Chapter Three
I can probably guess what you are thinking. “Wow, they just met a few hours ago and they are already kissing.” Or: “That would never happen.” Or even: “Classic teenagers.” I get it, I was just as surprised. Anyways, back to my sweet, seemingly un-real reality. Slowly he pulled away and opened his eyes, staring right into mine. He was looking for something, and knowing the classic teenage boy, it was more than another kiss. But Marcus wasn’t like that. I knew it, I could just kind of tell. He was looking for the same passion that lit up his usually closed off features. Our breathing was a little faster than usual as we stared blankly into each others eyes for what seemed like forever, verifying emotions for ourselves and looking for the same emotions in each others eyes. “Holy… Whoa.” I said timidly, snapping out of the trance his mysterious, golden-green eyes had put on me. He snapped out of his trance and smiled almost regretfully at me. “It was too fast, huh?” He asked quietly. I didn’t realize that I felt that way until he said it. In fact, until he had said it, I had been ready to kiss him again, a lot longer this time. I nodded slowly, I mean, we had just met. I knew I had over-the-average feelings for him, but that didn’t mean we should kiss after a few hours of meeting. Nope, sorry; as much as I’d like to….. He shook his head, cursing himself. “I couldn’t resist. It was there, it was mine for the taking. And I, being so greedy…” He laughed lightly at his joke and got up, wiping the dirt off his back pockets. I got up too, nodding, and he held my hand as we walked through what seemed like the enchanted forest. Vines grew up and along the trees; a faint mist was covering most of the ground. The little sunlight that shone through to the forest floor had barely just been able to sustain a few small scrub plants on the ground. To some it might have felt eerie, but to me, it was perfect. A few times I glanced over at him; some to see his handsome face, other times to read his facial expressions. There weren’t a lot of those, considering he chose not to express most of them out in the open. He was guarded, like he had held a big secret for a long time, and if he messed up, his whole world was screwed. Of course, that could just be my over-active imagination at work, doing some un-reasonable detective work again. “Where are we going? Do you even know, new boy?” I joked, breaking the silence and smiling to show it was a joke and not a dig at him. He looked over, smiling as well. Good, he understood it was a joke. Sometimes I say things I later regret, because they can be easily misconstrued or switched around into something negative, when it’s supposed to be completely positive. Obviously sarcasm is like a second, if not first, language to me. “Truthfully, I have no idea where the hell I’m going. I am just procrastinating to spend more time with you.” It was amazing how one little comment could make someone, aka moi, smile so much. I looked up; darkness was approaching, the golden sunset just starting to fade into the nothingness. It was a really good thing it was Friday, considering my curfew was later on Fridaysthan the rest of the week. Last thing I needed was mad, drunk parents. Maybe if I was late for my curfew, then they’d have an actual reason to hit me. Marcus looked at the sky, frowning. Blackness had settled over the ground, and we could barely see our feet, never even mind where we were stepping. Crap, I could not be late. They’d probably kill me this time. I wouldn’t doubt that from them. To tell you the truth, they have come pretty damn close to it before. Why should today be different? Why, because I met a boy? Yeah, not like I’d ever tell them that. There was about as much a chance of me telling them that as there was for a unicorn to come down and take us for a nice little ride on its back. Looking back at what I just stated, I wonder: “Where those people right when they said I was crazy?” Marcus looked over; seeming mildly concerned, but not worried the least bit. He seemed confident that he could protect me. Hmm, let’s see. Tall, skinny teenage boy against… Let’s say, a crazy murderer yielding an axe. Who do you think would win? “We need to stay here until the moon comes out and we can see where we are stepping. Until then, we can just sit here I guess.” He said, obviously at a loss as to what we would do in the time we were sitting around, waiting on the big ‘ole moon to come out. Sitting down on a not-so-comfy downed branch next to him, I leant my head against his bony shoulder. It was a nice feeling, sitting here with someone who loved me, in a dark mysterious forest. I obviously didn’t get that a lot. It was like a dream. Moving my head back a little, still resting it on his shoulder, it hit something that felt like… It was sticking out of his back. At first I thought it was his backpack, so I went and grabbed it to move it. It was hard in the middle, but the outside was soft and smooth. The thing didn’t budge, but I barely had time to move my hand anyways. “What is th-” I began to say, but Marcus pushed my hand away and jumped up suddenly. He looked mortified, nervous and a little angry. The whole mixture was really un-becoming on him, and just plain scary. I pulled my hand back to my side quickly, staring up at him. “It’s nothing.” He said unconvincingly. “The path is clear. Let’s head back.” He said in a stoic tone, turning down the path and walking away. He didn’t even look behind to see if I was following. I got up, not wanting to be left behind when he disappeared into the dark forest path. I didn’t like this Marcus; I really wished I hadn’t touched whatever the hell that thing was. What could it have been anyways?! Pain welled up inside of me; he had actually pushed my hand away then lied to my face. Couldn’t he trust me at all?! All that I knew as: That was the last time I was ever touching that thing without his permission.