Chapter 11: Of course, of course

Amelia's POV

"So, is this going to be a normal thing?", Katy asked, leaning forward. "Until the man who attacked her is caught", he answered confidently. 

"What time do you have to be at the diner for your shift?", he redirected the conversation. "5pm. 5-9", I said, answering what I was sure was his next question as well. He nodded his head as he looked in his rear-view mirror. 

"I'll be back later to pick you up for work. Call me if you need me", he said, peering over at me, after he put the vehicle in park. "I will. Thank you for the ride", I said gently, as I closed the door. He rolled the window down. "Amelia", he called out, making me turn around to face him. "You're welcome. Please be safe", he uttered. 

I grinned as I turned back around to walk to my door. "So, do you want to tell me what is going on between you and the sexy Chief?" Katy teased. I looked back at his vehicle, he had already rolled the window back up. However, I could still feel his eyes on me. 

"Nothing. He is just doing his job", I answered her, as I unlocked my front door. Another cruiser pulled up on the opposite side of the street. Jaxon waited until we were inside to pull off. "It doesn't seem that way", she  poked. "But, it is", I deadpanned. 

I could hear his words float around in my head, begging to stay safe because he wanted to get to know me. "Are you okay, Ame?", she asked softly. I suppose she is finally grasping the severity of the situation. "Yeah. I'm starving. Let's whip something up for lunch", I chirped, attempting to change the subject. I was hungry, though. 

"Yaass. Girl, that mid-term kicked my ass", she exasperated, as we headed into the kitchen. I pulled everything that we need for sandwhiches out. Katy and I are always good at making a mess. Though, we work good together to clean it up, every time. 

We sat on the couch and put on a crime documentary. Usually, this would be comforting for me. But, not today. Sitting here and listening to how these people were brutually raped and murdered only serves to agitate my anxiety. 

"Kat, can we do something, or watch something else?", I asked, looking over at her. "Of course, of course", she chanted, jumping up from the couch. Katy put some tunes on and we chose a room that needed work. Today is the garage. 

I'm converting it into an entertainment room. "So, what happened with Kayla?", she asked, as she helped me pick up my construction trash. I started a mural of a forest on one wall. 

"She spilled coffee on me, and then told me that everyone had hoped that  I died and that he came back for me", I explained. "What?", she screeched. "Yeah. I ended up jumping on her in the middle of the diner. The Chief had to pull me off of her", I told her. 

"Oh my gosh. What a bitch! I hope he gets her instead", Katy said. The passion that follows Katy is one of the many things I love about her. "That's what I told her. Plus a few other choice words", I chuckled with a shrug, playing innocent. 

Time slipped passed us as we talked, painted, sang, danced, and just goofed off together. Katy and I met in kindergarten, she was a new student in the middle of the school year. I reached out to her extending a friendly hand when Katy was bullying her. We have been best friends ever since. 

A pounding at my door startled the both of us. 

"Shit. It's 4:30. That's probably the Chief", I told Katy, turning down the music. "Why would he pound on the door like that, though?", she asked, skeptically. I shrugged my shoulders as we walked towards the front of the house. 

"The music was loud. Maybe we just didn't hear him the first time", I defended, brushing it off. "Weird", she muttered. I opened the door prepared to greet Jaxon. "I'm sorry. I'm not rea..", I stopped mid-sentence, mid-word, the smile on my face falling straight to the ground.