18: First Date

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Any mistakes i apologise... its late and my focus has disappeared lool 

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"I'm going as Marilyn Monroe." Laura smirked and flipped her short blonde hair into the air dramatically.

"I'm not saying what I'm going as," Kate replied.

I finished my bag of potatoes chips and stuffed it in my trash can. "My mom got me a modern Victorian dress. I'm going as a woman from the 1800's."

The girls leaned forward on my bed. "With the hair and everything?" Laura asked.

"Yep."

"That's awesome." Kate said with one of her damn smiles. I narrowed my eyes at her and she held her hands up in apology.

Ever since Wednesday, she's been trying her hardest to not give me that irritating knowing smile. I haven't had a chance to look online about the few things I'd come to realise but I wrote a whole load of shit down so I wouldn't forget. As soon as the girls leave, which they haven't since Wednesday night and it's now Friday, I was going to search Google like there's no tomorrow.

"Right," I slammed my hand down on the desk. "Get out both of you. Kate, go home. Why you came back Wednesday night was beyond me. Laura, go in your own damn room!" I let out a small laugh.

Laura scowled playfully. "Alright fine. I'll leave. But I won't be back. And plus I was leaving anyway. I have somewhere to go. It's a nice day out." She winked and stood up to leave.

As she left I turned to my laptop and brought up a Google page.

"Planning on investigating?"

I glanced at Katherine and sighed. "I forgot you were still here. You're too silent for your own good."

"Not when I--"

"I don't think I want to hear the end of that sentence."

Katherine giggled and jumped off the bed. "I'll wait in Laura's room because I'm off to my parents this weekend. My older brother is picking me up."

"You have an older brother?" I asked as I went into my draw to pull out the notebook.

"Yes, I do. You'll be meeting him soon, I can guarantee it."

"Kate."

She held up her hands again in surrender. "Sorry. I didn't mean to."

There was a beep outside and Kate went to the window to look out. "Oh, speak of the devil. See you at the Halloween bash Monday."

I turned in my chair in wonderment. "You didn't even call him."

She only laughed as she walked out of my room closing the door in the process. Friggin' hell. That girl...!

I shook the thought away for now and opened the notebook. It was almost midday. I'd been to poetry class this morning completely out of it not even paying attention as we were supposed to write more notes down for our poetry essays.

The first thing I wanted to do now was search more information on the attacks. The main headline was they'd found a man dead but there was no information on it at all. It was kind of bland which was strange. There was nothing on the injuries or how it happened just pronounced as dead. I leaned back in my chair with a long sigh.

I was never going to find anything out with limited information like this. 

So I clicked out of it and went to an unofficial site. This site was black and had "Unnatural Occurrences" as the name of it. I frowned at the name of the webpage and resumed clicking on

I scrolled down and some of the attacks were listed on it. There were things on what the people said like the black eyes and unusually appealing scent... 

I glanced down at my notebook at the name I'd put in the very corner in a different coloured pen. It could just be his very own scent. It might not have anything to do with this, I'm just being extremely paranoid or... I'm just trying to make up excuses for him.

I skimmed the article the person had wrote and stopped when something caught my eye:

"...My mother told me that she'd been living in Burnaby for years and these attacks came and went around this time. She said that back then it used to be worse. The creature didn't attack and leave, the creature attacked and killed. People had been found drained of blood and bitten to pieces..." I wrote that down. "Whatever is attacking isn't like any animal, no. This creature is far smarter than any other natural thing on this earth."

There were various links to this such as: Werewolves. Witches. Vampires. Warlocks. Fairies. Werepanthers; all that jazz.

I brought up a new tab and went back on to Google to search up more on Burnaby attacks in the past. Articles more similar to the one I just read came up more often. Victims had been found drained of blood or low on the amount. Victims found with various bite marks to the bodies some where major blood vessels or major arteries were located. Most bite marks located on the neck or wrist. Some of this information was found from their own experiences. Some people were gracious enough to actually take a picture of their bites to show. They resembled Laura's and Yasmin's. They mentioned how the beings eyes were black and there were black veins on their faces.

Now, nobody had mentioned the black veins...

I went on five other sites and found similar things. Some were saying things on what remedies they should use for the bites like essences, some saying they're having dreams and what they should do to get rid of them, and others on the supernatural.

In the end I had written down everything I had come across including the remedies. I put that under Katherine's name in my notebook. I'd heard her saying what to do to get rid of the dreams. I knew she knew something. How could she not? She knew everything.

After an hour of research I was staring blankly at my MacBook.

Supernatural beings... Those things didn't exist. It's not possible; Werepanthers? What the hell. I clicked back to the first page I was on and skim read it again. I stared at the list of paranormal creatures.

There is no possibility for any of those... things being real.  

I looked back down at my notes page at the crossed out animals it could have been. And then I looked at everything.

Things on the page jumped out at me. And I didn't like what I was seeing. There were four to five things that stood out the most. The things that stood out made my mind churn with the reality of things and the fantasy of things. I'm being stupid. Just because the attacks happened at night, just because they're found with bites and nothing more... just because it all happened in the forest ... and just because they're found drained of all blood it didn't mean anything. But my mind didn't think so. I was connecting the events to each and every creature named on the webpage. 

It couldn't be true. 

It's not possible! 

It defies all logic. It defies everything!!

And yet... I still found myself letting the mouse hover over the word, 'Vampires'.

I went to click...

But then my phone started ringing.

I jumped slightly and looked at the screen. The name on the front sent my heart into an erratic rhythm. I glanced at the clock on my wall and saw that it was only one-thirty. He should still be teaching class. I swiped my finger across the screen without thinking.

"Please tell me you're out on this lovely day." His deep, husky voice vibrated through me and I closed my eyes trying to imagine his beautiful face smiling.

"I'm in my bedroom actually." I answered after a moment. "Doing a bit of... research." I shut the laptop screen.

"On such a fine day! That's upsetting."

I smiled as I stood up. "You're sarcasm will earn you a slap."

"As long as you put your hands on me I don't mind."

With a scoff, I circled my bedroom pulling on the edge of my jeans shorts. "What is the nature of your call, Reeves?"

There was a long pause and I stopped in the middle of my room holding my breath. What was he going to say...?

"Seeming that it is so 'wonderful' outside," I rolled my eyes at his sarcasm. "I think we should... make the most of it."

I raised a brow. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying... I want you to come out with me."

I walked back to my desk and stared down at the book filled with notes. Michael's name was right there in big red letters. The suspicion inside of me had completely disappeared and I found myself saying, "Where?"

"You'll find out when we get there. Now, come outside so we can go."

I walked to my bed and leaned over to look out the window. His car was near the dead end down the road completely out of site. "Shouldn't you be teaching?"

"I decided to skip."

"Aren't you a rebel. I'm surprised you're not fired yet." I teased. "Give me a second to get changed."

"What are you wearing now?"

"A tank top, jeans shorts and a knit cardigan."

"Keep that on. It's warm so you'll be fine. Hope you don't mind but I need to go back to mine for me to change. So get that nice butt of yours down here so we can go before anyone see's my car."

I let out a long sigh as I slipped my white Converse on. "Fine I'll be down in a minute." As soon as I hung up and ran to the bathroom to make sure I didn't look absolutely ghastly. I let my hair out of its ponytail and applied a little bit of make-up. 

I went into my room, shut my notebook, shoved it in my draw and grabbed my brown bag with my phone. I have to make sure I lock my door; didn't want anyone walking in and having a look at the random stuff I'd been looking at. Right now, I just wanted to forget about the crazy things. I wanted to have fun... before I made the biggest theory in my life. 

I picked up my black Ray Bans and made my way out of the door.

I stepped over to Laura's room. "I'm going out."

She looked at me from her bed, scanned my body and went back to fiddling around on her phone. "Booty call?"

"Ha ha." I fake laughed. "No. I'll be back later."

"Okay. Tell me if your man works hard to get your booty."

"Laura." She laughed hard as I scolded her and turned for the stairs. The boys were at practice today so it was easy getting out be house without any other questions.

I stepped out into the surprisingly warm air with a sigh. It was such an oddly warm day for October. I put my Ray Bans at the top of my head and inhaled deeply. The beautifully colored leaves were all over the floors, crunching under my feet as I made my way to his car.

He was leaning against the passenger door staring up at the sky with a small frown. As I got closer, he turned his head in my direction and his bright gaze landed on me.

I couldn't deny the warm feeling inside me and I certainly couldn't hide the smile for him. This man is worming his way into the soft spots in my heart and it was getting harder to keep him out.

He opened the door for me with a grin.

"Oh, you're such a gentleman."

He tutted and shook his head. "You know, we both need to work on our sarcasm toward one and other."

I brushed past him purposefully and sat down in his new Mercedes. The car was great on the inside. Black leather interior and the dashboard had a nice shiny grey wooden trim. It was nice and spacious too. Michael went to his side and sat in the driver's seat.

"Nice car. Teacher's salary must be good."

He turned the engine on and glanced at me. "Is that the only reason you're interested in me?"

"No... it's more like I'm interested in your snide comments, argumentative personality and gorgeous looks."

He let out a deep chuckle as he did a U turn and started out of campus. I stared out the window at the sight of kids walking around in their skirts, shorts, flip flops and tank tops. I'm guessing warm weather like this is rare around this time. The silence between Michael and I was completely comfortable. There wasn't a moment I felt I needed to fill it with random or meaningless small talk.

As we drove down the long road to his house I unconsciously touched the stretched skin on the top of my head under my fringe remembering the crash. I ran my finger across it and sighed.

"You alright?"

I dropped my hand into my lap. "Yes. I'm fine."

He parked in front of his house and he came round to open the door for me before I even clicked my seat belt off. We stepped into the house and I realized that the only times I'd been here were when I was in trouble. Now, I was an actual welcomed guest.

"Have a seat I won't be longer than a minute," He said before stepping upstairs.

"I'll be counting." I mumbled. I sat down on the couch with a sigh. I kept bringing my hand up to the scar on my head. An image of the crash popped into my head and I flinched. This scar is going to forever remind me of the pain I felt when my head whipped forward and hit the steering wheel. The most horrible experience ever. I stood up and started looking around his living to keep my mind off of it. There were no pictures in his house; only one of him and John probably taken not long ago because they were at a University football match.

"Ready?"

I turned to him and scanned his appearance. Khaki cargo shorts, a white t-shirt and a dark blue baseball cap. Such a casual look and yet it was so attractive. Everything he puts on is a fashion statement. He never fails to pull off such simple sets of clothing. My eyes travelled to the rucksack hanging from his hand. "What's in the bag?"

He grinned. "When we get there, you'll see."

"And where are we going?"

He stalked toward me and dropped his large hand onto my shoulder. "You'll see when we get there too, okay?"

He turned me around and led me out the door. 

We were driving for around fifteen minutes in absolute silence. I really wanted to know where we were going so this time the silence for me was uncomfortable. He seemed absolutely fine because he'd turned the radio on and started humming along to a song.

"For goodness sake, Michael, where are we going?"

He laughed but he didn't answer. He slowed down and turned a corner into a full parking lot. I looked around and saw nothing but trees and a huge lake. People were walking along the paths with their families or couples were walking in hand in hand with grins on their faces. Or people were walking onto the dock to rent boats.

"Where are we?"

"Deer Lake Park. Been here yet?"

I shook my head.

"Then you're going to love the sunset." He parked the car and stepped out. I had my hand on the door but he beat me to it again.

"Oh, how kind." I smirked.

I turned around to start walking but he surprised me by grabbing me by the waist and turning me around. Our faces were mere inches apart; his emerald green eyes filling my vision. "Listen here. Your sarcasm is-"

"Pissing you off?" I asked hopefully as I pressed my hands to his chest.

"Far from it, sweetheart." The word sweetheart rolled off his tongue and it sparked something inside of me. "Keep it up and you'll see just how snide I can be."

"Is that a challenge?" I ran my finger along one of his collarbones and his hands tightened on my waist.

His mouth turned up into a smile. "And you say I'm evil." He broke away to grab the rucksack from the trunk. "We've got some walking to do to get where I want to go."

I groaned. "How far are we talking?"

He slung the rucksack over his shoulder and grabbed my wrist. "Not far if we know how to get there."

He started pulling me forward down a path. "Do you know how to get there?"

"Of course I do." His hand slid down to my hand and his fingers locked into mine. I glanced down at our hands and back up to his face. He wasn't looking at me but I could see the small smile on his face.

He slowed down a bit so we were walking side by side and I found myself stepping closer so our arms brushed as we walked. "I have a question." I said.

He looked down at me. "I'll answer if I can."

"What if someone sees us?"

He let out a long sigh but squeezed my hand. "Then we'll do the best we can in that situation."

I nodded my head and looked around at all the families sitting on the grass or laying on their blankets. Red and orange leaves were scattered everywhere making the park a beautiful scene. The lake was filled with boats; the sun giving it a nice shining glint whenever the water moved.

There were small screams from children running around or playing games with their friends. I'd have to come to this park more often... when it was sunny of course.

As we walked down the path the area became slightly less populated. There was a longer path with trees surrounding it. During the walk I felt Michael step slightly closer to me. I looked up at him with a smile and said, "Are you scared?"

"Anything but." He scoffed. "Are you?"

"If I were, you still wouldn't know about it."

A laugh slipped past his lips. "I'm sure I'd still know."

I didn't have a chance to argue when we came out of the woods and came onto a secluded area by the lake. This side had only a few groups of people and the lake on was almost empty. This side was way better.

Michael started pulling me to an empty area near the lake and shrugged the bag off his shoulder. He went into it and pulled out a huge brown blanket from the top.

"Doesn't surprise me that you came prepared."

I sat down with a laugh and he settled down next to me with a frown. "What did I say about the sarcasm?"

"I can't help it around you. You bring out the worst in me, Reeves." I lay back with a sigh and put my Ray Bans on. "So what is this we're doing? Is this a date?" I tried to ask nonchalantly when inside my heart was aching for the right answer.

His face blocked out the sun as he stared down at me. "Do you want it to be a date?"

Did I want to tell him I wanted his to be a date? Of course not! So I glanced at his hat, grabbed it and put it on my own head to try and distract him. "Nice hat." He said with a smirk. He reached his hand out to take it but I shot up.

He stood up and started forward with an evil smile. "I'm not going to chase you."

I turned the cap around on my head and backed up. "Then I hope you don't mind if I run anyway." I turned around and started away from him. I couldn't help the small laugh pass my lips when I heard his approaching footsteps.

I ran as fast as my legs would allow and yet I heard his voice right behind me. "You're going to tire out soon and I'll just grab you."

"No, I won't! I was good at track in high school." I glanced behind me to see he was only a few steps away. He was holding back I could see it. I looked forward and made a sharp left away from the river. That was close.

"You asked for it." He mumbled.

And just like that he caught up to me, picked me up by my waist and hoisted me over his shoulder like I was as light as a feather. I let out a small laugh and hit my fist to his back. "Put me down."

He didn't listen as he turned around. I had the greatest view of his butt so I wasn't complaining too much.

My sunglasses fell off my face and Michael stopped to pick them up. "This is mine now."

"Awh, come on we'll do a trade. Those are my favorite pair." I kicked my legs around a bit but he grabbed them with his other hand. "Michael."

"Yes?" We stopped by the blanket but he didn't put me down.

"Give me my glasses."

"Give me my hat."

"We'll do a swap." I tried kicking again.

"If you continue to kick I'll spin around."

"Bluff." I tried kicking again but then he spun around at a fast pace. I squealed a bit and hit my arms on his back. "Michael!"

He started laughing as he stopped and dropped to his knees. He laid me down. "Tell you what. You can keep the hat... For

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