Episode 8

*Pryce's Point of View*

I am in a place that I shouldn't be. Clarkson Park. And it's already 7:10 in the evening.

I'm inside of my car deciding if either I should go out or not. Well, who the hell knows if what's out there? Maybe that freak was just making fun of me or she wants to murder me. Why did I decide to went here after all? It's just so stupid of me.

But then, I decided to open my door and bring with me a baseball bat, just in case of an emergency. I left the engine of the car running so that there will be lights in the headlights of my car. Why is there no light around here?

This place was supposed to be so busy. I still remember when I was still a kid, we used to visit this place at least once a month. That was when mom was still with us. I miss you so much, Mom.

I walked a small distance to get to a near bench and sat there for a while.

“Maybe I was too early. Oh God, help me.” I murmured to myself. Where the fuck is that freak?

The moon was not out because maybe it's a new moon. So, that means that there are a lot of stars in the sky tonight.

I was startled when I heard something from the bushes in front of me, but then I was relieved when it was just a small rabbit. Just as I remembered that this park is near the woods. Shit. I should go home now. What if this is just a prank? I swear she will not see the sunlight ever again if she will not show up right now.

Another minute passed, and some bugs are biting me. You are lucky that I didn't bring with me a freaking bug spray. I just hope that there are no venomous and wild creatures around here, or worse, high people. If so, my bat won't miss their face. I will break their bones if I need to.

I don't want to think anything that will make me afraid so, I will just think about how will I kill that freak tomorrow if she will not show up tonight, and if how will I kiss and hug her if she does. Wait, what? Kiss? Hug? Shit, I'm not thinking straight anymore tonight.

What does that girl have that she made me dreamed of her every night since the day at my bookstore?

In my dreams, I usually dream that I wake up on my bed with her on top of me smiling her sweetest smile that she always wears on her beautiful face. She just has those green eyes that I love to stare and get drowned with. That doesn’t mean anything, right?

How will it even happen if I hated her so much and she feels the same way? But I'm so grateful that we will be classmates and especially seatmates for the whole year. But still, I want my revenge. Nobody ever treats me that way, and at the same time made me feel this way. Ugh, Blair, why?

Blair. What a beautiful name. I wonder if she has a second name? I'll just look at the records tomorrow.

When I looked at my phone to see that it's already 7:25 pm. I decided to stand up and I will just go home.

I better start thinking of a plan of how will I murder her tomorrow. No, I'll not harm her. I'll just have a small talk with her about ditching me, and nothing more. Yep, that's it.

“How brave of you to show up in a place like this, ba---” I think my soul had just escaped from my body that I didn't notice that I had hit the person directly at her head with my baseball bat.

“FUCK, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!! SHIT. Arg!!!” It was Blair shouting on top of her lungs at me. She sat on the bench covering her eyes and forehead with both of her hands. What did I do? The murder thing was almost accomplished. Damn it.

“Gosh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to... you just scared the hell out of me.” I said sitting beside her and letting the bat fall to the ground.

I tilted my head and putting my hand to her head to see if she was okay.

“Fudge, it's so freaking hurt,” she said a little bit calmer now and lifted her left hand.

I took a look at it to see that there's blood in it. And she cursed, “Fuck!” I don't know that this girl does a lot of cursing.

“I'm truly so so sorry. Come on, let's clean that up and put it some ice.” I said with a lot of concern in my voice. I truly am sorry for what had just happened to her. I'm such an idiot.

“I'm fine,” she said and stood up.

I stood up as well, then I grab her hands and I felt electricity flowed through it that I let it go immediately. I think that she had felt it too because she shook her hands. But then, I grabbed it again and I felt the same way as before. I did not let it go this time and I dragged her to my car.

“Come on, let's clean that up and put some ice before it swells and will be turned into a bruise,” I said as I opened the passenger seat and letting her get in.

“I said, I'm fine. And where will you get a piece of ice from an abandoned park, babe?” She finally spoke and I think my heart skipped a beat as she called me ‘babe’ again. It's the same feeling when she called me like that back at the library and the classroom. Gosh, I am so whipped.

“Well, I just bought a lot of ice cream earlier and I put it in a cooler at the trunk. And please stop calling me babe.” I said and the last part was a lie. Of course, I really want her to call me that always.

I didn't notice that I just stood there frozen staring at her beautiful face. I can see it clearly because I let the lights inside my car on and I can see that I hit the side of her eyebrow so bad. And as I was scanning her face, she cleared her throat.

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