Chapter 6

"Where are we going, may I ask?"

"Nope! You may not," he said, keeping his eyes on the road.

"You're a mysterious fella, huh?" I asked with a snicker.

We drove for about 20 minutes until he stopped the car in front of a large, spacious field.

"So, picnic at sunset. You really know how to woe a girl." I joked while stepping out of the car.

"Picnic?" He asked me with a sly smile.

I was very confused.

Why was I in the middle of a weird field with a guy that I didn't even know the name of?

He opened the trunk and pulled out a blanket.

I started to talk when she shushed me.

"No questions, just wait," he said, taking my hand and leading me to the field.

When we got to a good spot, he laid down the blanket and we both sat down.

We sat in silence as we watched the sun set behind the mountains. I used every bit of my strength not to get close to him.

Jonathon…

You love Jonathon. Jonathon. Jonathon...

The sun was finally out of sight, and I turned to him. "That was beautiful… what's next?"

"You love asking questions, don't you?"

"Well, you love not answering them…" I cunningly replied.

He laughed, and we lay on our backs to watch the night sky. The stars were out and gleaming.

After a couple minutes of silence, he said "Trey. Trey Ericson."

"Huh?" I turned my head to face him.

"You wanted to know my name, didn't you?"

"Oh…Well, yeah I guess. So, Trey? That's a great name… Why couldn't I know earlier though?"

"Curiosity is a wonderful thing, isn't it?" He turned his head to me and smirked.

I couldn't count how many times he's given me that same exact grin. "Well I'm Sam." I decided to give him my nickname. Everyone called me Samantha; I thought it would be interesting to change it a bit.

"Sam… Short for Samantha?"

"Yeah… I don't like my full name." I said with a light sigh.

"I think it's beautiful. It matches you, very well."

I'd heard that so much from guys that it had gradually lost its effect on me.

He must've noticed it, because he looked to his watch. Then suddenly his hand darted to the sky.

"Look! This is why I brought you here!"' he proclaimed.

I looked up to see flashes of light soaring across the sky.

"Meteor shower…" I whispered to myself. I had never seen one before. I was captivated, amazed, speechless and more.

"Make a wish" I muttered to Trey.

While I closed my eyes to make my wish I felt something brush against my hand. It was him.

He took my hand in his, and set it on his chest. I was nervous at first, but after feeling his soft heart beat against my hand, I was immediately calmed.

"Right now, I don't need a wish," he whispered to me.

For the rest of the meteor shower, we were silent. It wasn't an awkward silence though. It was more of a content silence. No word was said because no word needed to be said.

Finally, when it was over, we packed up and started back to the car. Trey opened my door for me as he walked to the trunk.

"Cute, sweet, and a gentleman. I'm impressed." I said to him.

He smiled. "Just you wait! This isn't over yet."

He started the car and drove back onto the freeway.

It's 9 at night, what else is there to do?

I wonder what he has in mind…

I guess I'll just have to wait and see.

We drove for about 30 minutes when I began to get tired. I rested my head on his shoulder and slowly drifted off.

"Someone call 911!" I shouted to everyone in the chapel.

I stayed by Jonathon's side every possible second that I could.

When the medics showed up, they pulled Jonathon onto a gurney and rushed him out. I followed close behind. When I watched the ambulance speed away, I turned to go back into the church.

I walked up a couple steps when I heard a voice. "Sam…"

I looked up. Trey stood before me in a neat tuxedo. I ran up the stairs to him, I threw my arms around him, and cried.

His arms pulled me closer to him and he ran his hands softly against my back. It slowly soothed me.

"You're mine now…" I heard him mutter.

I stepped back. "Wh-what? What are you talking about?" I looked at him, confused and scared.

I watched as he slowly reached out into his tuxedo. He menacingly glared at me as he pulled out…

A gun…