Chapter 6

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The wind was strong, and the rain was coming down in buckets. I can’t believe I didn’t realize the temperature change, or how cloudy it was getting to be. I guess I was just too caught up in my run, and the song playing in my ears.

            I felt extremely uncomfortable at this whole situation, and almost slightly afraid when I saw him close the door behind us.

“W-why are you closing the door?” I find myself asking me, earning a look of confusion from Louis.

“You know, so the wind doesn’t rip it off its hinges?” he replies to me like I’m stupid.

“Oh.” I reply. I feel stupid. Stupid and awkward.

“We are just going to have to wait it out; it’s not safe to be out in that weather.” He says, pushing some tools out the way, and taking a seat on the counter. I just stood there, not knowing what to do or think at this time. I attempted to cover my stomach with my arms, not comfortable by the gaze he had on me, looking me up and down, and I couldn’t decipher his thoughts.

He must have caught onto my uneasiness, as his lips turned into this mocking smirk. “Why so shy Kasey?” My name rolling off his tongue sounded amazing, even if he is being a smartass about the situation.

When I don’t reply, he stands up and takes a few steps to me, about two feet worth of space between us. I could literally see his bare chest move up and down in sync with his breaths.

“I like your outfit.” He says, but it didn’t sound genuine at all. I wrapped my arms around myself a little more, my stomach turned with embarrassment as he laughed, stepping away from me and over to a bike that was propped up in the middle of the shed.

“Here, you can wear this I guess, if you’re that uncomfortable.” He said, tossing me a white T-shirt. I guess it was his being he was shirtless. I took it, immediately throwing it over my head, mumbling a “thanks.”

“It’s nothing.” Louis says, waving me off as he hops back on the counter. Thunder shakes the roof, making me duck out of reaction. I really hate thunderstorms, I always have.

“Aw someone scared of a thunderstorm?” Louis laughs, but it wasn’t a pleasant laugh, more like a laugh laced with hate, and I really didn’t understand why he was being a jerk.

“Why are you so mean to me?” I blurt out, mentally slapping myself when he looks up at me, that bitter smile still across his face.

“Simple, you make it so easy.”

“How?”

“You really want to know?” He says, leaning back on his hands as I stand there in front of him, regretting even opening my mouth.

“Yes.” I breathe, I need to know.

“Because after all the shit that has happened, you still won’t take the hint.”

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