The day I wrote a song about you

Chapter 4: Brother

For some reason, I couldn't get her out of my mind. I even dreamt of her last night. Maybe it wasn't her, maybe it was only a blonde girl with green eyes that really looked like her. But deep down, I knew it was her.

It wasn't that I was in love with her or anything, I knew I couldn't stop thinking about her because she had said no to my date. She intrigued me, I wanted to know more about her. And Riley wouldn't tell me a thing. I wanted to know why was she always so stressed, why did she have to go to physical therapy that much, why did she bring her bag with her every time.

I didn't even know how old she was.

I had physical therapy on Mondays, Tuesdays and Fridays. Just like her. That I knew. It may seem creepy that I knew her session days, but we happened to coincide.

With some black skinny jeans, a black T-shirt and my sunglasses, I left home. I wanted to cover my neck since it was full of hickeys, but Riley didn't sleep at ours, so there wasn't any make up around, and it was too fucking hot for this end of September afternoon to put on a scarf.

So there I was, looking like I had been attacked by a vampire, thanks to the amazing human being that was Linda.

I parked not too far away from the clinic. I got out and walked slowly, sucking on my bottom lip, thinking about how I could approach Cara today and not sound annoying.

Maybe she needed to know me a little bit more before going on a date with me?

Weren't dates made for that purpose?

I saw her in the parking lot, she had a spot for her car, I needed to investigate how I could get one for mine. I was already tired of looking for a place to park. Her high ponytail and sportswear making her unmistakable. Taking a deep breath that filled my lungs, I approached her as she grabbed her bag.

"Hey."

"Oh my god." She put a hand in her chest as she breathed out. "You need to stop scaring me."

I chuckled. "You wouldn't get scared if you weren't doing something suspicious."

Cara shook her head confused. "I wasn't-"

"It was a joke." I smiled tightly.

"Oh." She laughed nervously and glanced down at my neck. "Darn, what happened to you?"

Putain. I knew she would notice. "Uhm- I- I bumped into something."

"Ouch." She grimaced rubbing her neck. Did she really fall for that?

We began to walk side by side. It was a start. The other day she almost ran away from me.

"So, Cara-"

The green eyed girl stopped and frowned. "How do you know my name? I don't know yours."

"Nico." I blurted out nervously. "Riley told me."

Why was I so nervous? I was calm all the time. I was literally born quiet and chilled. I didn't even cry. My mother thought something was wrong with me.

She nodded in understanding. "I- I really can't be late again." She apologized as she started walking faster, getting inside the clinic before me.

"Great job, Nico. You didn't even get her number." I mumbled to myself. Well, at least she knew my name now. I sighed and got inside, ready for a little bit of suffering. I was glad I changed therapists. I feel like I couldn't get mad at Riley before. Now I can get mad at the guy that makes me writhe in pain.

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When I got out, Cara's car was already gone, but some yelling made me stop before I turned right and started walking towards my car. The skater was yelling at some dude in a tow truck. That's when I saw it. Her red car had been towed.