((I'm sorry I haven't posted in so long! But I finally had the time to type what I needed for a chapter and here it is! So I hope you all enjoy! Comments or criticism is appreciated!))
~~~~~~~~Sunday~~~~~~~~
Most of the neighborhood was there, even a couple of kids from school that I knew. Some of them even had the nerve to gossip about me. Like Larry's girlfriend, the oh so perky, perfect cheerleading bitch, Natasha. And of course you can't forget her friends that hover around her, leading her on, about how she's so perfect and what not, and want to be exactly like her in looks. Please!, I thought.
"Did you see Casey here?" Natasha giggled evilly to the trio of her friends. "I wonder if Sylar will come and mess with her head again?" With that, they all laughed and made a swooning noise. I was in the living room, in front of the punch bowl when I heard it. It made my blood boil in my veins. "Bitch . . ." I seethed and stormed away into some part of the magnificent huge house.
True adults kept to themselves and talked amongst themselves, which was a relief to all the teens. I knew they did that, so they would think, we would think we could get away with stuff than we should. I knew that they just wanted to catch us in the act. But also wanting to get to know each other a little bit more if they were social enough.
The older teens kept to themselves as well. Staying in their basics cliques and parked themselves where ever they could. Even if it was somewhere they shouldn't, but mostly around the stereo to listen to the music or the TV to play video games.
I, myself, wanted to go home and lie down. A headache was coming on from such the loud music and talking, that I just wanted to scream. When I came with my parents and brother, I was fine, but within the hour I felt so alone and confused. And with Natasha and her perfect glorious friends didn't help much either.
"Damn it . . ." I whispered to myself. My hand trembled as I sipped my forgotten drink. I felt way to hot, and all I could think about was if Sylar was going to show up or not. That itself put me on edge. "Oh, go bite it!" I muttered and left my punch on a table.
Passing through a door I saw all the cliques of teens I wasn't in and kept going. Even out back was the same, so I climbed the stairs, seeking some peace. To my left was all noise of video game playing, boos and cheers of teens. To the right it all seemed somewhat quiet. I walked on, hoping I wasn't going to find a couple going at it. One door led to a small closet, and another to the main bedroom, thank god no couple! But I didn't want to stay in there so I climbed out the big reflecting window. Tentatively I stepped out, easing my weight on the dew slippy shingles. Once on the roof, I walked on a slant to a solitary quiet spot by the next window. I sat down next to it so no one would see me.
I looked inside, only to see the band of teens watching other teens play Grand Theft Auto 4, and the game itself. And I wondered how stupid could teens get, playing these violent bloody video games. All it teaches them is worse manners yet. I sighed and listened to them a bit inside carrying on as I started to stare off into space and let my mind completely go.
I could feel my muscles slowly start to relax, as the noise beside and below me pulsed with life as my mind wandered from my body and lost itself in mindless thoughts.
Sometime later, I didn't even register the body encasing mine until it was too late. Once I did realize it, I gave a start which brought forth a deep bad boy chuckle. Recognizing the body and the voice, I breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed into is strong unyielding body. "I didn't think you would come." I whispered back, loving the feel of his strong arms wrapped around m and his rough calloused hands holding my own softer ones.
"I came just to see you." He whispered back into the cup of my ear, and it made me shiver in pleasure as heat sliced down to my core. I melted into him even more and willed him to hold me tighter. I closed my eyes in bliss and just wished I could be near him anytime I wanted. But no, I had to wait till he wanted to reveal himself to me. My heart nearly crushed at the thought, I just thought why does he have to make it so difficult? He knows I want to be with him. I, being humiliated at myself, from school, teased, taunted, nearly raped, what was going to happen next?!? Oh dear god, it had to be stopped. This bitter sweet torture he was putting me though. Even though I loved him, it had to be stopped. The thoughts brought tears to my eyes. Hell, I might be falling in love with Sly! How couldn't Sylar see, how this was affecting me? An unconscious tear fell down my cheek as whispered to him, "We need to talk . . ."
"About what?" He murmured silkily, as if he thought nothing was wrong. Seemingly content, just to sit here on the cold hard roof.
"About us . . ." My voice trembled. I couldn't see him, but I could feel his body tense. "I can't go on like this. What going to happen next to me? You can't stop it. You're never there!" Now I was outright crying and my whole body trembling. I didn't want this; I didn't want to say this. But it had to be done.
He started. "Casey . . ."
"No!" I cried. I wanted to turn into his arms and the hurt on his face to see if it was affecting him at all. "Don't you tell me about how you want me to see the real you! I do already! I love you with all my heart! I want to see you more often, see your face and love you whenever I want. But all I can see of you is you're selfish. You just want to see me, whenever YOU want to see me. You never consider if I want to see you. I can't even call you or text you!" If I tried to turn, he would have stopped me by just tightening his arms.
I sobbed out, "Please Sylar! Show me who you are, so we could be together!" For a moment, I thought he would, that I thought I was be with him for the rest of my life if fate would allow it. But fate was cruel to me just then. For he just got to his feet and disappeared into the main bedroom window, leaving me there alone with a broken heart. Crying harder than ever now, I wanted to stay there and pity myself, curled up into a ball, hoping a black hole would appear below me and swallow me up just then. But I knew in my heart that I had to go to him and explain.
"Wait! Sylar!" I cried out to him. "Please wait!" Lurching upwards and to the side I tried to run and catch him. Three feet from the window I slipped and hit the slippy roof hard. My knee and arm flared up in pain, but I ignored it and pushed myself back up and went after him.
"Sylar! Wait!" A strangled cry that sounded pathetic to my own ears. I yanked myself into the bedroom, meaning to race after him. Escaping the cold roof and the main bedroom, I ran hoping to god, I'd catch him.
Some teens lined the hallway, leading towards the stairs in loose packs. At one moment I was running towards the stairs, the next I was on the floor with pain lightening up my arms and knees.
Laughter rose up around me and I looked up surprised and hurt, wondering who the hell tripped me. I shakily got to my feet eyeing everybody's grinning faces. "Assholes!" I seethed and began my trip back down the stairs. I was lucky I didn't continue my run otherwise I would have fallen down the stairs, which probably wouldn't have been so lucky.
Giggling sounded on my right as I reached the ground floor. "Hey Casey . . ." A preppy bratty voice sounded and I knew it belonged to Natasha. "How's your night going?" Her friend's giggled.
"Just swell! Now leave me alone!' I fired at her and I saw anger appear in her baby doll eyes. "Fuck off!" I said simply to her when I saw she wasn't backing off and was about to say something. Now her jaw dropped, for she wasn't expecting this.
I grinned, even though forgotten tears still slid down my face. "Bye Piss face!" I called out to her as I walked briskly through the front door. I could hear her gasp and sputter, but I ignored her pained drama, not caring in the least. "Sylar . . ." I whispered once I was out onto the street, wondering where he was.
