breathless.'

Entry 58

4th November, 2016.
Friday
11:36 p.m

Aaron Cortez

My mom always warned me about girls for as long as I can remember. I was six years old when I heard the lecture first after kissing Georgia and Jane on the same day. She then knew her son liked pretty girls a little too much. And then I turned fourteen and had my first ever heartbreak. I still remember her clutching her gold necklace which had a small clock as a pendant, she always had it with her, and she had it that night too when a young naive me was crying about an unrequited crush.

'What's her name?'

'M-macy.' I tried real hard not to cry in front of my mother. I didn't want her to see my cry.

'Son, you'll fall in love more than once for sure. She'll glow in front of you. She'll make you forget about your surroundings, yourself maybe. She'll be so beautiful in your eyes, you'll think she is the one. And maybe, both of you will genuinely love each other, but remember she might not be the one. She'll end up being a hurricane without a warning. She'll change your whole life so quickly and it will be so beautiful to look at and hard to see, that only when she leaves will you notice the chaos she's left behind. Which will constantly remind you the power she had over you and it will make you feel weak.

And that's what people hate the most, feeling weak. I'm not saying this to scare you, I'm saying this so you don't lose hope then. You have to stay strong. You have to tell yourself that you aren't weak. The only person who'll ever have power over you, is you. I pray you learn from your experience and you won't stop moving forward.'

And I didn't know if she was a hurricane or a miracle. If she wasn't meant to stay, I'll be happy to cherish her in my memory. But watching her drive the car right now with her hair flying back while her eyes were trained on the car in front of us, I knew I was in danger. Not because of the way she was driving the car, but because of how beautiful she looked right then. With the soft gleam of moonlight falling onto her soft smooth skin, all I wanted to was just grab her and kiss her at the moment until we were breathless. I've been dying to kiss her since the moment I saw her in that red dress. My imagination of her in that dress did no justice to how she actually looked tonight.

"Cee?"

"Yeah?"

"I want to kiss you right now."

"Are you drunk?" She looked at me with wide eyes and then quickly looked back at the maserati so she could continue chasing Ethan.

"I had a couple of drinks..." I softly mumbled hoping she wouldn't hear me.

"Oh for fucks sake. You're not getting out of this car." She glared at me before asking me to call Drew. They spoke about some backup waiting on the other side to corner the car in front of us but I couldn't pay attention as my eyes started to feel droopy. And it felt like I had closed my eyes for a second before I had to open it again due to the sudden harsh jerk.

"What the-" I stopped midway as my eyes instantly landed on the black maserati parked right in the middle of the road. I looked back and front but found no one on this dead streat except a familiar looking man leaning against the maserati. He pulled out a cigar and lit it while Clarke and I stared at him from inside the car with confusion. I heard Clarke let out a small groan,

"What is up with this guy and empty streets?!" She let out a frustrated grunt and walked out of the car with her gun. I followed her actions and walked upto stand right beside her. Both of us had our guns up and pointing at him while he just looked amused and entertained the whole time. It then dawned onto me that this guy is the same guy who tortured my mother, who killed Clarke's mother and was also the reason for so many unnecessary deaths and pain. He didn't say anything for a minute, he just stared at me with a weird smile and kept smoking. And then he let out a small laugh.