8: C8 Chapter 8 - Park

C8 Chapter 8 - Park

*Pryce’s Point of View*

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I am in a place that I shouldn't be. Clarkson Park. And it's already 7:10 in the evening.

I'm inside of my car, deciding if I should go out or not. Well, who the hell knows what's out there? Maybe that freak was just making fun of me, or she wants to murder me.

Why did I decide to go in here after all? It's just so stupid of me.

But then, I chose to open my door and bring with me a baseball bat, just in case of an emergency. And I left the engine of the car running so that there will be lights in the headlights of my car. Why is there no light around here now?

This place was supposed to be so busy. I still remember when I was still a kid, we used to visit this place at least once a month. That was when my mother was still with us. I miss you so much, Mom.

I walked a small distance to get to a nearby bench and sat there for a while.

“Maybe I was too early. Oh, God, help me!” I whispered to myself while trembling.

Where the heck is that freak?

The moon was not out because maybe it's a new moon. So, that means that there are a lot of stars in the sky tonight.

Then I was startled when I heard something from the bushes in front of me, but I was relieved when it was just a small rabbit. And just as I remembered that this park is near the woods.

Sh*t, I should go home now. What if this is just a prank? I swear she will not see the sunlight ever again if she will not show up right now.

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Another minute passed, and some bugs were biting me. You are lucky that I didn't bring with me a freaking bug spray.

And I hope that there are no venomous and wild creatures around here, or worse, junkies. If so, my bat won't miss their faces. I will really break their bones if I need to.

But I don't want to think anything that will make me afraid, so I will just think about how I will kill that freak tomorrow if she will not show up tonight, and how I will kiss and hug her if she does. Wait, what? Kiss? Hug? Sh*t, I'm not thinking straight anymore tonight. Well, never had been since we met.

What does that girl have that she made me dream of her every night since the day at my bookstore?

In my dreams, I usually see that I wake up on my bed with her on top of me, and she's smiling her sweetest smile that she always wears on her beautiful face. She has those damn beautiful green eyes that I love to stare at and get drowned with. That doesn’t mean anything, right? It's just a dream, but a silly dream. Us? Lovers? Impossible!

How will it even happen if I hated her so much, and she feels the same way? But I'm so grateful that we will be classmates and especially seatmates for the whole year. But still, I want my revenge. Nobody ever treats me that way, and at the same time, nobody has ever made me feel this way. Ugh, Blair, why?

Blair. What a beautiful name. I wonder if she has a second name. Well, I'll just look at the records tomorrow.

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When I looked at my phone to see that it's already 7:25 pm, I decided to stand up, and I will just go home.

I better start thinking of a plan of how I will murder her tomorrow. No, I'll not harm her. I'll just have a small talk with her about ditching me and nothing more. Yep, that's it.

“How brave of you to show up in a place like this, Ba---”

I think my soul had just escaped from my body, and I didn't notice that I had hit the person directly on her head with my baseball bat.

“F*CK, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!! SH*T! Argh!!!” It was Blair shouting on top of her lungs at me.

Then hastily she sat beside me on the bench while covering her eyes and forehead with both of her hands.

What did I do? Damn, the murder thing was almost accomplished.

“Gosh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to... you just scared the hell out of me!” I belted while sitting beside her and letting the bat fall to the ground.

Then I tilted my head and put my hand to her head to see if she was okay.1

“Fudge, it's so freaking hurt,” she uttered, a little bit calmer now, and she lifted her left hand. I took a look at it only to see that there's blood in it.

And she cursed, “F*ck!”

I don't know that this girl does a lot of cursing.

“I'm truly so so sorry. Come on, let's clean that up and put some ice on it.” I said with a lot of concern in my voice.

I truly am sorry for what had just happened to her. I'm such an idiot.

“I'm fine,” she replied and stood up.

I stood up as well then I grabbed her hands, and I felt electricity flowing through it, so I let it go immediately.

And I think that she had felt it too because she shook her hands. But then, I grabbed it again, and I felt the same way as before. I did not let it go this time, and I dragged her to my car.

“Come on, let's clean that up and put some ice before it swells and will turn into a bruise,” I stated as I opened the passenger seat and let her get in.

“I said, I'm fine. And... where will you get a piece of ice from an abandoned park, Babe?” She finally spoke, and I think my heart skipped a beat as she called me ‘babe’ again. It's the same feeling when she called me like that back at the library and the classroom. Gosh, I am so whipped.

“Well, I just bought a lot of ice cream earlier, and I put it in a cooler at the trunk. And please, stop calling me babe.” I answered her, and the last part was a lie. Of course, I really want her to call me that always. No.

And I didn't notice that I just stood there frozen while I'm staring at her beautiful face. Now, I can see it clearly because I left the lights inside my car on, and I can see that I have hit the side of her left eyebrow so badly then up to her temple.

Damn, it is turning reddish now.

And as I was scanning her face, she cleared her throat to speak.

Oh, no, did she catch me staring too much at her?

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