The drive didn't feel as long as when I came with Jace… it felt exhilarating, a forbidden fruit that I dared to not consume. It's difficult to refuse Jace. I know so little about him, I don't know what his favorite color is, I hardly know what he is like… but then why? Why do I feel this attraction, could cupid be real, could he have shot the arrow through me by mistake? I feel my mind stirring with wonder. There's something about Jace that nags at me, a feeling that I am supposed to get to know him, a desire at most. A desire to find out who he is and not just have a peek at his persona.
Andrew clenches his hands on the steering wheel he looks over to me. "what is the fascination with Jace Harrison?" Andrew pronounces dryly. Then he looks back at the long dark road. "you girls are obsessed. I mean I get that he is rich but– forget it."
I pause for a while, I can feel the lines form between my eyebrows.
"Why would you assume that I am obsessed with him, what if I were bored or curious or both?" I fold my arms in protest. Feeling arises of strength coursing through my words.
"You must be or you have no sense of danger whatsoever." Andrew shakes his head. "Look, Lucy, I can't tell you what to do. You're a big girl, you know Jace is bad news. So you won't have to hear it from me again, just don't bring me in the middle of it." Andrew explains dryly.
I am too ashamed to say anything but I want to explain that he wasn't the one that I called. "I called Melody." I clarify.
"She wanted to go, believe me, but she doesn't have her license." Andrew gives me a side-eye.
"I'm going, to be honest with you Lucy, at first I thought you were cute, and now. Now I see that that's all you are if you can't see what an asshole Jace is." Andrew utters in a backhanded manner.
I feel outraged, did he just call me stupid... but I can't bring myself to argue because I feel even more embarrassed now.
Driving for at least fifteen minutes more, home couldn't have come any sooner what felt like an eternity with condescending Andrew, wasn't even an hour in real-time.
"Thanks," I mutter and open the door. I somehow missed my step and buckled my ankle, causing me to crash into the concrete sidewalk. A sharp pain comes from my ankle, I look over to Andrew who just watches me from where he sits.
He sighs, "I know you can't be that clumsy." he sighs and gets out of the car.
He kneels and looks at my hurt ankle. He moves it around a bit and I flinch at the pain.
"Okay, somehow you did manage to twist your ankle." He looks me in the eye, and I break away.
"I'm fine," I mutter as I begin to get up, "You can go," I order him away.
He sighs again and picks me up and begins to carry me. I look up at him.
"What are you doing?" I murmur.
"Helping," he says bluntly.
"I don't need your help," I argue.
"Just open the gate," he orders.
I heave a sigh, "walk me over to the keypad."
I press in the code covering it, careful for Andrew not to get access to my house.
"Seriously?" he scoffs.
But I only give him a look, the gate opens and he carries me all the way to the door.
"Everyone is probably asleep," I whisper at the dark house as I open the door using my keys.
"Okay put me down," I demand.
He gives me a look and lets me down slowly. I flinch at the pressure on my foot.
"That bad huh, you must be made out of glass," he comments.
I look at him. Face shadowed by the dark,
"Bones made from glass," I utter the title of one of my favorite poems.
"You read that anonymous poet?" Andrew smiles through the dark.
I nod, "I'm surprised you know about them." I shrug.
"Well he or she is very good." he wraps his arms around me as a support. "Let me help you to your room, I'm guessing it's upstairs." he offers.
I become a bit tensed up at the idea, especially because I don't know Andrew well.
"I– I don't think that's a good idea." I stammer nervously.
"Okay then up the stairs." he insists and then lifts me once again.
"You're a bit heavy for someone this short." he smiles.
I frown, "Don't insult me, it's just my bones."
"Uh-huh," he says as he walks up the stairs.
He sets me down, "Do you like poetry?" I say curiously.
"Like is an understatement," he smirks.
"You won't reveal why?" I raise my brow.
He sighs, "There's no point." he says bluntly looking a bit sullen.
I tilt my head, trying to study his face in the darkness.
"I better get going." he jabs his thumb toward the door.
I nod. "Just talk through the speaker and I'll buzz you out."
He nods, "Bye Lucy, check that foot out m'kay." He smiles with that big smile I like. The one that makes your heart contract.
I wait by the intercom for a while, left in my thoughts... Thinking that Andrew might not be that bad.
"Hey," he whispers but it still comes out loud.
"What's the password?" I ask.
"Seriously?" he says.
I pause, thinking of a witty comeback.
"That was a test and you failed," I speak into the mic.
"I was going to say open sesame, like in Aladdin if you gave me a chance." his voice sounds playful.
"Bye Andrew," I say.
There's silence. "See you around Lucy."