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Really? What on earth did this girl do to me?
She looks away from me and peeks around the partition. “Just wait a minute, and we can sneak out…”
“And go where?” I pull at her hand.
“Well, not too far with no access to a car, Phoe.” She rolls her eyes at me. “Just down the street to the diner. We can get some food or coffee or whatever. Do you have any money?”
“I don't know, about twenty bucks or so, nothing more.”
She turns from me and looks back around the partition. “I have about the same. We’ll make it work. Just be quiet, okay?”
As she says it, the light in the front rec area turns off, and she chuckles, turning back to me. She puts a finger back to the delectable lips I just sampled, and I look at them again. “Later, Playboy,” she giggles. “Let’s get out of the church first; I’m sure we are committing enough sins to make us burn up in here.”
She isn’t kidding. She already has me worked up and all we did was kiss. She tugs at my hand, and I follow. We exit the building and no alarms go off, which is strange for the lock-in, but I don’t question it as we escape into the night.
Chapter 5
The air is thick with the humidity of summer, right before it turns to fall. A late August night has the town quiet except for the neighborhood dog yapping before he is put in the house for the evening.
“What exactly are we doing?” I ask.
“Just be quiet, Phoe and move it,” she orders, dipping below the shadows of the streetlights. Still holding my hand, she drags me down the street until I see the lights of the diner that's about four blocks away from the church.
The neon ‘open’ sign shines brightly in the front window while mosquitoes and moths linger around, knowing they are about to die when the fall turns to winter.
We slip inside as the beauty still holding my hand says, “I am starving; how about you? I could really go for a pancakes stack with sausage and eggs, and syrup that smothers everything.”
I don't even realize how hungry I am until she says it. I refused to eat whatever shepherd's pie my foster mother was putting on a plate before she shoved me into the church doors for the night.
“Yea, that would hit the spot right about now.” I nod at her.
“Great.” She beams at me, pulling me toward one of the booths covered in dark green and brown pleather.
She looks at the waitress who greets us. “Two coffees please and the biggest plate of pancakes, sausage and eggs you can get over here.”
I accept the steaming mug of coffee, wishing like hell it was a bottle of beer instead. It's Friday, after all. If we just walk down the street a couple of blocks, my friend Pete is probably sitting on his back porch sipping from the case of beer his dad bought for the weekend. Sometimes I would go and sit with him instead of going to youth group, down six beers and sleep real easy that night. Though that sounds like one hell of a time, the girl in front of me has my attention and I want to get to know her better. I suck it up and sip my coffee black. I don’t need any of that cream and sugar shit.
“What are we doing here?” I ask her.
“Getting food,” she says easily and puts two creams in her coffee, stirring it together.
I chuckle lightly and she looks up at me.
“I mean why did you pick me to come get food with? Why tonight?” I try again. Before tonight, she hadn’t said two words to me. Now, we are sitting across from each other over coffee like we’re old friends.
She sips her coffee and sighs before answering. “I have noticed you at youth group over time and just wanted to get to know you better. I know you don't like being there about as much as I don't. But you seem like you're angry and upset all the time. I just wanted to know if you could explain to me, what's the problem?”
A laugh escapes me and I damn near choke on my sip of coffee. “You see all that just by watching me a few times?”
“Yep, it seems like you are angry like you don't want to be there, and I just wanted to know why?”
I tick off the reasons on my fingers. “Don't like the youth pastor, don't like the church, don't wanna be there, don't give a fuck. Any other questions, cause I am glad to answer them. Otherwise, can we eat this breakfast that you dragged me down here for and go home?”
“Ohhh! So It’s like that?”
I narrow my eyes at her. She doesn't flinch or even bats an eyelash. Instead, she stares back with the biggest, brown eyes as if to challenge me. I don't like to be challenged. “What are you looking at?”
“I don't know yet, I am trying to figure it out.”
