Something About You..

Part 9: Not enough

-Danny's POV-

"Ah fuck." I mumble out under my breath, walking away from her and her stupid gate. I adjust my pants feeling them fall, expecting her to look. She's still curious after all.
I was doing all I could to make her look. It's not the nicest thing I've done but, I'm using my looks to win her over and I think that's working better than throwing the pen at her. I walk lost in thought, trying to figure out how to make her trust me.

She's the first person, in a long time, to catch my eye and keep it. Don't get me wrong, I'm not in love or anything, I'm bored. Not really having someone to talk to for two years since moving here has really brought me down. Since moms never home and Sasha didn't really talk to me, she talked at me. Most the guys don't talk to me either. At first I thought it was being new, I've learned it's just the rumors. An image created for me that's not entirely accurate.
The longer I'm stuck in my thoughts the more I crave a damn cigarette. Making my way through my front gate, I take a seat on the steps, rub my face hoping to somehow smooth my frustration, then slide a cigarette in my mouth and light it. Not proud to be addicted to them, but they really do help keep my anxiety down.

Sitting out here slows down time. It's nice to watch the cars go by and seeing the people walk around. There's always a few couples that walk back and forth from house to house fighting or making out. There's a few cats that wonder around aimlessly, I leave out cat food for them when I get the chance. I pull my phone out and check the time. It's Friday, got a whole weekend ahead of me with nothing to do. I scroll through Facebook, watching plenty of cat videos and checking out suggested friends. Sasha popped up, meaning she deleted me. I sigh and lock my phone, standing up then head into the house. The door is unlocked though, it shouldn't be..

On high alert, I pull my pocket knife out of my bag and hide it in my pocket.. with my phone in hand and comfort a reach away, I slip into the house, making sure to close the door quietly. From the front door, I creep into the bathroom to the left, and hesitantly open the door. Nothing. My mind is racing, could it be Johnny? No, he wouldn't be able to unlock the door. Is it my mom? She never comes home though. I creep back into the kitchen, shifting my weight against the wall, I move along the wall to the stairs and peek up them. I wanted to shout hello but.. I think that's what gets people killed, even in movies. I crawl up the stairs using the rail to balance myself and to take some weight of the steps. I don't want them to make a noise. I reach the stop of the stairs and contemplate which door to open, my moms room.. or mine. I pick my moms. Creeping close to her door, pacing the door open slowly, I look in. Nothing. No one is in my moms room. Leaving confused.. I stand in the hall staring at my door. Wide eyed and a little scared. Taking in a deep breathe, turning the door knob slowly.

Then the door opens quickly and someone is standing the way, looking at me with angry eyes. Sasha. How the fuck did she get in here!

"What are you doing? Get in here. I wanna talk to you." She said grabbing me by the collar of my sweatshirt and dragging me into my own room. I'm not saying I am a coward but that whole experience really messed up my mind. I sigh reaching into my pocket pulling a cigarette out, putting it behind my ear.

"Sasha.. this is breaking and entering. How did you even get in?" I plop down on my bed so she stood in front of me. She reached into her purse pulling out my spare key I store in a fake rock, I left it in the flower pot mom bought, for mom to get in when she's too drunk or high to remember hers. I sigh again grabbing the key.

"Don't do that.. Mom needs that." I clench my teeth feeling anger build inside..

"Well.. she's never here. Get over it." she sat down next to me, resting her hand on my thigh. Her comment prompted me to move her hand away. The more she spoke, the more annoyed she got me.

"That's cold to say. Please don't say that again." Pulling my hoodie off, I stand up throwing it into the laundry basket. Making my way to the closet, there's a loose fitting black t-shirt I slide off the hanger then onto me. Trying to not pay any attention to her.

"Awe, I'm sorry. I don't mean to upset you. I just wanna know what's going on with you? You haven't been acting the same" she whines, sitting up on the bed. She's sexy really. Her body is shaped like a pair, big ass, small waist, small tits, probably an a b cup, her thighs are firm and her arms are long. She has such baby hands with long fingers. She's beautiful, but her attitude makes her ugly.

"You should go, Sasha." I walk over and open my bedroom door. She climbs off the bed, walking to me, then runs her hand up my chest. I sigh pulling away "Really, you should go."

She stomped her foot down then pouted "You really want me to go?" She leans in kissing me neck. That feels really good, it sends a shiver down my spine. Nope, don't let it show. I push her out the door.

"Go, please? Now. Before you try to do something we both regret." She looks back, scuffing. "Honey, this game is getting old. Please, either do me, or get over yourself." She walks back into the room, laying down on the bed.

This is gonna be a long night.. I make a quick decision. I grab my phone and throw on a hoodie. Leaving the house without looking back. It's only 4:43pm, wonder where I can go.