The Blink of an Eye

Chapter 9

Three weeks had flew by, and they went by so fast, and I had soon enough found myself sitting at a bench in the park on a beautiful day, and Brandon happened to be sitting in front of me. We were just hanging out, to get to know each other more.

For the past three weeks, our socializing has been growing stronger, somewhere around the friendship range. I've been texting him more, and he's done the same in return, and we're starting to see each other more at school.

I still hadn't forgotten Michael, of course. But I'm starting to feel the need to not hang around him and his friends; it'll only make me worse. I still hang with Lola, though.

"So...you still haven't told your mom yet?" Brandon had suddenly asked, his green eyes twinkling in the sun, casting such a beautiful luster that made me want to drool.

"No. I just want to maybe try and stop, and then tell her once I break the bad habits." I tapped my fingers on the table bench, looking around awkwardly as it grew silent between the two of us. He cocked an eyebrow as he studied me, probably waiting for me to start up another conversation, since he did the last. I breathed out a sigh, rolling my eyes with a small grin.

"What's wrong?" He chuckled, flipping his sort of messy black hair.

"Ihate it when you look at me like that." I met eyes with him quickly and looked down at my occupied and busy fingers.

"Well, sorry. But last I checked, it's quite rude to talk to someone and not expect for them to look at you directly." He accused, cocking an eyebrow.

I slouched my shoulders, giving him the 'just don't talk' look, with a side of a smile, of course. He chuckle again and looked down at his wrist, staring down at his watch to seek the time.

I laid my eyes on him from the moment he did. He's such a popular junior at our school, why would he want to hang out with a druggie? Or, erm, that's what peoplethink I am. I'm not, of course. Like Michael, I just smoke and drink; nothing really harmful or dangerous in that.

"It's about ten to four." He announced, looking around again. I shrugged, not seeming to mind if we passed the time together...doing nothing.

I could just sit and stare at him for hours; he fascinates me secretly, though it'd be creepy to tell him that.

As we sat in silence, he gazed at me and grinned. "You know, I turn seventeen in a few days." He announced.

My eyes widened, my body straightening as I grew interested, I cocked an eyebrow as a response.

He nodded. "I turn seventeen. It's supposed to be cool and stuff, I'm having a party. Uh, would you like to come?"

I could feel sparks being set free in my stomach; he's inviting me to a party? HIS party? I decided to just keep my cool and nod as a response.

"Great...cause, you know, I'd love it if you come. I mean, it's supposed to be a spring theme since spring is on its way." He carried on, flashing a neat and sincere smile.

I nodded slowly, wondering why he was pestering on about what would be at the party. I mean, I don't mind. He could sit there and talk all day, hearing him is like music to my ears. But...I think he's doing it out of being nervous, but just disguising it with a smile every twenty seconds.

"I said I'd come." I confirmed bluntly with a giggle, interrupting him on one of his informative chats about the party still. He inhaled and exhaled, his body easing up.

I had then took out my cell phone and ran my fingers through my hair. As much as I'dlove to sit and talk with him for an eternity, I had to be back in time to help mom out for Sunday dinner. She'd probably flip a shit if I don't come back on time. "