Chapter 59: A New Date
“Coming home late?” He says with a thick voice.
Here I thought today would end on a high note then here he comes. I haven't seen him since I spotted Tara and him on the homecoming float. The last time after that was in the bathroom two weeks ago. He is notorious for showing up unannounced.
“Wha-how- what do you want?” I try to muster out some words, but they get stuck in my throat.
“Awe look at you. You’re so flabbergasted by my presence you can't get your words right.” His eyes drop low as he slowly strides over to me. I quickly back up until I run into my car. Nowhere to go now.
“Don't run now.” He swiftly traps me against my car.
“What do you want? Why are you here?” I sneer at him. He lets out a fruity laugh while eyeing me closely.
“Well... I want you.” His hands come up to my hair stroking it softly. I cower under his touch he disgusts me.
“I’m not up for sale. All I have to do is scream and my Grandfather will come running out.” I say with boldness in my voice.
He swiftly grabs my face squeezing my cheeks. I can feel the blood rush up to my face.
“If you so much as let out a squeak I will run in that house and snap your Grandpa’s neck so quickly you won’t see it coming.” His eyes turn jet-black.
I frantically nod letting him know I understand. His hand moves from my face.
“I had to come check on you.”
“For what?”
“To see if there are any changes.” He looks on my arm and neck. I jerk my body away from his touch.
“What are you looking for?” I ask with curiousness in my voice.
“A mark.” He grabs me back to him and continues his search. Once he finds nothing he backs away. He let's out a deep growl of frustration.
“Don’t tell anyone I was here. If you do I will snap your Grandfather’s neck like a twig. You understand me?”
“Yes.” I say softly.
“Glad to see were on the same page. Now turn around.” I hesitantly turn around my feet shaking beneath me. Within seconds I hear a whooshing sound behind me. Hastily turning around and Myers is gone.
I clutch my shirt as I hold on dearly to my car.
The Next day...
I look in the mirror as I button up my shirt. The memories of last night flood in my head. I remember his hands on my face, squeezing it as hard as he could. His foul breath glides down my face. His hands roaming over my neck and arms.
I hope I never see him again. Walking over to my bed I sling my purse over my shoulders walking out the room. Trailing down the stairs I let out a yawn.
What happened with Myer’s had me up all night. Mostly was thinking about what he was looking for, a mark. Last time I checked I had no birth marks or scars on my body.
Probably was just making it up so he could have a reason to harass me. Coming down the staircase I’m met with silence. My Grandfather left early his morning; I have no idea where he went. I remember him coming in my room at 5 this morning kissing me on the forehead.
I walk with pep in my step to the kitchen grabbing a banana. Walking over to the door I grab my car keys from the silver bowl. Exiting the house, the cool fall air invites me in. All week the weather has been amazing, usually it’s too hot or too cold. Today and this week has been just right. It makes me want to go up to San Francisco to the beach. That’s only If Lyra and the girls want to go.
I jump in my car and start it up. Backing out the driveway I turn down the street and head to The Tribune. I’ve only been working at the internship for three weeks now and it’s been amazing. Yes, we mostly do paperwork and filing, but sometimes we get to help out with interviews and listen in on phone calls.
A few minutes later I pull into The Tribune parking lot.
I grab my purse, phone and jacket while getting out the car. Locking the door, I walk carefully to the door. Today I’m wearing heels, I don’t usually wear them because they hurt my feet. Since this is a professional place, I need to look the part. Also, the flats that I used to wear were ripping apart and I didn’t have time to go to the store and get some new ones. These were the backups.
I walk through the glass doors to the table to sign my name. Once I do that, I say hi to the secretary while walking over to the elevator. The elevator opens up and I enter in, pressing the 4th floor I wait.
Arriving on the 4th floor I walk in the office seeing Lyle writing on some papers. When he sees me walking up to him, he flashes me a dazzling smile. I sit my bag down leaning over the table to see what he’s writing.
“Ms. Timmons wants us to fill out these reports.” He points to a pile of papers near him.
“Ugh alright.” I groan out. Lately we’ve filling out tons of paperwork. Most of them are people sending in stories and we have to read them and summarize the stories. “So, how’s your day going?” I asked him.
“Decent. I got an A on my biology project.” He reply's back to me.
I give him a smile and a pat on the back. “Look at you being smart and stuff. Good job.” He thanks me while grabbing more paperwork.
“Homecoming is this week. You got a date?”
“Nope. Just going to be a third wheel with Lyra and her boyfriend.” I say lamely.
He lets out a shrill laugh while clenching his hands together in a fist. When he sees the expression on my face he stops laughing. “Wait are you serious?”
“As a heart attack.”
“No, you can't be a third wheel. Let me take you.” He suggests.
“Ah no you probably will be busy.” I shrug him off. It’s nice of him to offer, but he may be bored or just doing it to be nice.
“If you call watching anime busy then yeah, I’m booked.” He lets out a hearty laugh. “It’s no problem, plus I would like to meet your friends. Also, I want to see Lyra dance it has to be funny.”
“She dances like a duck on drugs. Are you sure you want to go?”
“Yes, Quinn I’m sure. No girl should be alone on homecoming.”
“Fine then you’re my date. You can wear whatever you want it doesn’t matter.”
“Ok then I’ll wear a trash bag.” I lift my eyebrows up while giving him a funny look. Hey you said I could wear whatever I want.”
“Someone’s a funny guy. Let me be specific, black suit and tie.” He gives me a nod.
“I get the humor from my dad.”
We spent the next 2 ½ hours filling out paperwork. In the time of doing this we just joked around with each other. He is actually a very funny guy.’
“Ok guys great work today. See you all next week and for those of you who goes to Batcaver’s have an excellent prom.” Ms. Timmons says while clasping her hands.
We thank her then walk out the room to the elevator. We enter in and wait to go to the first floor. Walking off the elevator me and Lyle start up a conversation.
“Ok so what time do you want me to pick you up?” He asked.
“You don’t have to. Me and my friends rented a limo so just meet me at my house around 7:30 and we’ll all go together.” I tell him.
“So luxurious, will there be snacks in it.” He says greedily while rubbing his hands together.
“Yes, there will be.” I laugh.
We walk through the door heading out to the parking lot. “Ok see you on homecoming day.” He flashes me a smile as he walks to his car.
“You too.” Before I’m able to take another step, I hear Lyra calling my name.
“Where are you going?” She asked grabbing my arm.
“I thought you left already.” I speak.
“Right. What were you and Lyle talking about?” She asked. We procced to walk through the parking lot over to her car.
“He was asking me does he need to pick me up for homecoming.” Her eyes widen at what I just said.
“He’s going to be your date? I knew he liked you.” Her eyebrows wiggle together.
“Likes me? No, not Lyle he was just being nice.” I say reassuring her. I have felt no indication that he liked me. I don’t think he does? He can’t he doesn’t give me romantical looks or try to get near me.
“Quinn you can never pick up on this stuff. Trust me he digs you.”
“Whatever you say Ly.”
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