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Authors: Nicole Thorn
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wouldn’t be trying this hard. And I would have taken the hint days ago and moved on. But that isn’t what I want from you.
Me: I’ve got nothing you’d want.
So, please just leave me be.
Hale: I’d just like a bit of your time. One day. After that, if you don’t want to speak to me anymore, I’ll never try again.
Tempting, but I didn’t believe him.
My phone rang and because I was stupid, I answered it. “Yes?”
“Hello,” Hale said, sounding far too pleased. “I decided that I’d rather hear your voice than a text tone. Your false annoyance is far cuter when I can hear the inflection.”
I sighed, “You’re trying so hard for something that you’re never gonna get. Why don’t you just hang up and go find another way to waste your time.”
He laughed. “Well, I would have, but what I find truly fascinating is how hard you’re fighting. It’s sparked an interest in figuring you out that is far too strong to shake at this point. So strange, you are. An innocent looking Lamb with some kind of darkness in her? How can I resist?”
The bubbles in my bath were starting to disappear and the water cooled. I wasn’t any closer to being relaxed than I was when I found my clothes gone.
I softened my voice and tried to sound as nice as I could, “Hale, it really is best for you if you let this go. I’m not the kinda girl you wanna get tangled with. It would get messy. And it would end with a lot of pain.” I didn’t mention that it would be my pain. Not his. I knew that if I let myself, I could grow to really like him. I wasn’t willing to do that.
“You keep proving to me that you are exactly the kind of girl I want to get tangled up with.”
“I’m hanging up now,” I said but didn’t do the action.
I heard his light breaths on the other side of the phone while he waited. “Are you?”
“Yes!” I snapped and hung the phone up. I sank into the cold bathwater and wanted to scream.
Now he wanted to know all my secrets. That made this so much more dangerous than before. The threat of friendship was one thing, but the real threat of him knowing what I was…that wasn’t acceptable.
At least I was safe for the weekend. He might have somehow gotten my number, but my address was a whole different matter.
I drained the bath water and got out. There was no use in trying to ease the tension now. But at least I had one more Hail Mary.
After I got dressed in my jammies, I headed out to the kitchen. Mom and Hadley were watching Brom Bones as he watched a cricket. His tail was thumping against the tile like he was trying to break it.
“Get him, Brom Cat,” my sister ordered him.
“No,” Mom said, “Get him in three minutes. I need that dollar for the vending machine at the store.”
The cat’s eyes were wide and they were glued to the cricket. He didn’t stand a chance and he had no clue.
“Rest in peace, Jiminy Cricket,” I saluted the little bastard and Brom Bones descended on him.
Mom cursed in a language I didn’t understand most of and slammed a dollar in front of Hadley. “Have it, brat.”
“Thank you,” Hadley ran it under her nose and inhaled before shoving it in her pocket.
Brom Bones was going to town on the cricket like it was his job and I walked over him and to the fridge. I pulled out the double chocolate cake. I threw in an extra handful of chocolate chips when Hadley was mixing the batter. I cut myself an insanely huge slice and took it back to my room so I could eat without shame.
I turned up my music to a volume that might get the police called and started in on my cake. All was calm and peaceful.
For five minutes.
My phone rang and I hit the ignore button. I knew who it was and I didn’t want him to ruin my cake as well as my bath.
But he called again.
And again.
And again.
On the sixth call in a row, I picked it up. “What!?”
“Hello to you too.”
I groaned. “Why do you hate me?”
I heard a dramatic gasp. “How could you think I hate
Me: I’ve got nothing you’d want.
So, please just leave me be.
Hale: I’d just like a bit of your time. One day. After that, if you don’t want to speak to me anymore, I’ll never try again.
Tempting, but I didn’t believe him.
My phone rang and because I was stupid, I answered it. “Yes?”
“Hello,” Hale said, sounding far too pleased. “I decided that I’d rather hear your voice than a text tone. Your false annoyance is far cuter when I can hear the inflection.”
I sighed, “You’re trying so hard for something that you’re never gonna get. Why don’t you just hang up and go find another way to waste your time.”
He laughed. “Well, I would have, but what I find truly fascinating is how hard you’re fighting. It’s sparked an interest in figuring you out that is far too strong to shake at this point. So strange, you are. An innocent looking Lamb with some kind of darkness in her? How can I resist?”
The bubbles in my bath were starting to disappear and the water cooled. I wasn’t any closer to being relaxed than I was when I found my clothes gone.
I softened my voice and tried to sound as nice as I could, “Hale, it really is best for you if you let this go. I’m not the kinda girl you wanna get tangled with. It would get messy. And it would end with a lot of pain.” I didn’t mention that it would be my pain. Not his. I knew that if I let myself, I could grow to really like him. I wasn’t willing to do that.
“You keep proving to me that you are exactly the kind of girl I want to get tangled up with.”
“I’m hanging up now,” I said but didn’t do the action.
I heard his light breaths on the other side of the phone while he waited. “Are you?”
“Yes!” I snapped and hung the phone up. I sank into the cold bathwater and wanted to scream.
Now he wanted to know all my secrets. That made this so much more dangerous than before. The threat of friendship was one thing, but the real threat of him knowing what I was…that wasn’t acceptable.
At least I was safe for the weekend. He might have somehow gotten my number, but my address was a whole different matter.
I drained the bath water and got out. There was no use in trying to ease the tension now. But at least I had one more Hail Mary.
After I got dressed in my jammies, I headed out to the kitchen. Mom and Hadley were watching Brom Bones as he watched a cricket. His tail was thumping against the tile like he was trying to break it.
“Get him, Brom Cat,” my sister ordered him.
“No,” Mom said, “Get him in three minutes. I need that dollar for the vending machine at the store.”
The cat’s eyes were wide and they were glued to the cricket. He didn’t stand a chance and he had no clue.
“Rest in peace, Jiminy Cricket,” I saluted the little bastard and Brom Bones descended on him.
Mom cursed in a language I didn’t understand most of and slammed a dollar in front of Hadley. “Have it, brat.”
“Thank you,” Hadley ran it under her nose and inhaled before shoving it in her pocket.
Brom Bones was going to town on the cricket like it was his job and I walked over him and to the fridge. I pulled out the double chocolate cake. I threw in an extra handful of chocolate chips when Hadley was mixing the batter. I cut myself an insanely huge slice and took it back to my room so I could eat without shame.
I turned up my music to a volume that might get the police called and started in on my cake. All was calm and peaceful.
For five minutes.
My phone rang and I hit the ignore button. I knew who it was and I didn’t want him to ruin my cake as well as my bath.
But he called again.
And again.
And again.
On the sixth call in a row, I picked it up. “What!?”
“Hello to you too.”
I groaned. “Why do you hate me?”
I heard a dramatic gasp. “How could you think I hate
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