CHAPTER TWO
“Shit!” I kicked the car tire when I saw the engine smoke. I took the cellphone out of the car so that could call someone but it died. When I look at it the battery is dead and I can’t charge it because the engine is dead too. Good, really, really, good. Bullshit!
I looked around, it is very dark because it was almost 11 PM and no one was passing by in this area. Why did I even think of making a shortcut? Taking short cut can’t help.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.
I just came from Blaze’s house. I just talked to Maggie and Margot. We had a good conversation about our coffee shop plan for the future when Yara gave birth. Since there is no work tomorrow, we talk about a lot of things.
I tried to find help though I know it was impossible. Nothing much goes through here because firstly there are no poles, secondly, it’s not really a passage. I started to lose hope and decided to walk when I saw a pair of lights coming. I go to my car and took the gun on my dash for self-defense.
The car stopped next to me and lowered its window and then the driver looked at me. He also turned on the light inside the car so it became clear to me who it was.
“Diana?”
“Wallace?” Fuck this fucking heart. It suddenly throbs fast when I saw Wallace. Oh, come on heart! Are we always like this when we see Wallace? We are no longer teenagers, come on! Wallace got out of his car and then approached me.
“What’s happened?” he asked.
“My car engine smoked and I don’t know why.” He approached the car and opened the bumper then looked at the engine. Why is Wallace hot even in the dark? Add to that the voice that will make you cringe with relish. What the fuck dirty mind? For a moment he looked at me.
“Overheat, it needs to be taken to the garage. I don’t have anything so I can’t fix it.”
“Is that so? Can I use your phone, I want to call someone for help.”
“I can drop you home.” I was secretly depreciated. I hate when Wallace is around. I can manage myself but not my heart. I don’t know but the real strength of his effect on me. “Diana?”
“Huh?”
“I said, I can drop you home.”
“What about my car?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll call someone to take this. Just take your important things.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, no worries.” I nodded and headed to the car. I grabbed my bag and when I returned the front of my car was already closed. Wallace was also talking on the cellphone while looking at me. He just nodded before dropping the call. “Let’s go.”
I took the passenger seat. I could hardly breathe with so much nervousness. Knowing that Wallace is seated next to me makes my heart beat so fast. I was only fifteen when I first met him. He and Cluster. They became friends with Dylan during Dylan’s first year. I’m the same age as Wallace but he said he came back twice in the first year because he went crazy so he and Dylan became classmates. Since then I have known him I have liked him.
“Why did you come here?” Later he asked.
“Short cut,” I replied.
“It doesn’t really help sometimes to be fast.” I just smiled at what he said.
“Thank you, it’s good that you passed.”
“This is where I always passed every time I go home. It’s quiet, and not very crowded at night because it’s dark because there’s no pole. Aren’t you afraid to go through here?”
“If to ghost, no, if, to man, Dylan give me his gun as a protection.”
“And you know how to shoot?” He laughs.
“Of course.” He just smiled at me.
Wallace is a nice guy. I don’t even know how they became friends with Dylan. He’s so manly, his adam’s apple perfectly fits in him. Added the tightening jaw. He is the right definition of Adonis and Adam. Adonis might even be ashamed of him and just give way. Well, that’s my opinion.
I was just shaken by what I thought. I love him since the first time I saw him and I keep him in my heart for more than a decade. Maybe if he wasn’t just Dylan’s friend I might have made a way to seduce him. I just don’t really want my brother to be mad at me or maybe what can he do to Wallace.
His phone rang so he immediately took it out of his pocket and answered.
“Yes, Dy?” “Yeah, on the way,” “Hemp, the —” he looked at me first and then looked back at the road. “The party drugs with me.” “Ok.” Then he ended the call.
“You’re taking with Dylan, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you talking about drugs?”
“It’s a supply, Diana, not for sale.”
“You’re just ruining your life.”
“I don’t want to argue with you, Diana, because I know you cannot understand,”
“Well at least help me to understand.” Coincidentally we were at a traffic light so he stopped and looked at me. He stared into my eyes and then looked at my lips. I also saw the tension of his jaw and the movement of the adam’s apple sign that he shallowed. Shit! Why he’s so fucking perfect?
“Wallace.” I tried to calm down. Even the truth is that I seem to melt under his gaze and I want to just hug him and kiss him. How many women can his lips make happy? Wherever the woman’s body could reach her lip. How delicious could he be to kiss?
“Diana?”
“Huh?”
“What did you say again?” He looked back at the road and drove again.
“I said help me to understand why you need to take drugs?”
“It’s for fun, Diana, for adding the excitement.”
“You can have fun, without that.”
“We have money, we can afford so I guess nothing’s wrong with that.”
“It’s ruining your life.”
“Huh?” he asked then laughed. “In what way, Diana? We earn money and we don’t spend it on bad habits, we still know what to prioritize.”
“But still, your mind is ruined.”
“Come on, Diana, don’t look at us like a low-class drug user who is often full of news. We use it because we have money. And so we work hard to make money to support our needs. Besides, we don’t hurt anyone and we’re not addicted-we’re the only ones who trip on ourselves. We haven’t stepped on anyone, we used drugs to have fun without getting hurt. It was just wrong because it’s illegal.”
Then he continued.
“See your brother, his priority is still to build a house and give charity to others than himself. If he used drugs because he wants to forget something or because he wants to live in his fantasy for the meantime to make himself happy.”
He looked at me again and looked back at the driver.
“Diana, we didn’t abuse ourselves like the way you thought. We’re also not like the addicts you often hear about in the news. We are users, but we are not an addict, which means we still know how to control ourselves.” He pointed to the sense while laughing. “We still used this because this is not a display. We are still being followed and not our habits.”
“Didn’t Dylan get disqualified from the game? It’s good he didn’t get caught using drugs while fighting.”
“He doesn’t use it when there’s a game, Diana. One week before the game Dylan is clean. That’s why he rarely fights.”
“Fine, I have nothing more to say.” I just looked out the window. Wallace and I are fine. We are friends, though sometimes I just can’t really avoid not feeling weird with him. Maybe it’s because of my feelings.
His phone rings again. I no longer looked but he put it on the loudspeaker. Maybe because he’s comfortable with whoever calls, it’s ok for him that I can hear.
“Yes, Cluster?”
“Dude, your woman is here again and she’s looking for you. I think she enjoyed your performance.”
“Shit!” He hissed and immediately turned off the call so I looked at him. Honestly, I was hurt for no reason. I like him, no, I love him but I know that’s all I can do. “I’m sorry, I mean — shit, it’s not what you think, Diana.” I smiled because of what he said. He is like a boyfriend who explains to his girlfriend that he is jealous because he was caught having an affair. Though, I know he just doesn’t want to be embarrassed.
“Hey, you don’t need to say sorry. I should be sorry because I suddenly invaded your privacy.”
“Nah, still I want to see sorry.” I just nodded because of what he said to not imagine awkwardness with him. “We’re here.” He dropped me in front of my house when I saw Dylan standing outside.