Kiss Me Slowly

Chapter 2: The Drive

Pic above is Jeremy (AKA Morgan Freeman)

Chapter 2: The Drive

The next day, Denny and Kenny didn't show all morning. At lunch, only Kenny came, and barely looked at me. Maybe because I had my nose in a book and only went in to put a plate of veggies on the coffee table. Kenny only glanced at me before continuing a conversation with Jonah, one of the more spoiled kids. 

I stomped back into the kitchen and picked my book up.

But I couldn't read it.

After the same paragraph had been read over and over again, I huffed and threw the book down. 

I made a sandwich instead.

But then I wasn't hungry by the time it was finished.

The day lasted soo long. Curfew came, but I couldn't fall asleep.

It was frustrating. I don't even know why I was so agitated. Instead of trying any longer, I went to find Jeremy. I walked around. His room was empty, the kitchen was empty, the car was still here; where was he? Maybe he was in the basement. I checked. Nope.

Where was he?

"Looking for someone?" I heard. I sighed and turned around to face Jonah. The height difference was hilarious. I was a little under 6' and he was still 5'. Maybe because he acted like 10. (He was actually 14.)

"None of your business." I said, folding my arms on my chest and looking down. He raised his brow.

"Uh, huh. Anyway, guess who I met today?" His voice switched to braggy.

"Don't care." I walked to the kitchen. He followed. I pulled a cup out of the cupboard and filled it with water. 

"He was super nice." Jonah continued, ignoring me. he took my cup before I got the chance to drink out of it and gulped it down. "Ahh. Thanks." He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and put the cup back in my hand. I glared at him. He didn't seem to notice. "I don't remember his name, but I think he might adopt me. He was super sweet, and looked really rich. I'll bet that as soon as I get into his family, then I'll get showered with soo much cool stuff. Like the Mega-Ultra Flyer 3000 with 360 vision and 250-yard reach. Ooh! Or the Mini VS Jaguar Jeep that can reach speeds up to 40 MPH! That'd be dope. Or, oh my god, I've been saving up for this one; Traxxas XO-1 AWD Supercar!" Jonah ranted. "The only downside of living with them, is my parents would be fags. Ugh. It's disgusting," he shuddered. "Anyway, I can't wait to get out of here. I'd be living the dream!"

My face was red by the time he was finished. My grip on the cup was so tight I was sure it'd start cracking by now. He only wants them because they're rich? Fag? Disgusting? HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HIS NAME! I slammed the cup on the counter so hard that it shattered. It didn't faze me even as my hands starting stinging.

I was lost for words. My fists were clenched so hard that the veins started popping out. I opened my mouth multiple times, but nothing came out.

I just started storming out. I didn't even bother putting on shoes as I left the house and slammed the door.

I stomped for hours. I don't even know where I ended up, but it was such a gorgeous sight that I forgot everything for a few seconds. I was in the middle of a forest, and there was a lake in front of me. The water was so clear I could see the rocks at the bottom, and so still that the full moon and the trees reflected on it. On the other side, I could see a fairly high cliff that looked perfect for jumping.

A stinging in my hand jolted me from my thoughts. I looked down and realized I was bleeding. I winced. I didn't want to ruin the peacefulness of the water, so I ripped a piece of fabric off my shirt and wrapped it around the cut. I was wearing one of my longer shirts, so taking 4 inches off did nothing to it. The pressure helped my cut, but the faint sting was still there. I ignored it and sat next the water, holding my knees to my chest. I just stared for hours. I wasn't tired. I was just...mad. Frustrated.