Addicted

Chapter 20

 I strummed my fingers against the steering wheel, and twirled my hair around my finger.

"Shut the fuck up, Kat. It's not funny! Why did you tell him to invite him? He's such a dick! Now I'm going to have to put up with his fucking attitude all night."

She grinned at me. "You like his fucking attitude, I think."

I groaned. "No, I don't. If Sam is minus a best friend after tonight, it's your fault."

 She rolled her eyes as we pulled up to the mini golf park. I glanced around as I got out of the car. There was way more than just mini golf.

"Wow," was all I had to say.

There was laser tag, bowling, a few small carnival rides, and I'm sure a lot of games on the inside of the building.

 A huge Clown head was smiling down at me from the top of the building.

"That's creepy." I told Kat, pointing at it.

She glanced up, and shuddered. "Agreed. I hate that thing. I try not to look at it too much when I come here."

I followed her, clicking the button that locks my car. "How could you not look at it?" I asked, staring at it. "It's like a train wreck. I can't look away."

 "Well, you should before you-"

 Too late. I ran into something hard, almost falling backwards from the force, but two strong arms wrapped around me, steadying me.

 I looked up to thank my savior but the words stuck in my throat. I could hear Katrina laughing softly off to the side. My eyes were locked onto the blue ones, as I held my breath, feeling his strong arms locked around my waist. Why did it feel almost familiar?

 He gently let me go, and I stepped back, letting my breath out.

"Um..thanks." I replied, glancing at Katrina.

She was standing next to Sam, who was a couple of feet away from Colby. She shrugged and grinned. "I told you to watch out."

I glared at her. "A little too late huh?"

"Hey, don't be mad at me because you weren't watching where you were going. Besides, Colby made sure you didn't fall, like you normally do."

 I glanced back at Colby who was staring at me with those damn eyes, then looked to the ground. "Yeah, he seems to be doing that a lot." I mumbled quietly to myself.

 I heard a hushed, deep chuckle, and I jerked my head to the side, catching a smile cross Colby's face before it quickly faded away. There was no way he heard me.

 "You should do that more." I blurted out, without thinking.

 He looked at me confused. "What?"

Damn it. I was stuck now.

 "Um...Laugh...or smile. Either one."

He only stared at me, making me forget what I was saying. "I smile." He replied, with a straight face.

 I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing so hard, I could barely breath.

 "Y-yeah, I'm s-sure you d-do!"

"Hey, what's so funny back there?" Sam and Kat were in front of us, walking ahead, when they stopped and Sam yelled back.

I only laughed harder, holding my stomach. Colby looked at me like I had lost my mind.

 "She's crazy." He said to Sam, nodding his head at me. "Certifiable."

My laughter was dying down now, and I wiped the tears from my eyes.

 "So what's so funny Chloe?" Kat asked, walking back over to us with Sam.

 "He said he smiled." I pointed at Colby, who had a mad little look on his face, and was biting his lip.

 Sam started laughing then. "Brother, I didn't think you would start the jokes this early on the date."

 "This isn't a date." Colby and I said in unison.

"Whatever you saaay," Sam replied, grinning. "Come on, let's get in there." He grabbed Katrina around the waist and lifted her with ease, swinging her around before putting her down.

 She squealed like a little girl and giggled. I smiled watching them. It was nice to see her happy....even if I was sure that Sam was in a gang. He took her hand in his and they started walking, while Colby and I stood there awkwardly.

 "You guys coming?" Sam asked, without turning around.

"Come on." Colby growled out, walking ahead of me.

 "Well, that didn't last long." I said under my breath, following him.

He stopped in his tracks, until I caught up to him. "Sorry." He muttered and walked more slowly, beside me.

 I had a feeling that this was going to be one long confusing night. I admired him from the corner of my eye, while we were walking.

Black ripped skinny jeans again, the silver chains hanging down the side, but he was wearing a white collar shirt with dark blue stars around the collar. White looked good on him. He was wearing a black snapback but I could see the blue and almost black locks of hair on his forehead. He looked good. Really good.

 His head jerked to the side so fast, I didn't have a chance to look away. Instead, I tripped over my own feet.

 "Damn, do you ever stop trying to kill yourself?" His voice was irritated and rough, as his hands shot out and grabbed me, once again keeping me from hitting the concrete.

Apparently he was my own personal rude ass savior. What kind did I really expect to have though?

"No, I don't. It's a personal hobby of mine. Seeing how many times I can bust my ass in a day. You're messing up my record by constantly grabbing me. Ohhhh..."

The bruises. When he grabbed me to keep me from falling off of Mike's bike. Those were his finger prints on my skin.

"What? What is it?" He said impatiently. Like I'm supposed to tell him what I'm thinking.

"Chill." I said, glaring at him. "I found some bruises on my arms this morning and I-"

He grabbed my arms and started trailing his fingertips over them, leaving a scorching burn where he touched. Only it was weird, because his hands weren't hot. They weren't cold, but they were definitely colder than they should be.