here's my chapter:
Acrimony
I buttoned up my jeans, looking at Shaan still lying in bed. I couldn’t believe I actually got up before him for once. We usually crashed at one another’s houses and this night was no different. We were at Shaan’s house.
I tapped his foot and the boy shot up in bed. He glanced at the clock and cursed, jumping up and running towards the shower before I caught him around the waist, swinging him in a circle while talking to him.
“I’ll get you breakfast what do you want?” I asked.
“Just poptarts!” he yelled and continued into the shower.
I smirked and shook my head, watching him go.
I wish I had someone I could romantically be with, I mean Shaan’s a great friend but I want someone else, someone to be with in another way.
Walking down the stairs I shook the thought from my mind and went to the pantry, pulling out a box of poptarts, feeling the moment I picked it up that it was empty.
“Son of a bitch!” I swore and threw the flimsy cardboard box to the ground, anger bubbling up inside me from what felt like nowhere. I kicked the thing and balled my fists up at my side. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to quell the anger.
Nothing seemed to help, I was just happy Shaan’s parents had left for work already and were not here to listen to my outburst.
Shaan came down then, frowning at me, standing stock still from where I haven’t moved.
“You alright?” he asked quietly, picking up the box from the floor and grabbing himself a tastycake out of the box next to it for his breakfast.
“I’m just so angry,” I whispered.
Shaan bit his lip, still a foot or two away from me, standing there. He sighed and stepped closer to me, wrapping his arms around my neck and kissing me sweetly.
It snapped something awake inside of me and I kissed him back, my arms slipping around his waist to comfort myself and hold me to reality. “I don’t know why I reacted like that,” I whispered into his neck and he squeezed me back just as tightly as I squeezed him.
“It’ll all be okay Acrimony,” He said, though I’m sure he could tell that something was off with me. “I promise, besides, I have something awesome for your present that I know you’ve wanted for a while,” he winked at me and I smirked, standing up and detaching myself from him. “You didn’t think I forgot it was your birthday today did you?” He smiled and pecked my lips again. “We can talk about what just happened later, but we should get to school.”
I nodded, pressing my lips to his forehead once more before grabbing my keys and heading to the car, Shaan following right after me.
We got in and rode mostly in silence save for the music playing. Shaan was usually a little music whore, always wanting to be in control of what was playing and changing the song before it was even over most of the time but he let me pick today.
“Thanks for letting me control my radio,” I smirked at him.
Shaan merely rolled his eyes at me, “It was the least I could do.”
I parked the car and was about to get out when Shaan put his hand on my thigh, giving me pause. “What?” I asked.
“Don’t…just don’t think about earlier. I’m not sure what was wrong, but we can talk about it later, I promise I’m not ignoring it.” I nodded and we both got out, him going to see his cheerleaders and me heading towards my locker to grab my books for class since we barely had five minutes to spare.
I realized Shaan must think I was angry about something, that I said I didn’t know why I as acting like that because it was something I didn’t want to tell him when honestly, I just didn’t know what to say.
My hand instinctively went for my phone in my back pocket to send him a text about it but I realized it wasn’t there. “Damn,” I swore as I made my way back to the parking lot, realizing by now that I’d be at least a little late to class.
Just before crossing the second to last lane of cars, I saw Porter, a kid in the same year as me walking towards me in the street. I had this gut instinct that something was going wrong and so I looked left and saw a car speeding towards us, a car that didn’t even see Porter now bending over and picking something up out of the street.
“Shit.”
It was like time slowed down, I could see the car coming but the speed was greatly reduced. Porter was still bent over and I could now see it was a small black kitten he was picking up.
I ran forward, picked up the boy and kitten and kept going, time speeding up behind me as I dropped the boy and his kitten on the hood of my car, the car zipping past behind us and screeching to a stop.
There was no way Porter would have made it if I hadn’t gotten him out of the way, but how had I done it exactly? There wasn’t enough time.
The boys had gotten out of their car to make sure everyone was alright but I only had eyes for Porter, making sure he was okay before I felt something explode out of me.
“What the fuck Porter?” I growled out.
The boy’s eyes widened and he just stared up at me, holding the kitten to his chest as if to protect it from the oncoming storm.
“Why in the hell would you risk your fucking life for this stupid little cat,” I screamed, drawing a crowd by now but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but this rage that filled every bone and became a part of me. “You could have fucking died,” I spat.
“Of fucking course this would happen on my fucking birthday,” I hissed before storming off.
I just couldn’t be here right now.
December 14th, 2014 at 03:50am