His Promise

Chapter 2

When I fell asleep last night, seeing him again was the last thing I thought would happen to me this afternoon. Nonetheless, here I am minding my own buisness sitting in the park, and he sees me. Once he catches up, he sits down next to me and starts talking non-stop like we're best friends who have known each other for years.

"Look, I don't want to be rude, but I barely know you. Can you possibly leave me alone? You're being annoying." I say icily as I get up and start to walk away.

"Just cause you don't know me yet doesn't mean we can't get to know each other." Zack states cheerfully.

"What if I don't want to?" I reply. What's his deal, can't he tell when someone wants to be left alone?

"Lilita," he starts as he grabs my arm. I turn around to look at him.

"Hey, let go of me!" I yell. By now a few people are looking at us.

"I have a feeling we're going to be seeing each other around a lot." He stops and mutters something I don't catch under his breath. "Maybe you should get used to it." he sighs, then lets go of my arm. Without another word he turns around and walks in the opposite direction. I stand there for a moment, feeling confused.

"He looked so... Serious..." I whisper to myself. I walk out of the park but don't really know where I'm going. I let my feet carry me. What could he possibly mean by he thinks we'll be seeing each other around a lot... It's a huge city, I'm suprised I even saw him today. And what about 'getting used to it'? Did he mean I should just be his friend or something? "This is all so strange, it doesn't make any sense!" I say to myself in an exasperated tone. My feet have carried me back home. I walk inside and go upstairs to my room. My room is pretty small so I always keep it neat to leave space, but today I throw down my bag and coat on the floor and lay down on my bed.

Knock knock. "Lilita? It's dinner time." my mom calls from outside my door.

"'Kay." I cast one last glance at my window. The sun is setting, illuminating the city in soft twilight. I'll just forget what he said. He's just some strange boy anyway. I tell myself as I head downstairs for dinner.