Here Goes Nothing!

CHAPTER 6: I blame my memory

I looked at Chris with wide eyes and quickly jumped up from the swing, forcing my book on the tarmack below. I threw my hands to my mouth in awe. "Chris! I'm so sorry! I totally forgot! You must've been waiting here for ages and I'm sorry, oh Lord. I feel so awful...!"

He looked at me with a dissapointed expression painted on his face. "Yeah, I did wait for you here. I've been waiting 3 hours for you... I rang you 6 times and texted you a lot..."

I bit my lip and quickly ripped my phone from my pocket. He was right. '6 missed calls - Chris Walker. 13 texts - Chris Walker'. All of a sudden I was thrown back by all the different emotions that hit me. I felt angry at myself, sad but happy that he waited that long. Why? I was pretty impresssed that he waited 3 hours for a girl he didn't know. I looked back up at him realising his blue eyes were locked with my hazel ones. 

He gave me a small smile, "Well at least you're here now!" his smile widening.

I grinned at his sudden enthusiasm and picked up my book, stuffing it into my bag. "Yeah, so is there anything you wanted to do?" I said without even thinking.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Isn't it obvious why I brought you here? I want to know more about you! You seem interesting!"

I wasn't sure how much of myself I should tell him considering my life was going more and more downhill.   I wasn't ready to tell him everything. Sure, he seemed trustworthy but this was our first date. ...Date? The word made me cringe dramatically inside. After a few moments pondering, I let out a deep sigh. "Alright, but not all of it with be pretty."

As soon as I spoke up he gathered himself up digging his elbows in his legs and leaning forward, smiling. Giggling nervously at his new intrigued posture, I started. "Where should I start?"

"Start right from the beginning!" he said, edging me on.

I gave a side smile to tell him I was thinking. "Well, on the date that was January the 25th of the year 1995, my mother gave birth to me," 

He smirked at me, trying to hold back a chuckle. "Shut up, Agnes, don't be a fool!" he said putting on a 'Mr. T' sort of accent. For a second I was scared he was going to pelt a Snickers bar at me. I let out a little laugh earning a cheeky grin back from Chris.

"Alright then..." I started slowly. "Uhh... As you already know, I live with my Mum, Jennifer, and my brother, Jack. I have one more exam and then I'm done; FINISHED! Um... What else?" I questioned him.

Chris sat there, keeping his head up with his hand under his chin and narrowing his eyes at me. "What about your favourite animal? Favourite colour? Where are you from?"

"Where are you from?!" I echoed, offended. "What's that supposed to mean?!"

He was taken aback by my sudden anger. "No, what I meant was... you have a natural tan, do you not? Your Mum or Dad must've come from a foreign place. Oh yeah, why doesn't your Dad live with you? Did he cheat on your Mum or something?" Chris was talking like this sort of thing happened to everyone on a daily basis. Like it meant nothing. The familar feel of anger had found it's way back inside me but I took a deep breath letting it all flow out. Like I was blowing the anger out of my system. 

"Chris, I'd rather not talk about my Dad but if it makes you feel less curious, he didn't cheat on my Mum. He was a good man and would never have done anything like that to hurt me, Jack or Mum." 

Realising I had used the past tense to describe my Dad, I mentally slapped myself and stopped talking. Oh God, I'm such an idiot... I really need to start thinking before I start speaking. I glanced at Chris and could see he had lowered his head and was gazing at the floor in deep thought... Or sympathy if he spotted what I had done. His recent actions certainly told me he figured out. His voice knocking me out of thought, I looked at him.

"I noticed you refered to your Dad in the past tense. Is he...?"

I sighed, knowing what he meant. "Yeah, he is..."

Chris had suddenly yanked me towards him, enclosing me in a big bear hug, his chin resting on the top of my head. "I'm sorry... I didn't know... You don't have to say anymore."

Blushing furiously, I timidly put my arms around his small frame. I had never had this sort of contact with a boy. "It's alright, I'm not going to hate you for mentioning it. I'm strong." I muffled against his shirt.

He let go of me and lowered me back down on the swing while he sat on the other. We talked for over a couple of hours about each other. It suddenly became much easier to talk to him. We were cracking jokes, getting to know one another and laughing a lot; and to make things that inch better, he hadn't mentioned my Dad again.

I had learnt that Chris lived with 2 younger sisters of ages 12 and 14, along with his Mother and Father and Butter, their year old Labrador. They all seemed pretty happy from what Chris acknowledged me. He has one more exam- History and then, like me, he's done with school. His favourite animals were dogs and owls. His favourite food was Lasagne and he had a job at the local swimming pool working as a Lifeguard. Impressive... While I worked as a Waitress at my Auntie's resturant.

When he had told me about his Lifeguard job I immediately thought, 'Time to get that swimming costume out.' Then I remembered, I hate swimmming! How was I supposed to impress him now?! Dammit, life.

It started to get dark and so at 8:13pm I bid farewell to Chris. "TEXT ME WHEN YOU GET HOME!" I heard him shout from across the field. I chuckled to myself at his fatherly action. Then I froze. 8:13pm. I was more than an hour late to home. Again, dammit life. I stuffed my phone back into my pocket and started sprinting home in the pink-skied evening.

When I wrenched open the front door, Mum was sitting at the bottom of the staircase glaring at me. "And what time do you call this, Agnes Harper. Your brother and I are starving. Go and cook. I'm not letting you off easy, Miss Harper. I'll be up in your bedroom straight after dinner." she said through seethed teeth. I threw off my Converse and chucked my jumper onto the staircase railing and hurried into the kitchen, taking out pots and pans and all sorts of food. My stomach dropped at the thought of Mum screaming at the top of her lungs at me later.

I had suddenly lost all my appetite.

Author's note:

Hola amigo:3 So this looks like a long chapter but knowing Wattpad it probably isn't... A couple more chapters and the story will start to kick off:) It hasn't really started yet because I've been pondering on what to actually write! I've just kinda been writing as I go along; but I think I finally have an idea for this story. Anyway, enjoy, I guess.

PEACE.