Death Lilly

chapter 9

Today was much like any other day at school. All night I had tossed and turned wondering about my mom and father. It had been like that for the past week. Three hours a night was the only amount of sleep I received. Thank god for make-up and coffee.

Stewart had stayed out late last night. He looked worse then me but he was sitting at the table with his coffee and pop tarts waiting to drive me to school. I felt bad for him. He really needed to find a nice girl and settle down before he drank himself into liver failure. I took the last big mug left and filled it up. The taste was bitter and hot, just how I was becoming used to it. I pour myself another mugful of coffee and gulped it down, cursing as it burnt the top of my mouth.

"You in a rush to get to school or something?" Stewart asks. I refrained from rolling my eyes.

"Not really."

"What's the go with the leg?"

I sigh. "I'm rationing my meds and have to study this morning for a test." I lie, knowing that it sounds lame. I didn't want to study for a test but I was hoping to see Cayn again. He had been restraining himself since our dinner and it had been driving me kind of crazy. There was one moment when I had been sure he would kiss me but instead he had given me a hug.

"A test?"

"Pop quiz, you know how they like to keep seniors on their toes."

I can hear my voice coming out at like a millions times faster then normal. I'm not sure if it's because of the lies or the caffeine but whatever reason I know Uncle Stew isn't being fooled. For a guy with a hangover he is exceptionally observant this morning.

"Why didn't you study last night?"

"I couldn't think. To much on my mind." Finally an honest answer comes out of my mouth. Maybe it'll make him cease asking questions so that we can leave. Both of us watch each other, waiting to see their opponent's next move. I am tempted to get more coffee, if I have to wait I want as much caffeine as my body can handle. Stewart however beats me to it, with a subtle shrug he stands, grabs his keys and we are off.

The drive to school seems to drag on forever today. I can feel my body lean forward in hopes of helping his truck gain some momentum and move along faster. It doesn't work. I'm fairly certain my Drivers Ed teacher was faster then him. Knots form in my tummy due to anxiety, they were making me feel sick. Stewart took the last turn before the school and I could feel my heart begin to race. Cayn was already there, casually leaning on his black Dodge Ram watching us pull up.

"So you want me to pick you up or you catching a lift?" Stewart asks as I opened the door. I turned to answer, noticing he was looking at Cayn. There was a sense of malice about him, which I had never seen before.

"Not sure." I tell him.

"I'll be here at three, ok, make sure you're ready to go." He snaps. I slammed the door shut. I watched in shock as Stewart's wheels squealed as he drove off.

"I think he's worried that I'm taking a little to much interest in your well being." Cayn says suddenly standing beside me.

"Are you overly invested in my well being?"

"I told you that I'd give you time to get to know, so, do you think you know me now?"

"You confuse me." I admit.

Cayn's hand grabs mine and he pulls me over to his car were we are partly shielded from the rest of the school. His lips find mine with great eagerness as though he had been waiting a lifetime to kiss me. I am caught between him and his truck, my hands clutching him tightly to me. Cayn's body presses into mine and feels so warm against the coolness of the car. I feel blood pumping hard through my body with a new hunger that I had never felt before. Cayn pulls away, breaking the spell that had only just began. A lonely sign of discomfort escapes me.