Saving Stephenie - Chapter 11

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Chapter 11

“Aren’t you going to answer that?” Derek asked pointing to my vibrating cell phone clutched in my hand.

                I didn’t answer at first and glanced down at it when it stopped momentarily, only to pick up again indicating another call. My mother’s number flashed across the screen angrily. It’s like with every vibrate it was emulating my parent’s annoyance and disappointment they must be feeling towards me.

                Flash. Vibrate. When I get home, I know I’ll be screamed at.


                “Why not?” He inquired. I just slowly turned to look up at him with I hope was a blank expression.

                “Because people can wait,” I said dropping my phone so it hit the pavement hard. He motioned to pick it up but I shook my head. Let it stay there and flash its heart out. I wasn’t going to succumb and answer my parent’s pleads to have me go to some crazy doctor. There was nothing he could do for me.

                "Who is it? The person you are ignoring so rudely," he laughed.

"Just my parents, that's all. No one important."

"Are you in trouble?"

"Most likely, but they're not going to do anything about it." I sighed pulling my knees towards me and resting my chin on top of them.

"What are you in trouble for? Being a jerk, because you are one," he chuckled.

"You think you're joking," I stated flatly.

"What’d you do, come on it can't be that bad." He looked at me more closely seeing that I wasn't in a joking mood and his face grew serious as well.

I was still having a hard time adjusting to his caring persona. It was off for me to have someone genuinely care about me, or to try and dig deeper. It was more off for him to be the one that decided to take up that role.

Our kiss had gone unmentioned and I was alright with keeping it that way. I didn’t mean anything – just like the kisses on the cheek was what I was telling myself. It was just his overactive teenage boy hormones and obviously he didn’t think more of it since he didn’t seem to want to talk about it either and for that I was grateful. I was still scared of it, but more scared of my reaction.

“Let’s not get into it,” I said. There was no way I was going to sit here and tell him that I was skipping out on our family appointment with a therapist. He probably thought I was crazy enough – no need to give him legitimate proof.

“You will tell me sooner or later,” he joked, but he seemed determined.

“You have a nice home, I’d love to actually go inside too,” I laughed pitifully changing the subject. We were sitting outside Derek’s town house back in some full on television-approved suburb. It was Saturday and because of Harry’s no work for teenagers on Friday or Saturday rule, I was off with nothing to do when Derek demanded I come to his home.

I was more than happy to oblige – it was getting me out of the house so it was impossible for me to be dragged along by my parents.

“Yeah, we’ll get there. Are you sure you want to go in there though? My parents and siblings live in there too, and they decided to be home today,” he smirked rather than acting all embarrassed but I noticed his cheeks reddened.

“You’re blushing! Oh my goodness, you – Derek McHough – are embarrassed?” I couldn’t help but laugh and smile at it. It was undeniably adorable of course to see that tough guy have a hint of vulnerability.

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