Santa Stole my Girlfriend

Chapter Two

Santa Stole my Girlfriend

Chapter Two

Saint Nick

*

I was typing my thesis to distract myself from the event the night before, sitting comfortably on my bed with my black Mac book on top of my stack of pillows when my phone began ringing endlessly. I knew it went to voice mail every time, but the person calling was too darn stubborn to give up. Reluctantly, I stood up and went over to the desk where I keep my phone and looked over the screen.

FIFTEEN MISSED CALLS.

"Wow," I breathed. I've never gotten this many phone calls before.

I looked over the names and surprise, surprise-they were all from my missing girlfriend's parents. I groaned. Can this possibly get any worse?

As if on cue, the thing that's not supposed to bring me unhappiness began ringing once again. "Hey John, Merry Christmas!" I chirped loudly through the receiver, fidgeting nervously with the waistband of my shorts with my free hand.

"Don't hey John me young man," Uh-oh, he's using 'the tone'. "Why isn't my daughter answering her phone?" His deep voice boomed through the speakers. I winced at the unnecessary volume and decided to put it on speaker for both of our sake.

"She's, uh… been really busy with stuff," I replied calmly, flopping back onto my warm bed. I wasn't really lying.

I heard John sigh and spoke in a more normal tone, "Tell her to call us when she's not busy, okay? Her mother's really worried..." I heard ruffling sounds and a door slammed shut. "I think she's back. Hold on one second, she'll want to talk to you."

I protested mentally, waiting for Carmen to be on the line patiently. I grabbed the basket ball under my bend and started tossing it up and down.

"Shawn!" Carmen squealed through the phone. She's even worse than her husband. Nonetheless, I couldn't help but smile.

"Carmen! How are you guys doing there?"

Up. Down. Up. Down.

"What's that s-oh, never mind. We're doing fine. We thought you and Samantha planned on going down here for Christmas break?" There was a hint of worry in her voice- meaning I have to be extra careful of everything I say.

I started doing tricks with the ball spinning on top of my forefinger and replied, "Oh yeah, that. We can't make it this time. Sam's got tons of homework to do and I've got my thesis." The thesis wasn't due for a very long time but they didn't need to know that.

“Oh,” she replied quietly. “You take care of each other now. We love you!”

I let the ball rest on my chest and chuckled, “We love you too.” Good thing Carmen trusts me too much, way too much.

Beep.

The call ended and I couldn’t have been more determined in my entire life. I should go look for Santa somewhere in Northern Alaska.

*

After an hour, I already had my bag packed with all the necessities-organic soap, alcohol for sanitizing, a couple of clean long-sleeve shirts, underwear, jeans, iPod, and a nice, clean bottle of water. I rummaged through my bag hastily before leaving the main door and voila, I found what I was looking for.

I didn’t forget five bars of Snickers, thank God!

After heaving a contented sigh, I went out and shut the door behind me gently. I was walking to the main gate when someone evidently familiar stopped me, much to my dismay.

“What the crap are you doing here?” I exclaimed.

There stood the hottest Santa I laid my eyes upon. Yeah, Santa’s back.

Mr. Santa smirked, leaned against the wall nonchalantly and crossed his arms. “What, you’re not happy to see me?” His eyes travelled down from my eyes to my arms, chest and then he started staring at my-you know-down there! “I sure am happy to see you,” he murmured, still not taking his eyes from where it shouldn’t really be.

My face heated up. No one’s ever checked me out that way-wait, he’s checking me out? Oh my, he really does want me. “Dude, my eyes are up here.” I pointed two fingers at my eyes for emphasis and when our eyes met-damn. His eyes were the most intriguing colour. I cleared my throat and looked away. “So, uh… How’s Sam?” I seemed to find the pavement exceptionally interesting at that moment.

He gave out a loud chuckle, “She’s… fine,” he replied in between his rude snickers.

“Fine?” I dropped the bag in my right hand and started stretching my arms, then cocked my head from left to right. This is going to be one bloody fight.

He only seemed to be amused by what I was planning to do. “Yeah, she’s fine.” He shrugged, “Actually, she’s more than fine. She’s hot, smokin’ hot with that nice, scrumptious-” Nobody talks about my best friend that way and gets away with it. Before he could finish what he was saying, I took two long strides and punched his left jaw.

“Asshole,” I sneered.

It was like my punch didn’t have any effect on him and he grinned-he actually grinned in return. “Ah, so we’ve moved up to givin’ each other sweet nicknames now? Cool.”

It was just then that I realized that he was only playing with me so I took deep breaths and turned around to get my bag. “Aww, we’re done?” He whined.

I closed my eyes and muttered, “Yeah, we’re done.” When I opened them, he was right in front of me.

“Nah, I don’t think so.”

He dragged me to the bush near the entrance and pushed me to the ground. I don’t know why I didn’t have any willpower to push me off me, but I do know one thing-I liked the feeling of having him so close to me. So close that I could breathe in his piny scent with a subtle hint of mint. 

His blue eyes were scorching through mine when he smiled, “I’m Nick by the way.”

“Shawn,” was only the word that could come out of my mouth.

“I know.”

Then he leaned closer and closer until his soft, warm lips grazed mine gently. I closed my eyes, savouring the manly taste that he was willingly offering. I went back to reality when he stopped. “What-” I opened my eyes and saw a couple of people staring at me as if I’m crazy from the sidewalk.

I waved my hand dismissively, “Nothing to see here…” and stood up fervently.

Arrrgggh, damn you Nick.

I shook my head violently. No way, am I going crazy? What if I’m just hallucinating? What if Sam’s just up in her room pretending to be gone? What if that Santa’s just a figment of my imagination?

“I need someone decent to talk to,” I sighed with obvious desperation creeping through my voice.

“Yeah, you do.”

Oh, no. I groaned. Not him again.

a/n: crappy chapter. Suggestions?

--à That bunny just looks way too cute. <3