My Guardian Angel(15)

“Get some real food!” he snapped.

“No!” I replied. He took out a bottle of water and turned to face me as he leaned against the counter.

“So did you get enough info for your latest book?” He began chugging the bottle.

“Yeah and I saw Jason there too.” I took a jab just to see what he’d say.

He watched me as he drank his water, his eyes narrowing. He finished the whole bottle and crushed it.

“That’s great,” he said through gritted teeth.

“I thought so,” I said triumphantly. I was such an instigator and I loved it.

“You know Kass, I'm just looking out for you. I'm not saying you shouldn’t date him, but he’s young and I don’t want to see you get hurt.” He watched me carefully, hoping he didn’t cross a line again.

“How do you know him anyways?” I asked. I had wondered since the day at the gym.

“He’s a regular there and we started talking. He’s a good fighter, knows his stuff.” Darios then stood straight and walked over to me. “You realize, you’ll always be my little sister right?” He smiled as he tried to mess up my hair.

“Shut up and go already, you’ll be late for work.”

He nudged me and headed out. “I’ll call you later this week. See how you’re doing.” He waved, not looking back.

“Whatever,” I said as he walked out the door.

Now what to do with this hoodie? I washed it twice and kept it preciously on my counter in my kitchen. Jason hadn’t called or texted since that day and I didn’t want to seem needy. A small part, a very small part of me, wanted to see him. Should I go to the gym? Should I show up at his work? Should I not act like a stalker and just text him? I was getting more stupid by the minute. Okay, a simple text should do it.

Me: Have ur hoodie here just wondering if it’s a present…lol jk do u want me to drop it off for u?



Oh my God, I'm a writer! How could I send just a stupid text? Is your sweater a present? What kind of text was that? God, I'm an idiot. I was berating my idiocy when my phone chimed.

Jason: Yeah sorry forgot it there. ill pick it up after work if that’s okay?

I looked at his text. It was dry, no humor or hint of anything. The little part of me who wanted to see him had gotten sad. Not because I wouldn’t see him right away, but because he probably didn’t want to see me the way I did him.

Me: Sure whenever you want, ill be home writing

I threw my phone onto the counter and grimaced at it. I lowered my shoulders and shuffled to my computer. I guess it was time to delve into the world of my vamps and escape from my reality.

A few hours passed and my phone chimed; I continued to write and ignored it. Well, tried to ignore it. My eyes drifted to it and saw it was only Genna.

Genna: Hey girl, want 2 go out for drinks later?

I hadn’t seen her or Tara since the night we went clubbing. So, I decided drinks were in order.

Me: Name the time & place ;-)

I waited

Genna: Little Branch on 7th Ave. 11pm

So now what was I going to wear? I waited a little longer for Jason, but he didn’t show. I decided to get ready for my night out. My killer combo consisted of a nice skinny jean, vintage t-shirt, lots of makeup and the perfect high heels. I was admiring myself in my full-length mirror when the doorbell rang. It was 10:30pm. He must have had a late shift. I skipped down the stairs and answered. Jason stood there in full uniform. Yum. He had a large smile, but it quickly vanished the moment he saw me all dressed up.

“Where are you going?” he asked without a hello, how are you, or how have you been? No, he went straight for the direct question.

“Out!” I answered, annoyed at him.

“Where out?” he asked as he stepped inside.

“I'm meeting my friends Genna and Tara for drinks.” Why am I explaining myself? I walked over to my counter, my heels tapping on my hard, wooden floors. I picked up his hoodie and extended my hand.

“Here!” I offered it to him.

He slid off his shoes and walked over to me. He took the sweatshirt and put it into his duffle bag.

“Working late?” I asked, his face telling me he was not happy.

“Yes!” he bit out. Wow! Someone was in a foul mood.

“Okay then,” I said as I walked back to the door. “Can’t keep the girls waiting.” He followed to where I was and put on his shoes.

“No, I guess you shouldn’t,” he snapped.

I set the alarm and he walked me out.

“If you tell me where you’re going, I could drop you off?” He pointed to his car, which was parked not too far away.

“It’s okay. I’ll wave for a cab. Well, goodnight, Jason,” I said as I ran down my steps. I waved down a cab that I saw was driving down my street and jumped in. I turned my head slightly and saw him still standing there, watching me leave.