Samuel Black

CHAPTER 2

            I was making my way up the stairs when I noticed a tall slender brown haired woman cautiously observing me from the doorway of the kitchen.  It took me a few miserable seconds to realize that it was not my mother and that either way she belonged there. it was agent Brown.I gave her a courteous nod and continued my journey to my room. I locked the door and lay in bed sinking in with a depressing sigh. I decided that I was too depressed to stay in the house so I drove off to Benny's, my favorite café. I sat at my usual spot watching the sun go down as usual when I realized that the girl from before was seated adjacent me. "Well" I told myself. " YOLO" I got up and walked to her table and sat opposite her using the little confidence I had left. "Waiting for someone?" I asked. She smiled at me. "No. You?" I shook my head. "You can keep me company then" ."So" I said. "Who are you ?" I realized how wierd that sounded but it was too late. I tried to look as normal as possible but I was feeling plain awkward.
        "Well, Khelani and I'm like the weirdest person in the world and that's pretty much it." I raised an eyebrow in her direction. " Clearly, you haven't met me." From that sentence onwards it was all laughs and flirting and an annoyingly endless playlist of love songs over the speakers. It came to an abrupt end when her mother called. She gave me her number and left me with my depressing thoughts. I got home only to see a yellow  Bentley convertible parked in my front yard. There was only one person I knew with such horrible taste in cars. I barged in to find the devil himself in my house leaning against my wall sipping my water from my glass. I struggled to suppress my sick thoughts mad the growing urge to empty a magazine of bullets into his thick, empty skull. Being the self respecting mature almost adult that I was, I calmly said "hello David."
He broke out into a wide smile "hi little bro." Then calmly again, I said "get the hell out of my goddamn house and please, let the door hit you in your way out." I was praying for him to leave but no way. That little devil stayed where he was. He flashed me another demonic grin and took off his Prada jacket. I thought to myself. "The devil does wear Prada" I swallowed a large gulp of murderous words and unholy cusses. "Just to remind you, I'm still waiting" I sort of growled at him. Another demonic grin, " it's my house too you know". It took me my entire physiological strength to prevent myself from strangling him. I sighed and retreated upstairs to the comforting solitude of my room. I took my phone out of my back pocket and texted Khelani "hi." I plugged it in and thrust myself into my bed, allowing the firm softness of it to consume me.
The morning came to me as uninvited as a nightmare. I closed my eyes secretly wishing I could go back in time. The only good thing was that it was the weekend. I spent almost ten minutes examining myself in the full wall mirror. My skin seemed to have gotten paler but otherwise, my dirty blonde hair was the same, my unusual grey eyes stared back at me coldly, my slightly crooked nose reminded me of my first broken nose painfully, my physically fit physique made me proud. I put an unfortunate stop to my narcissism. I got ready and escaped to the café . I sat in my usual spot with my eyes closed listening to music through my air pods. I was slowly sinking into the calming melody when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. Weirdly enough, I wasn't as surprised to see Khelani leaning over my shoulder, looking through my playlist with an obvious look of judgement on her face. Her long brown and blonde hair brushed ever so slightly against my cheek and neck. I breathed in the faint smell of her lemon verbena shampoo.
          She sat herself opposite me and put her Versace bag in between us. We ordered some breakfast and spoke for almost two hours before we realized that we hadn't even started eating. Out of the blue, she says "I hope I'm not putting out a romantic vibe". My breath caught in my throat." I stammered uncontrollably not knowing what to say. To my heart relief, she burst out laughing. " don't worry, I totally like you". At that juncture, one would say something real mature like me. "Umm" I was just confused."Yeah" she smiled. " I'm glad we're friends." There were three words in my head. " what the fuck". She stood up saying she had to go. " you have my number text me don't call." Unfortunately, it was at that moment as she walked out that I remembered.