Chapter 6: Chapter 6
My phone chirps when I’m already half way down the stairs. I call out, “Bye mom!” and grab my things closing the door behind me.
He presses the button and his door locks click to open. I let myself into his car and fasten my seat belt before I get a chance to admire him. He is wearing an expensive looking black leather jacket with lots of zippers on it and blue jeans. The smell of his perfume makes its way to my side of the car and I swoon. His shaggy dirty blond hair was recently taken down to near stubble in length apart from the top which is left dangling down into his face. His new look is edgy, but I think I preferred it before.
I shake my head a bit thinking Juliet, Juliet, what the hell am I doing with him? Why does he want to see me? Why did I make it so easy for him? “What’s up?”
He ignores my question, “Hotel Henson’s okay with you?” “Sure,” I answer. It doesn’t matter to me where we go, I just like being with him in his cool car, alone. He joins the drive thru line, “What would you like?” “Just an Amstel malt.”
When it is our turn he orders, “Two Amstel malts.” He parks the car and turns off the motor. “How was your appointment?”
“Not good,” I say. I pull back a section of the lid to open my malt and push it down on the knob. “You cut your hair off,” I comment.
“Yes,” he smothers. “Juliet hates it like this. You are changing the subject,” he redirects. “What happened at the appointment?”
“I tore my hamstring. The doctor isn’t sure if this will be the end of my career. I must go for physiotherapy and stay off it for two more weeks. Then my parents want me to try pair skating.”
“I’m so sorry,” he says sincerely. He turns the key onto accessories and music starts playing in the car. He tears back his lid before taking a drink of his malt and laying it on the dash. I look into his eyes and ask, “Does Juliet know you are with me right now?”
“Its none of her business,” he says. Our faces are so close, I can feel his breath on me. “I broke up with her today,” he informs me quietly.
“I’m sorry, are you okay?” I don’t know whether I should be happy that he wants to see me the same day he breaks up with her or not.
“It was a long time coming, Johnson’s been bugging me to break up with her for weeks now.” He takes another drink of his malt and starts running his fingers through his hair.
“Do you always do what Johnson says?”
“No, I don’t.” He removes the elastic from my hair and starts playing with my ends, sending cold shivers down my spine. He entwines his fingers, so they’re knotted up in my hair and then he pulls my face to his, “I want to kiss you so bad right now,” he admits.
“Then do it,” I said, “but if my mother catches wind of this, she’ll kill me and you!”
“I’m willing to take that chance,” he breathes. His lips slowly, and considerately cover mine. My eyes flutter closed and every part of me feels his kiss. I’m floating. His mouth is warm and welcoming, and I can taste the sweetness from his malt.
He pulls away to look into my eyes, needing to see my reaction.
That’s when I pull him back into another kiss. His kisses are becoming demanding. He wants more from me, needs more. His lips pry mine apart and then his tongue caresses mine. I run my fingers through his short stubbly hair and the excitement I feel from him causes me to moan into his mouth as our kisses become more intense.
He frees his hands from the entwined hair grabs fistfuls of it now, pulling me closer to him. I can’t breathe but it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to give up this feeling, it’s euphoric, like landing a triple axel for the first time. The adrenaline rush is invigorating. It feels like I waited sixteen years for this one moment with the right guy.
His phone chirps, he pulls away to look at the screen. I’m surprised he stops kissing me to do it, “Who is it?” I ask, unable to mask the irritation in my voice.
Michael rolls his eyes, “Juliet.” He looks around the parking lot, “She’s watching us.” He turns the key in the ignition and guns his car in reverse. He throws it in drive and flies out of the parking lot.
“How do you know?” I say bracing myself. He’s driving crazy like when Anna had the aliens in her car. He hands me his iPhone and I read the text:
Juliet: Didn’t take you long! You are such an Ass!
“I think you should turn around and talk to her, or at least text her back,” I suggest. “She has to be really hurt seeing us like that.”
“She’s fucked up for following me,” he argues. “It’s not my problem anymore.”
I start typing into his phone. He looks over at me but can’t do anything because he’s driving too fast. He had one hand on the shifter and the other on the wheel. “What are you doing?”
“I’m texting her back,” I answer.
“What? Don’t do that! She’s going to think it’s from me!” “Yup, that is the idea,” I tease.
“What are you saying?”
“I’m apologizing on your behalf for hurting her,” I tell him.
“Don’t send that!” He tries snatching the phone from my hands but I’m too quick. “Give me the fucking phone,” he growls angrily.
“Take me home,” I insist. His reaction startles me. His lack of compassion for her makes me shudder. Will he treat me the same way when he’s finished with me? His angry tone after such passionate kisses, is heartbreaking.
He drops his speed to the limit plus ten and drives the rest of the way to my house in silence. When he puts his car in park I hand him his phone. He looks at the screen, and he see’s:
Juliet: Didn’t take you long, you are such an ass!
In the area where you type your text, I had playfully typed, ‘Tricked you!’ but never sent Juliet any messages. I get out of his car as quickly as I can and scurry to my front door. When he finally realizes my prank, I’m already in the house.