Chapter 35: Afternoon Intruder
Being tired was just an excuse, however it seems the excuse became reality.
As soon as I made my way to my room my body seemed heavy and I just wanted to lay down and close my eyes.
When I do lay down it feels like I barely blinked and next think I knew the alarm clock on the side of my bed was displaying the time as 2:32 pm.
Groggy and confused I sit up and rub my eyes.
Did I really sleep for that long? It feels like I barely slept at all.
I feel warm thought and a bit sweaty.
An image of how Levi looked earlier pops into my head without permission.
I shake my head as I get up and head towards the bathroom.
Even though I took a shower last night I suddenly feel like taking one again.
A cold one that’ll wake me up and wash away this weird feeling.
Twenty seven minutes later I walk downstairs in a large oversized white t-shirt and a pair of red short and my towel handing around my shoulders. My hair hangs down loosely in damp messy waves.
As soon as I’m downstairs I notice someone who is definitely not my mom just causally lounging on the living room couch.
I glare at the back of the intruders head as I take in the sight of dark blonde hair that’s long enough to reach just a little past the nape of the neck.
“Did you break into my house?” I mumbled out as I walk towards the couch, shoving the person slightly to the side before sitting down next to them.
Silas gives a lazy smile. “Your mom let me in.” He tells me.
I narrow my eyes at him in disbelief. “Oh, did she?” I asked.
Silas smirks before saying probably as loudly as he possibly can. “I’m so hurt that you would think that I would break into your house. I promise I knocked on the door and your mom let me inside. I’ve only been here for maybe fifteen minutes at the most.”
I open my mouth to say something but before I can I hear a sound coming from the kitchen“Rin, be nice to your guest!” My mom's voice booms out from the direction of the kitchen.
My guest? I don’t remember inviting him over... I don’t say that out loud though.
“Yeah, be nice to me.” He whispers as he leans so close to me that all I can smell is the subtle lemon-honey scent he gives off. He then flicks me in the forehead before leaning back, tilting his head and giving me that damn boyish smile.
Are the Whittenbeck twins just trying to drive me crazy today?
“Why are you even here? Just go away if you came here to cause me trouble.” Just as I’m about to flick him back my mom walks in with a bowl of Taro chips in one hand and a plate of sliced watermelon in the other hand.
“Rin Arabella Rodriguez, you better not be bullying that poor boy again!” My mom scolds as she puts the snacks down on the coffee table in front of the couch.
I gape in disbelief. Me bully him? Are you kidding me? Since when did I even bully Silas and how could anyone ever call him a ‘poor boy’? “Mom! I’m not bullying him!”
My mom replied back speaking in Japanese. I regrettably never learned Japanese because I was too lazy and uninterested in it when I was young, however I know enough from her tone and the matching icy glance that whatever she said means I should shut my mouth now.
I do just that, closing my mouth and putting my head down a bit in embarrassment. Even though I’m not looking at Silas I can imagine the humored look on his face now.
“Well, it’s time for my to meet up with MiMi to go to the flee market. You, behave and don’t cause trouble for Silas.” My mom then says.
I look up at her as soon as I hear the words MiMi. MiMi is what we call my grandmother. “You’re going to the flea market with MiMi? I want to go too!” I say feeling excited since I haven’t seen MiMi in awhile since she lives a few towns away.
“No. Silas has been patiently waiting for you to wake up so you can work on your school project. Besides,” she pauses as she looks at my appearance. “you’re not even dressed to leave the house.”
I sigh as I look down again, trying not to pout but I’m sure my expression gives away my disappointment.
My mom pats me on the head. “You can go next time.” She says in a gentle tone. “I’ll be off now so be good!”
As soon as she leaves something clicks in my head.
“School project? What school project? We don’t have a school project.” I say confused as I look to Silas. “Why did you-”
He presses the palm of his hand against my mouth for a moment to stop me from speaking. “We need to talk.” He replies.
I grab his wrist and pull his hand away from my mouth. “How can we talk if you’re going to do that? Jeez. You could have just said that without manhandling me.”
Silas rolls his eyes before running a hand through his hair. “Anyways, we need to talk.” He repeats.
I roll my eyes right back at him. “Then talk.”
He leans close to me again. “Since our date last night was ruined, come out with me tonight.” His words are so quiet that I naturally can’t help but lean closer to hear him better.
“Why should I?” I answer just as quiet.
“Because you like me.” His words are blunt and catch me off guard.
I sigh in protest as I lean back away from him now. “Oh, do I?”
“If you don’t then why did you kiss me on your own accord?”
He has a point, but I don’t know if I’m ready to fully admit it just yet.
“It’s not like I’m not asking you out on a date if that’s what you’re worried about. My band is playing tonight at Murphey’s.” He then tells me.
Murphey’s in a decent sized bar on the outskirts of town. They allow minors but only on weekends. I went there once with Levi when we were freshmen but haven’t been back since.
I shake my head. “I don’t know.”
“Please,” Silas murmurs as he glances down at me. He moves closet and I move back until my side hits the edge of the couch. He leans over me as I lean my body back away from him.
The scent of honey-lemon surrounds me again. As I stare into his pleading eyes I feel myself start to waver.
He tugs at the towel hanging off my shoulder. “You’ve never seen me play with the band. It’ll be fun.”