Believe ~Five~A Chapter by AmandaOoooh Sexual Tensionnnn jk just secrets about to be revealed
The next day Dad is coming home, so I make sure to spend most of my day out and about. Ben never called, and I don’t know how I fooled myself into thinking he would.
I’ve noticed that I seem to be losing my edge, so I stop by a kiosk by the beach. An older man is selling various foods that are good on a summer day. I walk by idly and lightly let my hand wander towards a green apple. I pretend like I’ve just noticed the kiosk and turn back. “Hi, do you have any candy?” I asked hopefully, opening my bag the tiniest bit. “I just might! Let me check,” The man says amiably, his white beard moving with his mouth. When he turns around, I quickly but silently roll the apple into my bag. When he turns around again, he holds out a package of Warheads. “These are all I have left,” he says regretfully. “They’re my favorite!” I squeal, grabbing them. He smiles and I decide to buy them. Warheads are my favorite, that’s not a lie. I love them. I walk away, sucking on a blue one while humming to myself. I think about texting Meg, since I haven’t talked to her in a while. I’m grabbing my phone out when I walk into somebody. Their back was turned, so I only pushed them forward a little bit. Embarrassed since I rarely walk into anyone, my face is red as I walk away. “Hey, wait!” Oh my God. I know that smooth voice. I keep walking, just a bit faster. Someone jogs to catch up with me, and turns me around by the shoulder. Ugh, I was right. “I thought that was you,” Ben said, slightly panting. “What do you want?” I snap unexpectedly, sliding my fingers up my phone. My index finger is resting on the volume button. If I press it for five seconds, it will go off on the highest volume. “You,” he says. I laugh at the blush that colors his cheeks when he realizes what he’s said. “I-I mean to t-talk to you,” Ben stammers through his embarrassment. “I don’t think you really want to talk. You would’ve called,” I roll my eyes, getting ready to walk away. I don’t need to be charmed by this attractive guy. Wait, did I seriously just think the word ‘attractive’? Oh God. “No, no, You’re number was all smudged by the time I went to call,” he explains, scratching the back of his neck. I don’t believe him. “Yeah…” Press. “Well, I-” I was interrupted by my trusty phone. I pressed it to my ear, “Hello?” I wave goodbye as I continue my fake conversation. I’m still focused on making it look real, because I can sense him watching me. And suddenly I’m wet and I’m cold. “What happened?” A classmate named Godric sneers in my face. His friend Eric and Eric’s girlfriend Nora laugh next to him. Godric is holding an empty cup from Cumby’s, a gas station down the road a ways. I feel the drink seep into my clothes. “Did you spill something, freak?” I clench my jaw and try to push past him. Eric, his blond hair shining in the sun, grins wider and he looks a bit sadistic. Westman, I think that’s his last name. “Where do you think you’re going?” I waste no time. My right arm is pulled back, thumb in, elbow lined up. Eric falls to the ground clutching his injured face. “See you in Hell,” I mutter as I step around them. Dad won’t be happy. I manage to get in a few more steps, goose bumps rising as my soaked shirt clings to my skin. I feel sticky. “Hey! Are you alright?” Ben has managed to catch up with me again. I feel my eyes begin to burn. This happens every time; if something mood-wrecking happens to me, I won’t cry until someone asks if I’m okay. My shorts cling awkwardly to my thighs, making it harder to focus. “Madisyn?” When I turn around to address him, a rock drops from my chest to my stomach and something inside me breaks. Big, fat tears begin to roll down my cheeks and before I know what’s hit me Ben is hugging me close. I give in for once, and lean into him, trying to quiet my sobs. “Hey…it’s okay…look, you can come back to my house. You can borrow some clothes, and then…then you’ll be okay…” Ben strokes my hair as he croons comforting things to me. I feel something stirring in me, a warm swirling thing in my chest. I don’t care about anyone’s image right now, I’m too vulnerable. I let Ben lead me to his car, protesting weakly about getting his seats messy. Several minutes later, we arrive at a huge house. By then I’d stopped my senseless crying and had taken to staring out the window. When the car is parked into a place in a garage, I realize just what is happening. I must be crazy, I have to be. Silently we make our way into the large kitchen where the garage door led to. “Er…my room’s upstairs, third door on the right. I think it’s just us here…” “Look,” I say softly, “I should go, I’m sorry you…I’m just sorry,” I, Madisyn Angel- quick-thinking extraordinaire, am at a loss for words. I don’t know what to say or how to leave, and I suppose it’s because I don’t really want to. But I know I should, it’s the right thing to do. Since when have you been concerned about right? “No!” He blushes at his volume, “No…I-I want you to stay.” “I don’t think you do,” I say, glancing around the shining room. Parents like me around just as much as their children do. I’m sure the owners of this house have heard about the infamous Sinner, or at the very least , that wicked Angel girl. “Why do you think you’re so awful?” Ben asks suddenly, his brows furrowed. I look at him, a humorless laugh escaping me. “Because I know I am, that’s just a fact.” “You know what I think? I think you believe your something bad, that you tell yourself it’s true. You keep on telling me what you know, but what do you believe?” Ben is unbelievably close right now, his face hard. My throat is dry, so I swallow. “I believe…” I whisper, bringing our faces closer, “…that what makes us the same…is our difference.” I pull away before anything can happen and ignore his confusion. Now is the time to talk about what makes us the same. © 2012 AmandaAuthor's Note
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