Not Just Another String On His Guitar

Chapter 14- Head Games

Chapter Fourteen:

Tony’s POV

                When I woke up, she was gone.

                My lips were tugged into a little smile before I opened my eyes, expecting to see her there in my arms. She had to be there…I could smell honeysuckles. And there was no way she could’ve gotten out of the handcuffs. My eyelids crawled open, anticipation racked me…but she wasn’t there.

I’d been hugging a pillow. I threw it across the room in annoyance. Shit. I glanced at the handcuffs…somehow she’d gotten out of them. But they weren’t broken…could she really have just slipped through them? God I’m going crazy…was she even actually here last night? But then I saw a note placed on the bed where she’d been sleeping.

Tony,

                Had to leave. Whoops.

My smile disappeared to confusion. Really Lilah.

                I mean who the f*ck does that.

                How do you just slip out of handcuffs and then disappear? And then leave a note with five words scribbled onto it?

                “Ooohhh she’s a little runaway.”

As if on cue I noticed the song playing quietly from my iPod. Runaway by Bon Jovi. Perfect timing for how I felt. I couldn’t help but burst into a laugh. Damn, she’s one hell of a girl. She really knows how to make me think.

                I shook the stupid grin off my face and jumped out of bed. It was probably around 12:00…the sun seemed to be pretty high when I glanced out the window. My dad was definitely still not home…his ‘work meetings’ usually lasted for longer than he said they would. He usually picked up a few chicks along the way and stayed with them for a while. God, I didn’t want to be like him. I know I’m different. I know I can change.

I changed into some jeans and a loose black muscle tank.

Had to leave. Whoops.

I can just picture her saying it with that teasing little smile on her face.

Not really sure what to do, I grabbed my motorcycle key and was about to head over to James’s house. I really needed to get the f*cking handcuffs off, and he was the only one who had the key.

As I went down the stairs, slipped into my skate shoes, and opened the front door, I heard music. It wasn’t like the music Lilah listened to…it was newer. Sort of like pop. A badass song. Kyla.

“I’m feeling pretty dirty baby, forgive my sins. I get the feeling you can save me honey, my heroine,” the music pounded from Kyla’s sleek black Ferrari.

I glanced at the car and instinctively shook my head and made straight for my motorcycle. I was done with that chick. So why did she keep coming back?

Kyla stepped out from her car. I couldn’t help but stare. She was wearing a tight dark-red dress with a leather jacket and tall black boots. She pulled the cigarette from her lips, threw it to the ground, and grinded it into the asphalt. Dammit she was hot. I leaned back carelessly on my motorcycle and waited. I had no clue why she was here, and I honestly didn’t care.

She walked over to me, her hips swaying seductively. She stopped a little too close, her tan body just barely touching my side. For the first time though, I didn’t want it. I wasn’t interested.

Her piercing green eyes ran fearlessly over my body, and then rested on my face. I’d known her long enough to tell that by the look on her face, she came to tell me something. Gossip. She loved tell me things that I didn’t care about.