“No, Rose. It’s not just that. It’s so much bigger than that.” I hear Sterling say and then the call ends abruptly.
Sheesh.
.............
What does he mean?
I sit on the couch next to Wesley. He’s watching a show on the TV. It’s one of his favorites, it’s called “The Flash”.
He has been obsessed with it from the very moment it was released. At a point, he even thought he could develop superpowers. I laughed way too hard at him then.
But now, I’m not so sure. If ghosts can exist, why not super-humans?
“Wesley.” I nudge him to get his attention.
I then look at him once more. Directly in his eyes. The bastard is smiling.I suddenly snap his wrist............I see his face turn from pink to red, I guess from the pain. His mouth makes an ‘O’ shape and his eyes widen bigger than I have ever seen them before.“Ahhhhh!” His scream takes over the entire house and Wesley jumps from his sleep.That should teach him how to respect me.Wesley looks alarmed, he looks around speedily; searching for the origin of the scream, and then his eyes lands on Sterling.“Oh my gosh! Bro, are you okay?” Wesley jumps to Sterling’s rescue.Sterling is breathing fast
“Sure, thanks for staying anyway. And thanks for not letting my rude boyfriend die from a broken wrist.” I say and everyone laughs.I’m not sure Sterling would have though, if he heard what I just said............Today is a new day. To be specific, the day of one of my midterms. I’m not nervous, it’s Liberal Arts. I always do well in it.I’m at school and the funny thing is that Sterling has this particular class too, along with Wesley.Wesley and Lizzie went home last night and left me with my mother and Sterling. It was a quiet morning. A very quiet one.Mom was occupied with work and Sterling pretended that I was invisible.Wh
I stand up.“Now what?” I ask him.He smiles cockily and I realize that today is going to be long day. ...........Sterling is a very confident guy, and he supervising the class is nothing for him. Sometimes I wonder whether he even has insecurities.His confidence is just rock solid.I have stood for about fifteen minutes with my arms crossed. Sterling has made it abundantly clear that he’s in charge. He has arranged everyone else’s seating order but mine.I’m the only one standing, and my feet are killing me.“Excuse me?” I say and Sterling looks over to me. For a brief moment I se
I turn around and I smile brightly.“How did sitting on the throne make you feel?” I say. I’m referring to him being supervisor today.He smiles softly.“Do not talk to me, Rosie.” His voice is calm and collected.What?.................“What do you mean ‘Do not talk to me’?” I ask him.He can’t be serious.“Exactly what those words mean, Rosie.” He says while maintaining his smile. He looked adorable at first but now he looks like a serial killer.I sigh loudly.
It don’t feel right with him. Maybe we were just meant to be friends.And that’s okay. .........“Oh, thanks man. And look.” Wesley calls for Zach’s attention.Zach looks up from his yellow notebook with enquiring eyes.“Yeah?”“Check your messages. I have double texted you man. It’s about the party at Zoe’s.” Wesley says to him.Party? Well, that’s a surprise.“Oh shoot. For sure man, I don’t check my messages often.” He says.“Yeah, obviously.” Wesley says with humor in his tone.
“You can leave now.” She smiles and returns to the computer on her desk and starts to type.“Good day.” I say and I walk out.............Well that was something.I have to tell Wesley! I take out my phone and ring him up quickly. He answers on the second ring.“Yello. What’s up?”Wesley says and I hear Zach rambling about beer in the background.“Tell Zach I don’t drink. I want the party straightly nonalcoholic.” I say.“That’s the not the reason you called, is it?” Wesley says and I smile.“Nope.” I say popping the ‘P’.
Everyone is staring at us. The smeared blood on Sterling’s shorts is really catching us a lot of eyes. ............I have never actually seen someone get beaten as badly as that guy got beaten.There was so much blood.I know they were rude and all, but I think Sterling went too far.That guy could have died. Sterling could have killed someone if I didn’t stop him.Am I dating a murderer? I doubt that, but I can’t also ignore that he has very bad anger issues and he needs to work on it.It’s like he enjoyed beating that guy up, and that’s not okay.
“Goodnight, mom.” I say. “After you.” I gesture for her to lead the way.She walks in front as I follow her. We part ways in the hallway. She goes to her room and I go to mine............It is now morning and I feel well rested. The sun is beaming through my silk curtains and the birds are busy chirping away.Light breeze blow from my half opened window, causing the curtains to lift in a slow, balanced pace.I look over at the blue clock on my wall and it says 9:25 AM.Holy crap! I’m going to be late for school.I jump out of bed with a fastness I never knew I had. I have to shower, brush my teeth, find somethi