Chapter 16: Bad girl...

Chapter 16 - Bad girl

Clayton drove us, Samantha and I, to the beach. Well because we were bored and it was a really hot summer day that shouldn't be wasted indoors. It wasn't awkward between us but we were quite occupied in deep thought, thinking what we heard from Clayton that we were making out with one another. I was no lesbian but Samantha always made me feel, somewhere inside, a little funny. I would somehow manage to swiftly glance down at her lips when she was not looking. Would gently, and secretly touch her soft, long blonde hair just because my hand was itching too. Not literally, but metaphorically speaking to reach out and stroke it. Even though since being dead, I can no longer feel anything I touch.

The drive from Clayton's farm to the beach took about twenty minutes, due to traffic on a Saturday.

The best thing about this drive was that Clayton put on music. It filled the silent car with music that was everyday music you'd listen to when you wanted to relax. It was nice, even though I would never ever listen to slow, mellow beats and old men singing to it. But if felt right. I even surprised myself for realizing I was tapping my foot alone with the slow song.

Feeling nerdy again, I let a laugh escape my lips which I quickly covered with my hand, even though my laugh was not heard and got drowned in the semi loud music.

I sighed happily.

This was the first time I was ever in Clayton's car! I've seen his car loads of times before but other than just staring at it riding passed you, or day dreaming you were in it, I was actually in he's car and with him! His FRICKEN CAR! Just a few days ago I was in his room and then he called me 'Horny' as a mockery toward my little attempt of seducing anyone in sight, then actually talking to me yesterday like it was natural to speak to the girl he used to mock and be arrogant with. Come to think of it, what happened to his old selfish self? I mean, I honestly love the new Clayton and how he's treating me fairly--almost like a friend, but another side of me, my dark side, kinda wishes he would act like that to me again. Call me crazy but I think I want him to..... Kiss me. Like right now! Ok I can't because Samantha's in the car, plus he's driving the fricken car! But I couldn't help but scoot over at the back seat and sit directly in view of his rearview mirror; just staring at his face like it was the most interesting thing in this world. Wait, It was the most interesting thing in this world!!

Once he's eyes shifted from the road to his rearview mirror, I couldn't help the smile that suddenly appeared at my lips. I bit my lip and lingered my gaze longer onto he's eyes then supposedly. He broke contact first and continued staring at the road, the straight road that stretched all along the beach.

Still longing for his eyes to meet mine again, I wished that I had controlling powers so that I could force his eyes to mine.

It was like my red hair that was blown around in every place imaginable, from the open window Clayton had, swished and swayed, in a wand motion to make Clayton's eyes connect back on mine.

I couldn't help the smile re-appear back on my lips again.

He surprised me when the corners of he's lips pulled upwards, and then giving me a sweet smile. One that I'm assuming was a 'friend' smile!

I looked away for a brief second, wondering if I was blushing, then locked eyes with him again. I got my flirt on, even though Samantha was literally a few feet away looking out her window at the passing shops, and winked at Clayton. Teasing him, but eagerly meaning the wink.

I think if I had a heart it would have leaped out of my chest when Clayton winked back with a growing smile on his lips.

I felt disappointed when he took his gaze off me and back onto the road. How I really wanted him to look at me again, but I know I was asking a little too much considering that there were cars starting to cluster in-front of us, so I wouldn't want us to get into an accident just because I wanted Clayton to share a glance with me. If he did I would have definitely melted on my spot. If he winked then I would definitely not mind if we had an accident, because just Clayton looking at me was enough for fireworks to explode in my stomach!

Clayton was struggling to find parking at the beach because you literally couldn't even move the car an inch without knocking over a crowd of people in bikini's that was walking all over the road like it wasn't a road but a court yard.

After Samantha basically yelled at Clayton to just switch the car off and just park in the middle of the road, like the other twenty cars have done, she angrily unbuckled her seat belt and got out the car. She then opened my door for me and yelled at me to get out the car.

I looked at Clayton again, through the rearview mirror. He had a frown on his face and looked pissed off at Samantha. Hell, I wouldn't blame him so! She can be really nice when she's not frustrated and irritated at the world. Taking it out on Clayton and me was so wrong! Especially Clayton, he's her girlfriend and all!

His gaze met mine and the frown on his face softened. He nodded, to say that it was ok. I hesitated but then smiled at him and got out of the car. No, scratch that! Samantha took hold of my hand and yanked me out the car, not even giving me time to close it behind me as she was dragging me across the street to a little coffee shop.

I felt her stiffen as she looked up at the big, price listing boards that were just above the casher. There were cappuccino's, French latte's, black coffee's, hot chocolate, coffee & toffee shake with double whipped cream, ice coffee, muffin's, sandwich's and more.

If I was alive right now I would literally bought everything on that menu. Well of course considering that I technically haven't had any real human food for about a week now and the only thing I could now eat is Chad.

But truthfully I didn't care if I was not human anymore. I enjoyed being dead and LOVED eating Chad. As weird and twisted as that sounded it actually brought a smile to my lips. I should actually praise Chad for killing me, although he don't get a pat on the back for when he did it, but the outcome was definitely more that a hug and a 'thanks'!

Come to think of it, I never actually thanked him for killing me. I need to thank him for everything that's happened in the last week! He turned my life around in a weird way. Instead of the real phase dead, meaning not existing-deceased-gone, I felt more alive than ever!

The way the world seemed to somehow be boring and dull, lazy and cruel 94% of the time, I felt the opposite to that for sure. As funny and as immature as it sounds, I want to be able to do crazing things that I never dare on doing when I was a boring, old, loner-loser slash freak Sasha. I want to be able to laugh at random people, smile and hug hobo's, get shoved out of a club, sneak into someone's house and get caught. I wanted to use my super dead ability and not let it go to waste. We only live once you know!

Suddenly I heard Samantha sniff. I turned my head to the side and saw tears start to pour out in one gash. I smiled weakly at Samantha, awkwardly patting her on her shoulders. "You know, we can go somewhere else" I motioned with my finger to the door "There's the beach to still go to. Come, lets go" she nodded and dragged herself out the small coffee shop.

After a while she suddenly spoke "I used to love going to that coffee shop" she smiled weakly "My parents used to take me there every day from the mornings, before school, then after school" she laughed at the memories.

"Where are your parents?" I asked.

"They're everywhere. They both are scientists that travel the globe for un-natural thingy's" she shrugged. And by the looks of it, she looks like she doesn't care anymore because they don't care about her anymore. "Right now I'm living with my dad, before my mom gets back from Japan, then I'll have two months of her"

I nodded. Not sure what to say. I wasn't good with listening to someone else's problems. For seventeen years I've listened to only the witch's!

"How about you? Where your parents?" she asked. We were heading down to the water before sitting down in an empty spot at the packed beach.

I sighed. God I hated this part! Sympathy. I hated sympathy!

"I--I, I don't have a dad. Never met him" I shrugged and pulled my legs to my chest. "I live--used to live with my... the witch. That's before she throughout all my stuff"

Samantha gasped. I turned to see what happened, but Samantha was only looking at me with shock. "You know a witch?" was her question.

I rolled my eyes. Gullible. I laughed "No... I call my M. O. M witch" she relaxed by lifted her eyebrow with confusion. "I gave her that nickname ever since the day I started speaking" Which was technically not true, but so what.

She smiled weakly at me, which I returned. "I like you" she suddenly said before giving me an over the shoulder, side hug. "I like you because you’re the only person who actually stayed and listened to my depressing story" her smile widened and she giggled. "It feels like we've been friends since small. Weird huh?" she shook her head and looked back at the sea just before us.

I must totally agree with her on that one. It did feel like we're really close like sisters. Maybe she and I can be sisters? I always dreamed about having a sister! But then again, I dreaded it because then my little sister would also have to put up with the witch!

Ok, what am I saying! I thought I didn't really like Samantha because she had the one guy that I always had a crush on, always dreamed to have and to hold in my arms, to kiss passionately and...

Ok this is just awkwardly weird, considering that I'm thinking all this while I'm in the presents of his girlfriend. Possibly future wife!

I groaned.

I hated the thought of Clayton marrying Samantha. My Dark side hated the thought, but my good side just sadly approved.

I wondered if I would ever have a man that kissed me, or loved me and eventually marry me like the strong relationship that Clayton and Samantha had. Maybe Chad was my future husband, I mean, he did choose me to kill and be he's worker, obviously knowing that our bond would be more stronger over the years we'll spend together.

Speaking of the devil! I suddenly spotted a chest-nut colored, toned and muscular Chad.

He was at the beach? So like this entire time his been gone he was at the beach?

My gaze travelled from him to the group of blonde bimbos surrounding him. They were all touching him on his exposed chest and shoulder's. Even taking it a little too far by the one, slim Barbie doll girl that slung her cheerleading arms around his neck and played with his hair.

I groaned a little louder then I realized.

Samantha must have followed my gaze because she said "Oh"

I automatically got up and angrily stormed my way towards he's little fan club. I almost tripped about ten times because I had to walk over people just to get to him. The beach was packed! I'm surprised that Chad just happened to be on this side of the huge beach.

He was smiling at the blonde bimbo. He never gave that smile to me before!

I balled my fist and kept my gaze locked on he's handsome face. Once I reached my destination I was too angry to even realize that the people I was walking over were all cursing at me. Chad heard the angry shouting and locked eyes with mine. I was only standing about fifteen feet away from him, but I could almost smell him. That was weird because he didn't look cut open, not that I could see from the fan club standing in the way. Hiding he's beautiful body from my eyes.

My eyes started to slightly burn with sensation. I liked the burning feeling but it also made my stomach hurt, which was painful. The only reason I got like this was because he's scent was alluring. Was this the kind of scent he got when he smelled human's? I am damn curious about me and vampires! I needed to find out how this works. I need to be a scientist, even if I have to kidnap Chad for the being.

We stared at each other, for what seemed like hours. Everything around us was blurred out and muted. His expression was blank and unreadable. Mine was frowning with pure anger, maybe a little bit of jealousy, but mostly anger. I was anger with him because--because... Damn! I can't think right now from the way his eyes were on mine, not blinking once.

It was as if his eyes were stripping me naked, because I most certainly felt so exposed, even though I'm wearing Samantha's black and pink, polka dot bikini and my short denim shorts.

At the corner of my eye I saw that blonde bimbo snake her hand downer, and downer on his stomach. I couldn't see where they stopped or if they stopped moving. My anger just increased and I tightened my fist, ready to punch something, or her!

I got even more anger, which was not possible, when all Chad did was let her touch him like that, while his gaze was locked with mine.

That was it! I thought, as I took my gaze off Chad and swiftly ran up to that blonde bimbo, turn her around in a rude way and lift my fist that was eager to smash her face in. Half expecting for Chad to try and stop me, or even run away from the death glare I was giving her. Nooooo.... All he did was give me a blank expression, like he was bored or something. UGH!

I looked back at the short, blonde, pretty face slut. She gave me a 'What the eff' face, before cursing at me and saying I'm "Fucking psycho!"

Ok, she gave me another reason for my fist to swiftly connect with her fake nose.

She cried out in agony.

I then pushed her to the sand and bent down to level with her crying face. "Don't you ever touch Chad again! Got it?"

I surprised myself as that was not what I was meant to do. I was not meant to actually punch her in the nose, watch the blood gush down her face, then rudely push her to the sand and threaten her so, which only made her cry harder and mumble "Puck yooo, ooouuh biiggttch!"

After some of my anger was out I looked around and noticed no one was really paying attention to our little group, only her blonde bimbo friends that all stood at a distance and snicker at their friend like her bloody face was the most funniest thing in this world.

I lifted my head to Chad, expecting him to yell at me or curse and hit me or something, but yet again he just gave that 'whatever, I'm bored' look which pissed me off more.

I swiftly stood up and started to run away. Run away from that crowd and from everyone, especially Chad.

I didn't know where to run too but my feet just kept running, that soon I was on the main road, dodging people as I power walked though to the other side, where the shops where.

I ran into a small open passage in the middle of the two shops and suddenly bumped into someone. I stepped a foot away and looked at who I'd bumped into.

Great! Just fantastic Sasha! Now Clayton's going to ask questions why I was running like a maniac!

He was holding his phone slightly away from his ear and looked at me with a raise eyebrow. He flicked his phone shut and slowly dropped his arm to his side. Before he could say anything I spoke first.

"I-hate-Chad" I blurted out so fast that I couldn't even understand what I had just said. I cleared my throat that had a lump in it. "I... really--really hate Chad" I said more slowly.

I suddenly saw in my reflection behind Clayton my face. I was red with anger and my eyes had tears in them. Wow! I thought I could never cry, yet here I am, crying because of jealousy and in-front of the hottest guy!

SHIT! He can hear my thoughts!

His arms quickly reached up and placed on my shoulders. His face full of concern. "Why? What did he do?" his tone was low.

I shook my head. Not answering because I didn't trust my voice. Plus why would I explain something I was sure was totally pathetic and confusing!

He frowned. "I'm going to go and find him! Whatever he done I'm going to kill him!" his face looked like it could kill someone if someone just looked at him.

He let go of my shoulders, me feeling disappointed because I loved it there, and was about to walk passed me when I stopped him with my hand in he's. "Wait, please" I begged "Stay with me" I don't know why I just said that but it just slipped out of my mouth.

His eyes locked with mine and he slowly nodded, face softening as the seconds passed. He looked down to our hands that were still in-twinned together. If I was not mistaken I think his cheeks just went a slight bit of red.

I squeezed his hand and he squeezed back. I smiled at him and he smiled back. If my heart was pumping it would have beat a million beats in a second from how close his face was to mine. My eyes were begging me to look down to his lips. Once I looked down to his slightly parted lips, I lost control and grabbed his shirt collar roughly and smacked my lips to he's. He surprised me when the second our lips touched he kissed me back more fiercely and eagerly. We untwined our hands and he eagerly push me against the wall. I was happy that I could actually feel his lips on mine. Maybe it was only my lips that could feel. He brought my hands to the wall and pinned them down.

I shivered when I heard a faint moan coming from him. I automatically moaned myself at how his kiss was giving me goose bumps. Pleasurable goose bumps.

He licked my bottom lip for some unknown reason. I wasn't experienced in the kissing department like Samantha was or Chad, so I was stressing why he was licking my bottom lip. All I know about kissing is that you just put your lips on the guy and then he will do the rest. So was I supposed to lick his bottom lips too?

I opened my mouth, ready to stick my tongue out to lick his lip, when suddenly he stuck his tongue in my mouth. I suddenly pulled away. Ok, that was new!

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