Black

Chapter 7

      I was infuriated. A week went by and not once did I go see Brody. He tried calling and texting the first day, but he eventually gave up. If I was honest with myself, I wished he didn't give up so easily. Kinly and I went to the mall on Wednesday. The whole time my head was focused on Brody, just like now. I couldn't get Brody out of my system. I was still angry with him. It was as if the anger made me need him more. I reached on my tippy toes to place the books on the top shelf. Making my shirt raise slightly.
     "Need a hand?" I spun around knocking books of the catty. His voice was so startling at times. It was impossible to move
     "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
     "Why are you talking to me?" His face saddened from my rudeness. He turned away and began to walk away.
     "I could use the hand." He stopped. He began to walk back over with a crooked grin.
     "Laura, you're a real bitch." I looked up at him. He wasn't joking around like I hoped. His expression was stern. Brody was right. I guess I could ease up.
     "Do you want me to change my rudeness towards life?"
     "No."
     "Okay. then I won't." Nothing was said, instead we put books onto the shelves.

      From then on, Brody would show up in the library ready to shelf books. He didn't have to stay, in fact he only had half days. I tried not to think too much of it, but the girl inside always crawled up and had a complete frenzy.
     "So Pearl Jam is coming to the Plaza this Saturday and I have two tickets. I originally got them for Kinly and I, but you know that's not possible anymore. Would you like to join me?"
     "Wait, really?"
     "Yeah, why waste a ticket? Especially when you could take one of their biggest fans." He stepped towards me with his crooked grin. Then he pulled me closer by the front loops of my jeans. My chest grazed his. I could feel my face redden. I whisper his name. His gaze travels up slowly, yet fastly. Our eyes lock. We step back in unison,
     "Sorry, habit." The unusual feeling was lingering over our heads.
     "Umm, no it's okay." what do you say after a moment like this?
     "I'll text you Friday when I can pick you up for the concert." The two of us scattered away from each other as if we were diseased animals. I now had plans for Saturday that I never agreed to with my best friends post boyfriend. This is a bad idea.