Dangerous Game

6 - Camellia's

Aurora
Shivers coursed through my body as I made
my way across the street. I held Anastasia by the leash. At the end of the street was a small cafe, with a sign in the shape of a teacup.

Camellia's, the sign read.

With a smile on my lips, I pushed open the door to of the familar cafe.

Dark wooden tables were set up around the cafe. The sweet smell of vanilla wafted in the air. The fluorescent lights that were hung on the walls made the place feel like home. The walls were painted a soft brown.

Approaching the counter, I gave the barista a smile before ordering a vanilla latte. While I waited for my order, I admired the paintings behind me. Every one of them seemed to tell a story through the various colors. Anastasia stood at my feet, her large eyes following mine.

"Miss, here's your latte," the barista informed me. Her black hair was thrown into a messy bun upon her head. Her lips were painted in a dark red. Her blue eyes were rather distant. Her eyes were outlined in mascara. She gave me a smile, but whether it was real or not was unclear.

Smiling softly, I took the latte from her hands, and handed her a five dollar bill. I found a seat by the window that looked rather welcoming. A couple of seconds later, I hear the door chime.

In walked all too familar dark haired guy. He had his hands in his pockets, and a easy smile on his lips. As he was ordering, the barista gave him a few flirtatious smirks.

With a black coffee in his hand, he pulled out the chair across from mine. The sleeves of his demin shirt were rolled up to his elbows, and his dark eyes were boring into mine.

"Aurora...." he began, but I cut him off with a glare.
He raked his hand through his dark brown hair in slight frustration.

"What do you want, Sammuel?" I ask through gritted teeth. I never replied to his text message, so he was testing his luck. I wasn't sure what he expected when he invited me to the place I have been so many times before, but I'm not planning on forgiving him. So, if that's what he came for, then he can leave.

"I know that you hate me right now, but I'm ready to talk, if you are." He presses, his lips in a thin line.

"Talk?!" I ask him, my voice cracking at each word. "What do you suggest we talk about? You want to talk about how you have been sleeping with my mom for over a year now? "

"No," he sighs, "I wanted to talk about the history that your mom and I share." What is he talking about? 

I blink at him, "what history do you have with my mom?"

To say I was curious would be an understatement.
I didn't know they shared a history. Frankly, I've never heard her mention my uncle, unless she was talking about dad's family.

"We attended the same high school. Back then, I was known as the rebellious teenager, and that caught your mom's attention. She was on the debate team, as you already know, and she brought it upon herself to explain to me why smoking was bad for me.

Unfortunately for me, she wouldn't leave me alone. Eventually, I gave into her nagging, and asked her out on a date. Because we both had reputations to uphold, we didn't tell anyone about our relationship. After we graduated from college, I planned on asking her to marry me, but she had her eyes set on my brother because of his money. Later, I found out that she had given birth to my baby, and had him placed into foster care."

The only emotion I could bring myself to feel was shock. At this moment, I felt bad for my uncle. He lost the love of his life, and a child that he didn't know he had. But at the same time, part of me was still mad at him.

"Why did you keep this from me?" I asked in
a whisper.

"I didn't think I should be the one to tell you."

Taking Anastasia by the leash, I exited the cafe, and stepped into the chilly air.

"Run, Carter!" I hear a voice yell. I quirk an eyebrow in confusion. He pushes me out of the way. Giving me a glare, he presses his finger to my lips.

"What the hell are you doing?" I mumble.

"A cop is chasing me," he says, threading his hand through the strands of his black hair.

"You have to be kidding me,"I gape at him, "why is he chasing you?"

"He claimed I was vandalizing. All I did was throw my cigarette in the dirt." He says that like he has never committed a crime.

"You can't hide forever, boy!" Before I could process his words, Adrian was forcing me to run through the alley that sat behind Camellia's.

Okay, I believe we need to rethink the stereotype because it has never been confirmed that all cops sit around, and eat donuts all day. The cop that was currently chasing us seems as if he hadn't eaten a donut in his life. And, I've met Adrian's dad a few times on career day, and he definitely hadn't eaten a donut in his life. I'm not saying that I'd date the guy. That'd be weird, considering his kid is my age, and I'm pretty sure he's married. But, in all honesty, Adrian's dad looks just like his son, aside from the obvious fact that he's older.

Similar to his son, he has sleeves of tattoos. He has jet black hair, and a clean shaven face. At least, he did when I had last seen him. His eyes
are identical to Adrian's. I'm also pretty sure
he's Italian.

"Can't you just call your dad?" I ask, "isn't he a cop?"

"I'm not calling my dad to bail me out of trouble," he says, sternly.

Well, he's nothing like my douchebag of a brother. Unlike Aspen, Adrian doesn't need his parents to apologize for his mistakes.

"Hop on," I hear him say, snapping me out of my thoughts. My eyes fall to the motorcycle parked in front of me. In his hands is a helmet. I stare at him, trying to firgue out where God had went wrong. I mean, the guy is freaking hot, but he's as dumb as a rock. "You have to wear the helmet," he replies, his tone laced with annoyance.

"No, I don't," I tell him, "I'm not riding your death trap."

"Oh, come on, Carter! I thought you were brave."

"I might be brave, but I'm not freaking suicidal!"

He rolls his eyes, "fine. You don't have to ride my motorcycle. You could just spend a night in jail."

I shrug, "I'm not the one who's being chased by
a cop."

"Just hop on the damn motorcycle, Carter."

Groaning, I put on the helmet, and brace myself for my death. Basically, Adrian is dead.