Chapter 33 - Game day
*A/N : Did slight bit of changing at the end of the last Chapter.* Â E N J Â O Y
READ MY NOTE AT THE BOTTOM.
My eyes opened, and as I blinked my vision slightly clearer. I heard my stomach grumble loudly like there was nothing in it. And there wasn't. I was feeling really hungry. But why? Tomorrow is my feeding day and I'm sure I had taught myself to control my hunger issues already. No, apparently not because all that was on my mind was Chad. Oh how his Vampire flesh and blood would taste so delicious right now.
Sniff. Sniff.
My nose was picking up something that smelt ever-so-familiar, and definitely edible. Hmm, where was it coming from? I could just grab it because it smells so strong to my nose. I lifted my nose higher into the air, sniffing like a hungry dog, and automatically moving my head to the side as it was coming from right beside me.
I stopped the sniffing the second my eyes landed on Chad that was sitting next to me, driving. But the embarrassing part of this all was that he was probably looking at me the whole time, while I was sniffing like some weirdo wannabe dog. I think I blushed a little at that. Yet I was confused as why he was covering up his nose with the collar of his dark blue hoodie. The look on his face was telling me that something was either smelling really delicious that he had to cover his nose, or that something was smelling really off and he wanted to gag because it smelt so rotten that he could pass out at any second.
"What?" I snapped with annoyance.
He snaps his head back onto the road and doesn't look at me again, but continues to block his nose with his hoodie. Rude.
I frown but then the same delicious smell waffles through the air again and I can't help but sniff and sigh out loud. I look to see if Chad had noticed my pleasurable face I was showing but I lose control as my eyes catch his exposed arm that was busy steering the wheel. It was a foolish move because it only increased my hunger that was ripping me inside like a tiger trying to escape a cage. My bottom and top teeth began to sharply poke each other inside my mouth, and the devastating--or rather dangerous--moment was when the car rocked and my teeth bit into my tongue. I tasted my own blood and to be honest, it was surprisingly tasty.
A hissing sound was coming from next to me, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that Chad was probably looking at me right then. I turned and locked eyes with his beautiful emerald-grey eyes. He was taking in huge amounts of air from how his shoulders rose up high and went back down in shaky movements. Was he breathing me in?
Smiling to myself, I watched his next movements that he made, when he tore his gaze off of me and held a big breath, with his shoulders stopping high-up. Then he used the hand that held up his dark blue hoodie, to push the sleeve of the hoodie back down his arm, so that no more skin of his delicious arm was showing. Was that a way of telling me that I should stop looking? He then held up the collar of the hoodie back to his nose and let out that breath of air he kept in.
We both began to frown and look to the road before us. The delicious smell of him was getting too much and I started to get aggravated. However, as much as I loved the smell of Chad, I had to force myself to mimic Chad with blocking my nose with the sleeve of my own shirt.
It did help me a lot, though it didn't exactly block out all the intoxicating smell of him. But it did help my sharp teeth to retract. I looked in Chad's direction again and caught him looking at me as well, smiling slightly. I don't know what happened but we both suddenly started to laugh. It felt good to have a laugh with Chad. Made me feel less unwelcomed in he's presents, which to me is a good thing. A very good thing.
Once our little moment died down, we stared into each otherâs eyes and time seemed to stand delicately still. So delicately that I was hoping nothing would interrupt us. But of course he had to break contact, due to the fact that the car was still driving, and there were other cars on the road. I sighed. At least we shared two moments together, I thought. We went back to blocking out each otherâs smells, and letting the silence of the car take over. I didn't mind because I got to thinking about how I had suddenly landed up in Chad's car, I mean, last thing I remember correctly is Chad racing off to go track down Clayton, then me seeing a dark cloaked figure on the porch.
My eyes went big the second I realized that I had seen the dark figure again, on the same day it had threatened me in it's weird language. But what had happened after that? Why am I sitting in Chad's car and not attacking that son-of-a-bitch?
I needed answers, and I needed them now!
"Why am I in your car?" Okay, I know that maybe I had screamed it a little too loudly, but I wanted to know what happened.
The car weaved out of line at my outburst, causing passing cars to honk at us, and making Chad swear loudly back at them.
"What the fuck was that for?! Why'd you scream like that?" he yelled back at me, frowning.
"I don't understand--" I paused when I realized I was still yelling loudly. Clearing my throat, I lowered my tone, "Sorry, that was unnecessary. I just wanted to know how I landed up in your car. I'm very confused right now. Maybe you can fill in the missing information."
"What do you last remember?"
"I remember us fighting. I remember stabbing some sense into you and that stupid head of yours. Then after that you left in a hurry. And then that dark figure came back."
"Wait, what do you mean 'that dark figure came back?' What dark figure? Did you get a look at his face? You need to tell me."
"That was what I was trying to tell you, before you destroyed the kitchen and took my words the wrong way, assuming Clayton had came over and--" I coughed, "scared me." Biting the inside of my mouth, looking away, I said, "But the real story is, a dark figure came into the living room early this morning, wanting something or someone. Obviously me. I had no idea what's its intentions were--so don't bother asking. All I know is that I wanted to kill that thing before it most probably would come back and--and," I paused. Steal my face or something.
An outburst of laughter comes out from Chadâs mouth.
Rage burns up inside of me and I punch him hard into his arm. "Why are you laughing?! Are you insane or something?!" I almost cry out. He's so mean!
"Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean---wait stop hitting me---" he orders, amusement shining brightly in his eyes. Yet I continue to punch him in his arm. "Look I'm sorry that I laughed like that," he says seriously and then his face scrunches up, looking like he desperately wanted to laugh some more. "But your thought's were so funny!" he laughs out again. I groan, feeling ridiculous. "Why the hell would you think someone would steal your face?"
I let my face fall into my hands, ashamed. I should have known better than to think when I'm around Chad. I moaned out loud when Chad continued to laugh. Shaking my head, while it still rested in my hands. "No . . . stop laughing." I murmured. My cheeks must at least be flaming red at this point of sheer embarrassment.
"I'll s-stop laughing, if you tell me why you thought that." Chad managed to say in between laughs.
I groaned some more, despite knowing that it was doing nothing to help me. "No! I will not! And don't try to hear for more of my thoughts." I said with frustration.
"Hmm, and if I tickle it out of you?" He challenged with a smirk.
My head snapped up and I gave him a hasty look. "You wouldn't."
Unfortunately his hand was already snaking their way towards the curve of my stomach. I gave an "Eeep!" when his fingers started tickling my soft spot. "Stop, stop, pleeeaase!" I pleaded in between fits of laughter.
"Okay, I'll stop." He stopped the tickling but lingered his hand by my soft-spot for a moment. The silence enveloped us. "Sorry for that." Chad apologized in a mutter. I looked at him and almost smiled at how cute he looked.
I bit my lip. Knowing what I was going to say next, would make Chad look at me differently. I had a gut feeling it would. "I'm . . . I'm---gosh I can't believe I'm about to admit this," I mutter, confusing Chad. After a long pause, I say, "Look, you were right okay. I was scared. That visitor--that dark figure--yeah, it made me scared. You happy?" I blurt out, frowning. Feeling angry towards Chad. "I hate you now."
"You hate me?! Me? Why? Because I was right?"
"Yes!" I shout. Chad's jaw clinches. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"
"WHY?" Chad shouts over my voice.
"You dummy! I hate you because you know me so well!"
Chad takes a moment to take in my words. "Well, I hate you for being so predictable!"
Taken aback, I gasp, still frowning. "I hate you for being bipolar!"
"Oh, I'm the bipolar one?" Chad turns to face me. "Have you looked in the mirror lately? God! I wished I recorded all the times you were---"
I cut in. "Excuse me?! Don't you tell me I'm the one that's bipolar!" Screaming over his voice. "You are always frowning at me like I've done something so terribly wrong here!"
He outbursts with angered laughter. "If you weren't so darn innocent and gullible, you could see how many guys are just dying to take you to bed with them!"
"I'm not gullible---" I pause. "Wait, what?" My voice calms. He says nothing. "No, tell me what you said. Chad, tell me what you said." I command.
His fingers grip the steering wheel. "You. . . urgh, you just don't notice it, but a lot of guys have an overly imagination about your body."
I slowly nod. Understanding clearly. "Oh because of your mind reading and all. . ." I murmur. "I guess there are some perks for mind reading." I chuckle.
"This is not funny, Sasha! Do you think I enjoy hearing other guyâs thoughts?" Chad continues to yell. "No! Because itâs like every day I feel the need to rip those--those human's throats open, so I don't have to hear. . ." He trails off, seriously pissed off.
"What do they think about my body?" I question, despite knowing he'd be more pissed--if that was even possible.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
I twirl my fingers around a strand of my fringe. "I j-just would like to know, okay. I wasn't given the awesome ability to read minds like you did." A lot of my jealousy was arising.
"Pffft, I wish you could have them." He mutters, turning a street corner.
"What, so it's really that horrible to have mind reading?" My tone unconvinced.
"Yes!" He replies with irritation.
"Really?"
"Fucking hell, Sasha, yes!"
I hide a smile behind my angered expression. "You're lying!" I intrigued.
"Oh, am I lying when I tell you that those humans think about 'how they're going to undress you and bed you'?" My nose wrinkles up. "How hot your ass would look getting spanked'?"
Guys are assholes! Maybe not having the ability to read minds was a great thing. "Ew! I'm a virgin."
The car abruptly stops. I jerk forward, nearing hitting my head on the dash board. Cars behind us slamming their brakes in time, honking.
"What? You're still a virgin?"
I frown. "What do you mean 'still a virgin'? Of course I'm still a virgin. Did you think that I was just some slutty bimbo that slept around with everyone at school?" His eyes don't meet mine. Instead it dances around like he was trying to figure out a math problem. "Oh my god. You thought I was a slut, didn't you?" My blood boiled.
"What, no." Chad quickly says. "I mean, not a slut."
"But . . .?"
Chad's eyes rank slowly over my body, making me uncomfortable to start fidgeting. His eyes go back onto the road when he says, "But definitely not a virgin."
I look down at my body. Lifting my eyebrow. "I am a virgin."
"Could have fooled me." Chad's hand goes to the glove box and pulls out a loose cigarette. Exhaling smoke from the lit cigarette, I grab it out from his fingers.
"So you can tell between a virgin and a girl that's had sex before?" I ask, inhaling for the first time.
"You're not inhaling properly," Chad points out with amusement. "And yeah, I can. And you don't look like a virgin. Especially not after. . ." he clears his throat. A far look was in his eye as if sharing a private memory inside his mind.
Red arises at my cheeks. Somehow I knew he was referring to yesterday evening when things got a little carried away. Blame the wild thunder.
Also clearing my throat, I say, "Where are we going anyway?"
"We're driving to my game." replies Chad taking the cigarette back.
"Uhm?"
"You do know that it's my football game today, right." He questions skeptically.
No. I chuckle. "Of course I did, pffft, why would I not remember." I lie.
"You totally forgot. I knew you did." Chad argues. Amusement sparkling in his eyes.
"I--I did remember. You've been going on about it for weeks, how could I have forgotten, Chad?" I sound so unconvincing. I mentally snort.
Pulling into a parking space, we were now in school ground. We both get out the car with Chad continuing. "Just admit it, you forgot, and--and I promise to let it go." He blackmails.
"No! Stop blackmailing me!" I playfully frown, crossing my arms over my chest. Chad opens the entrance door for me, chuckling. The hallways empty. "Where's everybody?"
Chad shrugs. "Outside waiting for the game to start."
"Uhm? But Chad?"
He looks at me. "Yeah?"
"What about how I mysteriously landed up in your car?"
"Oh that--I mean, you sure you don't remember anything?" He questions, avoiding eye contact. In reply, I shake my head. "Well just know that he won't be bothering you again." And with that Chad walks off in the direction of the guyâs locker room, leaving me bottled up with questions.
"I didn't say it was a 'He'." I voice my suspicious thoughts to an empty hallway.
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Ohhh Chad is hiding something from sasha!!! What do you think?
MY NOTE TO CHAD FANS!!!
Many of Chad Fans are like begging me to 'pleeeaase write Chad's P.O.V'. I really wanted to when I wrote chapter upon chapter. However, I already made an oath to this story in the very beginning that I'm going to keep this story only based in Sasha's P>O>V>. Sorry to be a spoiler here, I strongly know how much you girls are just dying to know what Chad has going on up in his head about Sasha -- BUT since I know my characters from top to bottom, inside and outside out, I'll give you ONLY ONE hint about what Chad thinks about Sasha. To find this hint, it will be posted in brakets and stars like this --> *( hint )* in the next chapter. So look out of it ;)
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