Anna (Go With Him)

Chapter 9, Part 1

Ana's P.O.V.

"So is this your poetry?" I asked him as he handed me an old dusty notebook.

In other situations, I would have never agreed to come to a house of someone I barely know, or even worse; the house of a boy like John. His lifestyle wasn't the type you can trust; everyone is aware of that, but this time it just felt right. I wanted to think he's Christina's victim, and that made him less dangerous... maybe? I pity him. He may be a jerk like most of the boys at my school, but I feel deep inside -beneath that bad boy mask -hides a loving caring John. I also feel something is wrong; I was the first one to judge Paul and John, and look at me now; here I am in his room talking about music, and poetry. What would Abby say about this? I'm not quite sure why I came here, but I'm safe so far, or at least... I should say.

"Aha, I've kept this since I was little"

"Impressive" I said as I flipped through the yellow pages.

"I wrote this one for Christina" He pointed to a small paragraph below my index finger.

"Nice"

Back off Anna.

"You said you wrote some" He crossed his arms laying on his floor.

"My dad used to read me some poetry when I was little, and so later I began writing my own"

"Interesting... you may want to show me some time. If you want to"

That sounded like something I would've said. It freaked me out. Not what he said, but how I related to him.

"Sure"

"So how old are you?"

"Seventeen, going on eighteen"

"When?"

"October ninth"

"You have to be kidding me!" He laughed surprised as he sat abruptly on the small couch.

"What?"

Seriously what was wrong with my birthday?

"Would you believe me if I told you that's my birthday too?" He kept laughing.

"Why not?" I smiled.

"And I'm younger than you" He lit another cigarette.

"I know..."

"Christina told me Abby and you are getting along with her and her friends"

Did that bitch even...?

"I guess yeah" I shrugged.

Whatever.

"You don't seem to like them that much"

Bingo!

"Abby and I are not used to those type of friends that's it"

I know he didn't believe me; it was as if he knew me forever, and now I needed to get out here. I remained in silence standing there pretending to finish reading his poetry; I didn't know how to say goodbye without looking awkward.

"You want to leave now, don't you?" He asked looking at me.

God save me. When I thought this could be bad, I never imagined it this way.

"It's getting late" I said.

"And it's raining already" He looked intimidating from that corner just staring at me. We were a reasonable amount of feet apart from each other, but it was enough for me to be afraid of his eyes. Not that I feared he was going to hurt me or something, but worse; I feared he would make me reveal the real me, my feelings, my anguish, and my pain.

"I can walk real fast"

"Pfft, don't be silly. I'm not letting you get all wet out there"

"Then what? You expect me to spend the night here?" I sounded rude I know.

"You wish. No, just wait untill it stops raining , and that's it" He said as he took off his shirt.
Call me pathetic, but it was the first time I saw a man's bare chest. "You know, I begin to see you as a pal now" 

Was that a compliment?

"Good" I nodded.

"By the way, if you ever feel like jamming, the Quarrymen would be glad to have you in harmonica"

"I suck" I rolled my eyes.

"Anna, none of us can actually play. We just make it sound less gross with time"

That made me chuckle.

"Let me tell you, you guys are really good" I couldn't believe I was honest and nice at the same time.

"Thanks"

"Umm John?"

"Yes?" He exhaled from his ciggie.

"So Christina and you... how serious is it going?"

You should have shut the fuck up, Anna. That's empathy; that's the last thing you need in your life right now.

"Why you ask? Jealous?" He winked.

That's it. I'm out of here.

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Author's note:  Sorry I took forever to update- won't happen again- have here a lil preview 0u0. <3 xoxo