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An Eye for a Bullet Chapter 31
"Avezedo is probably going to trash-talk me since I've missed so much of his class," I say as I wash the dishes. Breakfast was some scrambled eggs with cheese and sausages. Along with buttered toast and some jam."You'll just have to deal with it," says Dane as he dries the plates I hand him."I'd rather not," I remark. But I smile at Dane. He leans in for a quick peck and lays his hand on my ribcage. That spot seems to be somewhere we both like him to have his hand on. I like it because it makes me feel so safe, and Dane apparently likes it for some reason he hasn't told me. I'll ask him later."Well, we better get going," says Dane as he pulls away from the kiss."Okay," I say with a sigh. I walk out the kitchen with him and to the foyer where I left my stuff. My backpack as well as his sit crumpled on the ground slightly. I reach down and grab both. Turning to Dane, I hand him his."Thanks," he says. We walk out and head over to the car. The early October day is cool, and just a hi
An Eye for a Bullet Chapter 32
"You may not know this, or you may, but I didn't get my title of 'third most dangerous individual in the North American Continent' by sleeping around with degenerates like you," I say as I stand up. "And also, you should know," I say as I pull out my phone, "that everything you just said has been recorded by Mia and Ves who are listening to everything to what just happened," I say. I turn on my phone to show that it is in the middle of a call. "That's right!" says Ves from the other end, "so before you even think about doing anything to Reza, know that we have enough evidence to bring you to your knees." "So basically," I say as I step up to Avezedo whose eyes and mouth are wide open, "don't fuck with me. Or you'll not be able to scoop up anything from your little life that I destroyed again. I'll make sure of it." Avezedo's face changes from surprise to anger. His face turns a nice red, then to a magnificent purple. And a vein in his temple would burst with just a little
An Eye for a Bullet Chapter 33
After school, I walk with Dane to the parking lot. It's still raining. Great."We can run for it?" suggests Dane."I guess so," I say.My clothes didn't dry, so I ended up staying in my gym clothes. Securing my backpack, I nod to Dane, and we run across the parking lot to the car. The rainy water splashes and hits us as we do. Other kids run around and a few times we almost run into other running teens.But we make it. Dane fumbles with the key for a second before he unlocks the car and we hop it."Whew. That was wild," says Dane."Yeah," I say as I push back a lock of wet hair out of my eyes."I guess it's good that you're coming to my house, huh?" he says as he starts the engine."Do you have two showers?" I ask."Yeah. We can both get cleaned at the same time," he says as we pull out the parking lot."That's good. I wouldn't want to make you wait," I say."I would make you go first," he says with a grin."You wouldn't be able to," I say."I could pick you up and bathe you myself,"
An Eye for a Bullet Chapter 34
After dinner, and the dishes, we go over to the living room to just sit around and chill. I sit with him pressed to me, and his arm is around my waist. One of my arms is on his chest, and the other just rests in his loosely gripped hand. Watching TV has become out little pastime. We started watching a TV series that I honestly do not remember the name of. But it's got a lot to do with science and aliens, and some weird teen drama. I just watch it and mentally criticize all the things that seem unreal to me. "How is that even likely to happen?" I ask as we watch the protagonist's girlfriend come back to him after they both split for at least the third time, "They're obviously not meant to be together." "Maybe they are, which is why they split so much," says Dane. "What?" "Think about it. Sometimes even the most harmonious couples don't agree on everything, and they go through a little period of rose thorns," says Dane, his hand rubbing my arm, "but eventually they see past
An Eye for a Bullet Chapter 35
"You really can't stay today?" asks Dane as he walks with me to his car. "No. I need to get back to my apartment and check in on it," I reply. "I could wait until you finished checking in? It wouldn't take more than a couple of minutes, right?" says Dane, his brows knitted together. "No. It would take a while. I need to be thorough," I say. "But couldn't I spend the night then? I can go and grab some clothes and sleep in your living room or something," says Dane desperately. Turning to look at him, I see that he's really upset that I'm spending the night at my apartment. It's Sunday, and I told him that I would need to go back. It's only one day, or one night really, but Dane is more than reluctant to let me go back to my apartment. His whole body language shows his feelings. Not that they're not present in his voice. His whole body is leaning forward, and his palms face me. And not to mention how he's very close to me. Even though he's always close to me. "It
An Eye for a Bullet Chapter 36
Driving into the parking lot, I just manage to pull on my shoes. Not the ones that I used to break into the house with, but my tennis shoes. My black pants and shirt are folded up and sit in the bag next to me. One that I won't be taking to school. Now that we've parked, Ves can change. Jack was in the passenger seat, but he didn't want any cars passing by to see him half-naked. That would no doubt have raised a lot of questions. Coming to school was a part of the plan that I added on earlier yesterday night after I met up with everyone and we discussed our course of action. We originally thought of just taking the whole day to find the files, but I said how I wanted to be at school so I could be able to meet up with Dane, and not raise suspicion. Which is why we were pretty quick in searching the house and doing our little arson stunt. "So you didn't find the files?" asks Ves as she slips on a shirt. "No. But as you may have gathered, any files that were there are no
An Eye for a Bullet Chapter 37
Can't you just say sorry? The question they ask again and again like a broken machine. Or the audio they play at fares. When you sit by one of the rides for so long that the recorded voice is familiar to you like your shadow. They ask it again. And again. And again. I wish it would stop. But not really. Talking helps to not think of him. Only a little. But it's more than what I can ask for. For now, I can only pretend that I don't feel guilt for what I've done. I've never felt it before. But I want it to stop. Almost as if a chain were around my neck and dangling into my hollow chest, it holds me down. Not nicely. I want it to stop. Sitting at the mall's food court, I look at the table blankly. Pike sits with me as the other three go and buy whatever. He tries to make conversation, but I'm too short to keep it alive. But that's natural. I'm a killer. Harboring life isn't in my nature. Mentally or physically. "How is art?" asks Pike. I look up from staring at the table and lo
An Eye for a Bullet Chapter 38
Sitting in bed, I wait to see if whoever is ringing the doorbell has gone away. It's probably Ves or Pike. Maybe Mia or Jack. Or all of them. They've come around to pick me up to go to school, but I've skipped for about a week now. Maybe two. Days melt together when you don't have a routine.Ever since that day, I've been at home. I haven't even bothered to go out to shop. I just sit in my bedroom and sleep. And I go to the bathroom, and sometimes the kitchen to drink. But I hardly eat. Maybe an apple a day. Sometimes nothing.My phone I threw behind the couch and let the battery die. I don't care about talking anymore. To anybody. I just want to sit and die. And I'll never go back to school again. Ever.So I sit here and try to think of nothing. As my body slowly withers away.But whoever is ringing the doorbell is terribly persistent. Much more than anybody else who's come around to ring.I slowly turn my head to the side to look at the clock on my nightstand. It's ten in the mornin
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