My Little Distraction

Chapter 4: Romeo And Juliet

After dinner, our two families made our way out of the restaurant into the dark velvet night. The round full moon shone from above the building tops. I shivered in the cold. 

Suddenly, a warm hand began slithering down my back. I'd never admit but at that moment, I was just glad for the heat. But knowing that it was Heratio's hand just creeped me out massively. "Stop right there, Heratio." I said, before he started fondling my ass.

"I love the way my name rolls off your tongue," he said, grabbing my waist and pulling me into him. "But there's something else of mine I'd prefer to be rolling off your tongue, so just call me Harry."

I scowled and glanced at his light blue eyes. "Heratio it is, then."

"However you say it, it makes me want to do things to you." he replied. I felt his fingers tapping my lower back.

"So I won't say it at all." This was getting tiresome. If I told him I was taken, would it make a difference? Or would it make a difference that it was Parker Lachlan?

"Don't be like that, baby," he ran his finger down my cheek, tenderly. I refused to meet his eyes, but stubbornly looked at the ground. "I'm just kidding around."

"I'm not your baby," I muttered. "Get off of me."

"I know you like it." said Heratio. When Parker had said it, he was right, but now Heratio couldn't be more wrong.

"No, I don't!" I said, trying to push him away.

A set of straight arms began parting Heratio and I, breaking Heratio's strong embrace. "Excuse us, Heratio," said Clark. "Lucia and I have to be going now. It's been a pleasure. We'll see you again."

I tried to thank Clark with my eyes. His light green eyes winked down at me.

"Goodbye Clark," said Heratio. "Lucia." he smirked before walking towards his family's car.

"Thank you so much." I muttered as Clark and I went towards our car. 

"You're my little sister," he replied. "I keep you out of trouble. And the Mintons are most certainly trouble. The older son, Jenson, he's a total douchebag as well. Not like his little brother though, thank god, I don't think I could take another stupido hitting on you."

I chuckled. "At least there's only two of them."

"Amen to that, sister." he replied as our dad pulled the car out of the car park. 

I picked up my mobile after I saw that I had a new text message. 

‘Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me maybe?’ I wrinkled my eyebrows, confused, before I glanced at the contact name. Parker. How had he gotten his number on my phone? Although I couldn't help grinning at the thought of it. He wanted us to talk on the phone! 

I placed my phone back down and continued taking my makeup off.

It was in the lesson before lunch that I found the note inside my notebook. Unfolding the torn piece of lined paper, I read the scrawled handwriting in blue ink. 

You didn't call. It said, with a little sad face drawn next to it. It was signed "you know exactly who this is". Just the simple two dots and a line of the emoticon and I could imagine Parker's pouting face in my mind. I cast my eyes across the class in front of me and found the back of Parker's head. For a moment my eyes lingered on the way the sun brought out the natural caramel-coloured highlights in his hair, before I focused again. How the hell had he snuck this into my book? Parker had mysterious ways. I don't think he'd really had any opportunities to get near my book without my noticing. I shrugged.

After class had ended, I rushed to my locker, trying to avoid Parker. I didn't want to face up to an unhappy Parker. Unfortunately, I realized that the first place he was going to look for me was my locker. I held my head inside it, my mind swirling with regret.

"I'm sure you got my note." said Parker, behind me. I was huddled between him, my locker door, and the locker row, in a triangular pen. 

I nodded my head slowly. "Yes, I did."

"And you got my text?"

To deny it, or to admit it, that is the question. "Yes." I turned around to see that he was pouting, like his note implied he would. His eyes held a hidden desire in them though.

"I think a punishment is in order." he said, beginning to lean over me a bit. My face was close to his chest and neck, and I was suffocating in his intoxicating smell. His aroma alone kindled all kinds of feelings inside me. I remained staring at the top edge of his blue t-shirt as he tucked my hair behind my right ear, my heart beating so hard that you'd think it was trying to escape my chest, before I felt his bottom lip brush my earlobe. "I'll see you tonight."

"You're looking flustered and I'm starting to get used to the idea that it's because of Parker." said Nicole when I sat down with my lunch, opposite her.

I chuckled. "We all know that you know me inside and out."

"How does he do this to you?" she asked, her dark eyebrows knitting together. 

"If I knew the answer to that," I said. "Then I would have done something about it already."

She smiled, knowingly. "But you like it, don't you?" I looked down quickly. "I can see it in your eyes. You like Parker a lot."

"Sh," I said in a quiet tone. "People might be listening."

"So it's true." She paused for a moment, popping a grape into her mouth, before chewing and swallowing. "It's like Romeo and Juliet." 

"What?!" I almost choked on my drink, but she didn't take notice of my coughing fit.

"It is," she replied, absently staring into the distance as she held an apple in her hand. "Star crossed lovers. Two rival families will be brought together by the destined couple." Once I thought about it, I realized she had a point. After all, he did come through my balcony, with roses. "Oh but," she suddenly rushed in. "For the love of God, please don't kill yourself." 

A laugh escaped me. "Don't even go there Nicole!"

She smiled as she bit her apple.