Unfinished Business

Abby is the kind of girl who keeps to herself. This year, her senior year, everything changes, when her worst enemy, Nicole, decides to play with her old tricks again. Abby has shut that part out of her life completely. Or so she thought. Do you think she has what it takes to make it out alive in time to graduate? Or will she crumble? just like the last time it all happened.

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6. (Nicole, Abby, and Alex)

It’s the morning after I confronted Abby about her and Jason, and Ashley and I are gathered around my Kitchen table talking and snacking on a bag of chips that lay open in front of us both. There is silence that fills the air and I can feel that Ashley wants to say something by the way she takes chips out of the open bag and hesitates before pushing it into her mouth and chewing it for an exceptionally long time.
“Go ahead. Say it.” She looks at me in surprise at my sudden comment.
“Say what? I have nothing to say.” She says and then she reaches into the bag and takes another chip but doesn’t eat it right away.
“You want to say something about last night. I’m sorry Ashley, but I had to do it. She had to know to back away from Jason.”
“I understand that you were upset that he talked to her, but that didn’t mean that you had to lash out at her like you did. I thought that was a bit much.”
“It wasn’t ‘a bit much’ it was the perfect amount. That’s how it works. She does something I don’t like and I tell her not to do it again and she spends a couple weeks sulking over it until she does something else and it all starts back up again.” Ashley just sits there looking at me before pushing another chip into her mouth.
“You couldn’t have asked her nicely about it? Why couldn’t you have just walked up to her after class that same day and asked her nicely to back off? She probably went back up to her room crying after we left.” Wouldn’t that be a sight for sore eyes, me actually making her cry? I mean, I saw her cry at my party years ago and that was just cake, but seeing it again would be even better.
“You have got to be kidding me.” I say, not even giving her the satisfaction of looking her in the eyes and staring blankly at my phone.
“What? Would it have been that hard of a task?” She asks me.
“Yes.”
“Why is that? Why do you insist on hurting Abby so much? I never understood it.” She doesn’t get it. No one ever does, and that is why I have stopped explaining the whole situation to people who ask me that same question with that same look in their eyes that is their way of telling me I am being stupid. I get that look a lot and every time I see that look directed at me I just feel like punching a wall in or something just as violent.
“You wouldn’t understand.” I say my voice a little quieter than before.
“You always say that.” She says back to me with the same level of voice.
“Because it’s true.”
“Ok, well, when you decide to tell me your mystery reason about why you hate her so much, just know that I will be here when you do. Waiting,” she says and then the room is almost quiet when she adds, “Mostly because I really want to know what it is,” and we both laugh a little at her added comment to ease the tension.
“Has anyone ever told you that you are a good friend?” I say to her with a warming smile.
“Yeah, I get that a lot, actually.” She says and by the look on her face I can tell that she is joking a little. In the midst of the silence that starts to come back, my phone buzzes its loud vibrations as it lays in the counter, next to the chips, and I pick it up to find a text from Jason.
“Hey, are you in a better mood than you were the other day after Chemistry?” He texts me.
“Fine,” I text back, avoiding telling him the details from us at Abby’s house last night. If he found out what I did at Abby’s last night then he would probably dump me because, and I hate to say this fact, but because he still cares for her. I can definitely see that and I guess I am going to have to do something to shake her even more that last night if I want Jason all to myself again.
“Hey, Ashley.” I say, a little hesitant to say this but forcing myself to do it anyways.
“What?”
“Can you, like, not tell anyone about what I did last night? Anyone.” I say, putting emphasis on the anyone part.
“I am guessing that by ‘anyone’ you mean Jason.”
“Yeah.” I say, short and blunt.
“Fine, I get it. I wouldn’t want my boyfriend to know I ganged up on his ex too. I wouldn’t say anything to anyone.” She says and then she motions as if she is zipping her mouth shut and throwing away the key over her shoulder.
“I didn’t ‘gang up’ on her. I just told her what’s what.” I say kind of lying to myself as I do.
“Sure.” She says but I know that she knows I am lying about it and the true is I am happy that I did go to her house last night. I am happy that I said what I said to her and I know that she listened to every word of it, even if she hid her fear of me.

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I jolt awake to the feeling of my phone vibrating through the pillows I lay on and into my ear. I search for my phone feeling every which way underneath the depths of my bed sheets and unused pillows until I finally grasp a small metal rectangle, assumedly to be my phone, and pull it into view. When I hit one of the random buttons to turn it on, the light flashed blindingly into my eyes and I jump to it, having to adjust to the new lighting. I find that I have a text from Alex that he has sent me just a couple minutes ago.
“See ya at 11? ;)” I glance over at my alarm clock and see the time is 9:46A.M. Why did he text me this early, I am thinking to myself as I text him back.
“Be there at 10:59.” I reply back with a small chuckle to myself. I slowly sit up avoiding the sudden rush of blood to my brain and stretch my body out of its stiffness by pushing my arms into the nothingness around me. The room is dark and quiet. It’s peaceful. I slide my feet over the side of the bed and I wait a second before slipping them into my old, dark brown uggs that I have has for a couple of long years now and head downstairs. I grab my phone off the bed before leaving and slip it into the side of my boot as I head out my door.
“Mom?” No answer back. The house is quiet and dark, just like my room. Empty. I’m alone and then I remember that my Mom said something about going out of town this weekend. I wish she would’ve told me where she was going, but I guess I saw that coming by the secretive way she’s been acting lately. I walk over to the kitchen to maybe grab some breakfast and a water bottle from the fridge before I start my routine of getting ready. I open the fridge to find nothing interesting; left over pasta, old apples, and almost expired milk. I guess I will just not have breakfast then. I can feel my phone vibrate again in my boot and I smile to myself at the thought of getting yet another text from Alex. At least his texts are making me smile. I don’t even want to think of last night. I was finally starting to get over Nicole and her bitching at me, and the she just shows up out of the blue and pushes herself back into my thoughts.
“Someone must be excited. Am I right?” I read Alex’s text and reply back with a “maybe… O_O” and then toss my phone onto the counter, letting my body fall right along with it, getting to stretch some more. I have one more hour to kill until I have to be at Casey’s house. What can I do for an hour? While thinking of something to do, I grab my phone and push it back down into my boot and go to make my way back up to my room until I see a note. I look closer at it to see that it is from my mother.
“Abby,” the note starts off with, “I saw you were still asleep when I got up so I decided to just let you sleep. Have fun at Casey’s this weekend and I will see you in a couple of days, promise. Here is some money so you can eat while I am gone because I know there is nothing to eat here.” I flip the piece of paper over to find a fifty dollar bill taped to it and I rip it off, without actually ripping the dollar, and find “love, Mom.” Written at the bottom. I read it again one more time, and then another, just to let her words sink in before heading back upstairs to my room with a heavy sigh. My phone vibrates yet again.
“Just maybe?” He texts me and I reply back with “Maybe…” and then I toss the phone onto my recently slept in bed and decide that now is a good time to take a shower before I head over to Casey’s. I turn the knobs of my shower to the desired temperature and while the water heats up, I strip out of my comfy PJ’s and I slip my way into the nice, hot water, letting it soak me from head to toe. I stand there for a couple of minutes before actually going through the routine of washing myself with all the products surrounding me. I rub shampoo and conditioner into my and hair, and I wash my body with that body wash that smells like a tropical island, and I comb my hair out, not wanting to get out once I have finished. I just stand there again, and I watch the condensed water drip down from the window just outside the curtain of my shower. I watch it drip down to the window sill. I could stand here forever and just think about everything. I could think about Nicole, but I decide not to ruin my day just yet. I want today to be a happy day and if I walk into that house feeling like I do right now, sad and depressed, then they will definitely notice it and will start asking questions. I lay my head back and let the water hit my face and I close my eyes, wishing that this warm water could just wash all my troubles away right now and I wouldn’t feel this way. I just tell myself that I have to be happier today and soon I am thinking only of all the fun that I will be having soon with Alex and Casey at their house. When I step out of the shower after turning the water off I go to drying off my body and braiding my hair so it stays out of my way while I get ready. Walking out of my bathroom with the towel wrapped around my body, and my hair braided neatly to the side, I grab my phone once again and read the new text from Alex.
“What is with you and your maybes? Anyways, I just hope you are as excited as I am.” I reply back with, “Totally, because I am going to crush you at Modern Warfare!” I hit send and glance over at my alarm clock to see how much time I have to go. It’s 10:34. I throw on some ripped skinny jeans, magenta, V-neck top and black Toms, toss my phone into my back pocket, and grab my bag that I’ve packed the night before and make my way down stair, not even bothering to do anything with my hair.
Once out the front door and locking it behind me, I start walking over to Casey’s. I didn’t even bother with my car today. I just start walking and it feels that the further I walk the more clear my head gets, so I pull out my IPod, blast on some Mayday Parade music, and check the time before zoning out the music that now drowns out all the life around me. It’s 10:42.

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It’s 11:03. She should be here by now, right? I just need to calm down. She will be here soon, Alex, just wait. Why am I acting this way? It’s just Abby. I sit on the living room couch and wait. Wait for that doorbell to ring. The next thirty seconds feel like hours. My body is all jittery and I cannot seem to stop shaking my legs so I just let them shake away in the hopes that it will help with all the nerves tangling my stomach up right now.
I finally hear the dinging sound of the front door that makes me jump up from my seat. I sprint over the door and open it, taking deep, soothing breaths beforehand, and greeting her with a nice, warming smile.
“Hey.” I lean against the door frame with my hand placed nonchalant over my head, making it look like it’s any other random person at my door right now and not some as special as her.
“Hey.” She smiles her sweet smile as she walks past me, lugging her stuff into the kitchen. I close the door behind her and watch her walk towards the kitchen to set all her stuff down, enjoying the view I get as I do.
“Can I grab a water?” She asks me, pointing over to the fridge.
“Grab me one!” I loudly say in her direction and walk over to kitchen to regain sight of her beauty.
“Why do you look so tired?” I ask her, just to keep the conversation going.
“My mom wasn’t home, and I didn’t feel like driving over here so I walked.” She waves her hand at me to emphasize the fact that it was no big deal and sits down at the counter and rest.
“And what happened to 10:59? You are,” I glance over at the clock upon the stove to make sure of the time, “five minutes late.”
“Well, sorry I wasn’t precise enough for you.” She looks into my eyes and there is a quiet, calm, soft feeling in the air. I can tell that she feels it too when she abruptly turns away and reaches for her phone to check for any new messages and missed calls. There must have been nothing because she slumps down a little and tosses the phone back over to her bag on the dining room table.
“Expecting a call from somebody?”
“No… Well, yeah, actually,” I sit down at the table and give her a look for her to continue on, “Well, my mom went out of town and I was hoping she would at least call me and tell me she is ok or something.” She glances over at her phone, longing for it to ring.
“She is probably fine. Don’t worry about it.” I say, in my attempt to comfort her in some way.
“Yeah, maybe.” She says, and then she suddenly gets quiet and stares at the floor as if to hide how she is really feeling from me. I scoot myself closer and pull her into a hug, not really thinking of what I am doing and probably making an idiot of myself in the process, but I continue anyways. She hesitates at first, probably wondering why I am doing this but she soon hugs back and it’s that moment that I don’t want to let go of her, wishing that time could stop and I could enjoy this moment forever.
“So, ready for me to crush you in some video games?” I say as we pull away, and I walk over to the island and grab a banana to satisfy my stomach and jog down the closest hall into my room.
“Shouldn’t I go say hello to Casey first or something?” She asks.
“Well, she probably heard the doorbell.”
“I guess, and what makes you think that you are the best? I could secretly be the best gamer in the world and you could be making a big fool of yourself right now.”
“Well I doubt that, but you might be good… For now let’s just let the professionals handle things, game wise.” I turn to face her to find her exploring every detail of my room, running her fingers along the edge of my bed sheets like a little kid first walking into a new candy store. It’s kind of cute.
“Professional? I am a professional. You are so sexist!” When she says this she playfully hits my shoulder and I jump over to the TV to start up the games. I hit the power buttons, plug in two controllers, and do all else in order to get the game started. Hard core guitar music finally starts up after a couple of tries and I toss her a controller, jumping back onto the bed ready to play. I feel her arm brush up against mine and we lock eyes again. It’s quiet; the air is peaceful. I decide to lean in and part my lips to show that I want to kiss her, just to see what she will do and by the look that she gives me I can tell that she wants to but is a bit scared, just as scared as I am right now. Our noses touch making us both flinch at the surprise of how close we are. I want to kiss her so badly right now and it is hard for me not to move any closer.

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What should I do? Am I ready for this step? If I don’t kiss him then I will probably regret it, but on the other hand, if I do kiss him then people will definitely find out about it and Nicole will definitely pull one of her horrible tricks. Should I do it?
I realize that I am over thinking this just a little bit and before I can think about it anymore his hand moves up and caresses the side of my face and moves itself downward to the back of my neck. This is it. We are about to kiss; I just know we are. I feel his warm, minty breath on my cheek and we are just centimeters away from each other now. I move myself inward to him.
“Hey, Alex is Ab-” Casey stops mid charge in the doorway with a shocked look plastered on her face. I jolt up from the bed and jump over into the chair that goes to the desk across the room and try to pretend that I am at least a little bit interested in the game we were never really playing and I try my best at pretending like nothing was just about to happen. I glance over at Alex to see that his face is buried in the sheets of his bed and hands locked behind his head as if he is trying to hide his self in the bed sheets.
“YES!” He says a bit too loudly at Casey when he finally lifts his head.
“Oh… I see that she is… and you just didn’t bother to tell me?” She crosses her arms over her chest and leans against the door frame as if she is scolding him or something motherly.
“I was going to, Casey. She just got here. Can’t she have some breathing time between running over here and you crowding down her neck?” Ok, I have to say that that was a bit harsh, but it seems that that is how Alex acts when he gets frustrated. The room is filled with an awkward kind of feeling and it smothers me, making it harder for me to breath and I just have to get out. I am reminded of how I felt at the party. I told myself that I never wanted to feel like that again and soon all I want while sitting in the horrible silence is the go outside to the fresh air. I feel the room getting smaller and smaller with every second that passes by in the next minute.
“I’ll just go call my mom.” I finally say, and I bolt out of the room as if it were on fire and reach for my phone that seemed to be miles away, sitting on the kitchen counter. I can feel the sweat condense over my body from all the nerves building up inside me. I grab my phone and run out the front door to let the cold autumn air blow against my skin. It feels nice. I close my eyes for a second and call my mom to check in with her, but when I hear that first ring I am suddenly speechless. What am I gonna tell her? She is probably way too busy to listen to my problems. And what am I supposed to say exactly? Am I still spending the night? I hit the end button of my phone and put it back in my pocket.
I walk back into the house to check if the coast is clear. I hear the loud whispers echo from the room where Alex and I almost connected, the room where we almost kissed. I stand in the kitchen alone and lightly touch my lips, softly smiling at the thought of the almost perfect memory while I await someone, anyone, to leave the room, because I am definitely not going back in there right now.

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Casey sits at the edge of my bed with her head falling between her open knees and into her hands, as she thinks of something good to start off saying.
“What were you thinking?!” She decides to start off with, midst the awkward silence.
“I was thinking that I really like her and I wanted to kiss her.” She lifts her head up out of her hands and just looks at me and I just bite my lip and sit up in the bed.
“At least you finally admitted that to yourself.” She says, talking to herself more than to me.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I ask.
“It means, that you’ve been in denial all week about you little crush on Abby and I can tell that you like her more than you let on.” She says, then stands and starts pacing the room before continuing with her talking, “What are we going to do about you and Abby? I mean, you can’t seriously thing that you are ready for a relationship now. I mean, not after-” I stop her right there before she even thinks of bringing up that subject again.
“We aren’t bringing that back up again, are we? I don’t want to talk about that any more. I just want to forget that it ever happened.” But it did happen, whether I like it or not, and I think that is why Casey hates me with girls now because she cannot stand the thought of all that ever happening again. “And since when does my love life include you?” I add in, regretting it after I say it.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s my love life Casey, not yours. I should be able to kiss who ever I want to kiss and be with whoever I want to be with. You are not Mom.”
“I just want to protect you-”
“I don’t need your protection!” I stop her before she goes too far once again. I’m getting angry just thinking about it and she can see that so she backs off.
“You know what, I’m sorry. I just care about you a bit too much. I mean you’re my brother.” She sits down on the spot next to me and pulls me into a hug, but I’ve had this kind of hug before. She isn’t done with this conversation and this is her way of saying that she is still watching me, but in her own caring way. I never understood her logic, but if I know one thing, it’s that Abby and I could never be a successful couple with my protective sister in the picture. She soon pulls away and says, “Now go say sorry to Abby.”
“What?! Why me? You were the one who barged in on us.” Her face gets suddenly serious to this comment but she just pushes it aside.
“Because you were the one who scared her away.” I would say otherwise, but I have learned after many years to not questions my sisters mind.
“Maybe you scared her away.”
“You were the one about to kiss her until I walked in. Maybe she was happy it happened or didn’t happen, in your case.” I look the other way to hide my hurt look but she adds, “Oh, I was just kidding. She likes you though.”
“I thought so but when I was about to kiss her she looked like she was about it get shot or something. She looked like she was afraid of me or something.”
“Yeah or something.” She says just quiet enough for me to hear and I can tell that she didn’t want me to here that by when she adds, “Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing.” And then after saying out good nights she walks out the door and I just lay in my bed, replaying the last hour in my head over and over again.

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I am leaning over the kitchen counter, fiddling with my phone in the hopes that my mom will at least text me or something, when Casey strolls out of Alex’s room and walks up to me.
“Hey,” She says softly to me and I try to hurry up with finishing the text I send my mom before answering.
“Hey,” I say after a long pause, “I was just-” She stops me midsentence, making me jolt a little but I play it off with a smile and I cover my hear with my hand as if she just about gave me a heart attack.
“I’m not mad at you!” She sort of yells at me.
“Really?” I ask in my confused tone and I walk around the counter so we are face to face, “I thought you were furious with me.”
“I was at first but it really just took me by surprise. I am ok with it now, really, and you can totally go back in there and continue with your video games if you want to.” She says this but I can tell that she would find it very uncomfortable if I did so I decide against it.
“No, I’m sorry. I’ll just spend the rest of the night with you. If that is ok, I mean.”
“Sure, how about a big bowl of popcorn and lots of chick flicks?” We both smile at each other and let out laughs at the eased tension in the room and before we walk up stairs I grab my bags and Casey pops the popcorn into a bowl. We both sprint upstairs after that and spend the rest of the night eating and staring at the TV screen like two teenage girls.

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You’ve got to be kidding me. I was so close to kissing her. So close to the one thing I have wanted for a while now and I didn’t get it. I just want to kiss her soft lips and hold her all night. That was my plan. Now what am I doing? I am sitting in bed alone because of my stupid, over protective sister.
I can see her now just sitting up in Casey’s room watching chick flicks and wishing that she was with me. She’s probably snuggled up in those blankets just imagining that they are my arms. At least that’s what I wish she is doing right now. I want her to miss me because that means that it is ok for me to miss her just as much.
I look over at my alarm clock to see the time. It’s 12:43 A.M. It’s been hours since I’ve seen Abby. I could just walk upstairs and hang out with them but I just know that Casey wouldn’t like that. She would glare at me with that look of hers that says “Get out!” the whole time I am up there, so that is out of the question. I sit up in my bed and let my feet dangle off the edge. My legs feel wobbly when I stand up due to the fact that I haven’t left my bed since Casey has left the room, but I regain my balance and make my way to the door.

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“Are you thirsty?” I ask Casey during the middle of one of the movies we have in right now.
“Yeah, actually, a little bit. Why don’t I run down stairs and grab us some waters.” She stands up and when she does she notices the empty popcorn bowl and grabs that also, “Why don’t I pop some popcorn also.” She goes to walk out the room and down to the kitchen when I stop her.
“Wait,” I say, “I’ll do it,” and she just looks at me in wonder of what I am thinking. “What? I just have a lot of energy from sitting in that bed all day and night. I need to stretch my legs.” She just keeps look at me.
“Are you sure that you don’t want to just go see Alex? I mean it’s fine with me if you do. He is probably still up.” I can tell that the thought still upsets her so I don’t even think about it. I just think about stretching my legs on the way down the stairs.
“I’m not going to go see Alex,” no matter how much I want to, “I just want some water. Is that too much to ask?” I cross my arms over my chest jokingly and she just hits me with a “whatever” look and she jumps back to her spot on the bed. I make my way down the stairs and towards the kitchen, trying my best so stay quiet so I don’t wake anyone up. Once I reach the bottom of the steps I come to find a strong white light emerging from the kitchen as if someone is gazing into the contents of the inside the fridge, hoping to find something good to eat at this hour. I stop walking for a minute and tell myself that I am just going to walk in, get the waters, and leave to avoid any awkward confrontation with Casey’s parents, but that doesn’t happen because when I round the corner I come to find Alex face to face with me, fridge door still open, and he is staring down at me with those big brown eyes of his. What do I say now?
“Hey,” I say after not being able to think of something better.
“Hey,” His gaze suddenly moves to the floor as if he is getting embarrassed or something and I can see that he doesn’t know what to say in this situation either.
“Hey,” I haven’t a clue what to say either, but I mentally slap myself for repeating what I just said.
“You already said that.” He says and then looks back to me and smiles, but I can still see that he is as nervous as I am still.
“Right, look I-” He interrupts me.
“I’m sorry my sister barged in on us earlier. She can be a bit over protective when it comes to me seeing girls.” I find this comment a bit weird but I push it aside to avoid thinking the worst.
“It’s ok.”
“Not it’s not. She could’ve at least knock before she just walked in. I mean, we were just about to…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, but instead just locks eyes with mine and soon we are just standing there in the darkness of the kitchen, the only light coming from the open fridge door that we should probably close, but I am not worried about that right now. We aren’t moving. We aren’t talking. We are just standing there and I try my best to take deep breathes to slow down the fast beating of my heart, but it isn’t doing much.
“Right when we were about to kiss.” I finish his sentence for him and it’s then that I realize how close we are to each other. It’s as if our bodies just drift like two ships in the middle of an ocean. We don’t notice it, but they both move closer, naturally attracted to each other. I don’t really know why I said that in the first place. Maybe I am just so nervous that my mouth runs before checking with my head first to make sure it sounds ok. Maybe it was because I really wanted to kiss him? Or maybe because I really like him? Or because maybe if I said this then he would get my huge hint and just kiss me all ready before Casey ruins the moment again. Before I even knew what was happening Alex is locking is fingers behind my back, in the assurance that I won’t back away this time due to other reasons and his face is just inches away from mine, so close that I can feel his breathing down on my cheek. He looks down at me and we both stare into each other’s eyes, but that only lasts for a moment because soon his lips reach mine and we are standing in the midst of the dark kitchen just kissing each other lightly.
Is this really happening? This seems like too much of a fairy tale to actually be real so I discretely step on my toes to make sure, know that there is no pain in dreams, and sure enough I find that this moment is actually happening. I am awake. This is happening. I want to jump for joy at the known fact, but I don’t want this moment to stop so I just stand there and smile to myself as he kisses me and soon I feel his lips turn up into a smile as well, both of us smiling at that fact that we are actually kissing each other. He pulls away sooner than when I want him too, but he does so to catch his breath and all I can seem to do is blush and smile at him. I have to bite my lips to suppress some of my smiling and he smiles back at me, noticing how happy I am right now.
“Wow,” is all I can say at this moment.
“Yeah,” is all he can seem to say back. I suddenly remember why I came down here in the first place and I grab a bag of popcorn conveniently lying on the counter next to me and pop it into the microwave to my other side, then I grab to waters out of the open fridge and I close the door, having it been open the whole time we’ve been down here. I set the waters by the empty bowl for the popcorn and wait for the ding of the microwave. For about 30 microwave seconds, neither of us says anything. We both just stand next to each other and reminisce the past event.
The ding of the microwave sounds and I pour the buttery popcorn into the big bowl and lay the waters atop it all and gather myself to make my way back upstairs after not knowing what to say.
“Wait,” He says suddenly, stopping me, “I need to tell you something.” This is it. This is when he tells me that he likes me and I will soon have a boyfriend in a couple of minutes.
“Yes?” I set the bowl back onto the counter and await his answer.
“I like you.” I saw this coming, so I just smile back at him.
“I like you too.” He smiles back at me and we both pull into a hug.
“I want to be with you.” He says, but he says it as if there is a second half to the sentence and my smile fades.
“But?” I say to push him along.
“But, my sister. She would freak if she found out we started dating. So I can’t tell her just yet.”
“I know. I am pretty good at reading people’s faces and hers said that exact thing.” And I wasn’t lying when I said this. When she told me that I could hang with Alex she just had that look in her eyes that said that she wanted me to say no or something. There is another silence and then he breaks it again.
“So, what do you want to do?” He says, and then his arms move to rubbing my arms with an up and down motion, giving me tingles all over and putting another smile on my face despite our current situation.
“I don’t know,” I start off and then I am taken back to two years ago at Nicole’s party once again. I just have to tell him. He has a right not know what I did if he wants to be a part of my life like this so I continue talking, “But I do have to tell you something before we go any farther with this.” I feel knots forming in my stomach and I wrap my arms around me as if it will help.
“What? What’s wrong?” He says and then he wraps his arms around me, me not moving at all, and his head goes down next to mine and I close my eyes for a minute or two while we stand there. I start to feel all the emotions from that day flood back and the memories of me just the night before re-watching the new video that Nicole had given me and me crying my eyes dry hit me. I start with deep breaths and push those feeling down to the pit of my stomach which makes me a bit sick.
“Well, I should tell you this small thing about me before you even consider going after me.” I tell him everything. I start back at the beginning when I first though Jason liked me and then I tell him about the stuff I did in the bathroom with him, me thinking that it was real the whole time, and then I tell him about the first video, the edited version. I decide to also mention Nicole coming over to my house last night and black mailing me with the new video. He just listens to me the whole time, all his focus on me, and I feel like I have been talking forever.
“Wow, you have a good back story,” he says once I am done and take a breath. His comment makes me smile and I feel a little bit better.
“So you aren’t mad?” I say, “Or disgusted?”
“What happens in the past stays in the past.” He says as if it was no big deal, but I can tell that something else is bothering him.
“Really? Most people don’t like me anymore because of that day.”
“Really, it’s fine because there’s something about me that you should know also.” I’m scared now, at the wonder of what he could be talking about and just when I thought the knots in the pit of my stomach were gone, they are back.
“Does this explain why Casey is so protective of you all the time?” I ask, once again wrapping my arms around my belly to get rid of all the knots.
“Yes, actually. It has to do with my ex-girlfriend, Brittany.” His gaze goes down to the floor and I can see that he has never really talked about this before.
“You don’t have to tell me if you aren’t comfortable with telling me.”
“No, I want to. I actually feel comfortable with talking with you and I need to get this out to someone and I think that it should be you.”
“Ok,” I say, and then he starts with his story from the very beginning to where his is now and the whole time I am only thinking of him and how I feel that his back story is worse than mine, but at least I have found someone that has gone through something terrible like me, and still is. It makes me happy to think so. I suddenly think of Casey and me wondering where I have went but once we are done talking I decide to throw together some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and I use those as my excuse of being late.

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