I Street Race Because He Cheated on my Mother

Chapter 4 =]

Sorry for the wait... school has been insane. Enjoy =]

*Eve's Point of View*

Storm, the same Storm that I've never really heard say anything, just invited me into his apartment. This is the most I've ever heard him say. I didn't know whether or not to go in or go home. I didn't want to go home and tell Ann everything that happened so I guess the only option I had was to go into Storm's apartment.

Slowly nodding my head, I watched as Storm unlocked his door. He had his keys on

a key ring along with a bunch of key chains. Some of them had things written on them, but I couldn't make out what they said because he was jingling them, working the lock.

He looked at his feet again before speaking. "Sorry, sometimes this lock sticks. Need to fix it soon, I guess." And then went back to furiously trying to unlock his door. "Fuck shit." I heard him say under his breath. "Damn lock," he swore again, kicking the door hard.

I looked at him curiously. Maybe if he let me try, I could get it to unlock. It's worth a shot, instead of just standing here. "Do you want me to try?" I asked quietly. He looked at me for a second, almost studying me, in a way.

"Sure," he grumbled, shoving the keys into my hands and stepping out of my way. Finding the right key wasn't hard; it was the one that was labeled, "apartment" in surprisingly neat handwriting.

After trying to fit it in the first time I realized I had it upside down. I heard Storm chuckle behind me. Turning it the right way, I was able to unlock the door with only minimal complications. I turned around to face Storm and watched his smirk disappear quickly. Handing him his keys, I stood outside his apartment door a few seconds before hesitantly following him.

I didn't know where to go after I walked in. I watched him drop his keys onto the side table next to the door. Then he picked up the half-frozen water bottle that was sitting on the side table and took a big swig. Walking into his bedroom, I saw his shadow on the wall. It looked like he was taking his shoes off. Next, he did something I wish I hadn't seen his shadow do. He took his clothes off, and I heard them hit the plastic bottom of what I assumed to be his laundry basket. I heard him getting other clothes from drawers and frantically putting them on. Two minutes later he walked out in a black tank-top and shorts

instead of his usual t-shirt and skinny jeans. I have to admit he looked pretty good, but I'd never admit that to anyone else.

He looked at me weird, and I figured it was because I was still standing in the middle of his living room where he last saw me. I hadn't moved an inch. I didn't really know where to sit. He had a couch and all, but I thought maybe it was rude to just sit where ever I wanted without permission. I dunno. That's just the type of person I am.

"You can have a seat on my couch, if you'd like," I heard him say. I wonder why he never talked much as I made my way to his nice leather couch. His voice sounded so nice. "Would you like anything to drink or eat?" He asked as he walked into his kitchen. I debated asking him for a snack, despite my growling stomach.

"No thanks," I called out, peering into his kitchen. Everything was perfectly neat. Not a thing out of place. I watched him grab two bowls from his cabinet and pour some cheddar GoldFish into each one. Then he got out pretzel GoldFish and mixed them in. My mouth was watering at the site of my favorite snack. What a coincidence that he liked cheddar and pretzel GoldFish just like me. In a way, I'm glad he didn't take me for my word on being fine and decided to get me a snack anyways.

Walking back into the living room and plopping down next to me, I muttered a "thanks," and started munching on my GoldFish. Storm turned on his stereo system. The familiar sound of Disturbed filled the silence of the room. I recognized the song as "Land of Confusion," a Genesis song they covered on their album, "Ten Thousand Fists."

"This okay?" He asked me. I simply just nodded my head, not wanting to talk with a mouth full of food. He gave me a genuine smile and popped a few GoldFish in his mouth, chewing them slowly. I smiled back and fought the urge to laugh. I wanted to laugh at the irony of this all. Here I was; sitting with the gorgeous player who never says much of anything. Back up. Gorgeous? Did I seriously just call Storm gorgeous? Ha! That I had to laugh at. I am truly losing my mind.

"What's so funny?" Storm questioned me, giving me a puzzling look. I didn't really want to answer, but I didn't think I could get away with lying to him.

Still deciding how to explain, I blurted the first thing that came to mind. "Promise you won't tell anyone?"

Now how dumb did that sound? What? Are we in junior high again, where you always say "Promise not to tell anyone? Especially..." Gosh how I don't miss those days. Not that I ever had anyone to tell my secrets to, junior high was still probably the worst time of my life.

He surprised me when reached out and cupped my face. No way is he going to kiss me, I thought. This is Storm; he has one night stands with girls. He doesn't romantically cup a girl's face and kiss them passionately. "Promise," he said, looking right into my eyes.

My fear was that I was going to start stuttering, like I do when I'm nervous. To my gracious advantage, I was able to speak my words with a perfectly calm voice, stutter-free. "I was just thinking this is all ironic. I've never really heard you talk out of the three years I've known you. I have a crying fit and you decide to start talking to me. Then I was thinking about how gorgeous you are." I let out a breath I actually had realized I was holding.

Instead of responding with a cocky comeback, he abruptly stood up off the couch and walked over to the wall separating the kitchen from the main room. Drawing his hand back, he punched a hole in the wall. He tried to suppress the pain, but let out a small moan while he clenched and unclenched his hand furiously.

Walking towards the bathroom, I got a glimpse of his hand. I didn't get a good view of it, but I saw blood. Forcing my eyes to look at the wall, I was afraid of what I would see. Not to my surprise, there was a big hole through the wall. That's not exactly what I was concerned about, even though he should know better than to punch a wall of an apartment.

I warily followed him into the bathroom, hoping he wasn't mad at me. I wanted to know why the hell everyone is throwing hissy fits about things that I apparently did.

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tehee. i have fun writing scenes with Storm. i would LOVE to writing in his point of view... but I dont want to give too much away =] next chapter hopefully soon? i will have the whole weekend to work on it