Till Death do us Part

#2

"Hey, what's your name?" I asked him as I sat down.

"Go away."

"So you can speak?" The sound of his voice sent butterflies all around. It was so.. calming.. so.. smooth.. and sexy and- he's staring at me. He stared from my face to my body and then my eyes. "Again, what's your name? I see you around here," I gesture around the park," and we have the same classes, but I never got your name."

We made eye contact. He was hot. Like, hot hot. His curly brown hair straight enough to be hot and not cute, his bright blue, seductive eyes staring at me, his muscular yet slim build, the way he dressed- he's staring at me again, or perhaps he hasn't stopped and I hadn't noticed. I don't know, all I know, is this guy is hot.

He was staring at me as if he wanted a reply to something.

"What?" I said, confused as to why he was looking at me like that.

"You wanted to know my name?" He smirked, then he winked. It was like he was trying to seduce me.

"Oh! Yeah, sorry, I was just lost in thought for a moment." I panicked.

"What were you thinking about?" He leaned in slightly. He's genuinely interested! I can't believe it!

"My game next week," I lied, it wasn't a full lie, I was thinking of my game, just not now, "soccer." I looked away, but he hadn't.

"I've never watched a game before," he turned to me again, the sun outlining his figure as it set beneath the city buildings, "but maybe i'll be looking for you next game." He had this look after he said it. As if he was shot with PTSD. No- not PTSD umm.. he looked as if he remembered something! I don't know..

"You alright?" I finally ask. He's been staring at the ground for like three minutes.

"No, I'm fine, continue."

"Do you want me to take you to the next game? It's the finals. I'm kind of nervous but maybe it'd make me feel better with someone else there? Your choice."

"What's your name?"

"Aniya. I'm so sorry, I forgot to tell you-"

"It's fine. Yeah, i'll come, just text me." He got up, handed me a post-it note with his number on it, and walked to his car. I quickly put the number in my phone, but when I put the number in, it saved into the contact of my childhood best friend.

I'll change it later, today's Friday anyway, I have to get home.

As I'm walking, I see a stray kitten in the side of the road.

"What are you doing here?" I coo. I check the collar, huh? Jacob Buentez... that's weird... Why is everything reminding me of him?

I check the number and.. it's his. The guy I just saw's, my childhood friend's.. Jacob's.

I continue walking through the neighbourhood to get to my house, leaves crunching beneath my feet as I walk.