Decide Your Own Faite

Best friends, drama, plays, magic. Triple threat Cathleen is on a role in high school. She's got the lead role in a play, she's becoming popular, and her two best friends love her to death. She also was abandoned at an orphanage when she was a baby. But when her elementary school best friend returns, what will she learn about her parents and who she really is?


17. Sixteen

"So, sit and spill," Mason pushed me lightly down on to the couch. The boys remained standing, and Harry handed me a plate of food that I just set aside.

"Well, I couldn't sleep so I headed out the back and went for a walk. I began to think and lost track of where I was going. I found a forest and wandered around. Then I realized how long I had been gone, so I began to trace my steps, and luckily I found my way back! It's all good guys." I mentally high-fived myself for that convincing lie. The boys gave me a once over, trying to determine if it was the truth. The first to break was Henry. He smiled at me and the collapsed on the couch--a sure-fire sign he believed me. Mason grabbed my plate and began to eat; a sign he believed. But Harry was the most skeptical, staring at me intently for awhile. I boldly met his glance and he finally gave a slight nod. He sat down right next to me, between me and Henry, and put his arm around my shoulders. Mason sat across from us, continuing to fork my salad into his mouth. They began to chat between themselves, with Harry sending me glances from the corner of his eye. Obviously I hadn't convinced him, so I was going to have to tell him the truth later. The other boys didn't need to be mixed up in the Faites-Fighters business. Though somehow I knew they'd end up knowing or helping by the end.

"Well, look at that, the sun is rising," Mason pointed out the front window. I groaned, realizing I had barely had any sleep, but I brightened remembering it was Saturday and I could sleep as long as I wanted.

Henry stood up and stretched, "I think Mason and I should be heading home now. Our parents are going to be worried about where we are." Mason nodded and stood up as well. I hugged them both and thanked them for being worried about me, then they headed on their way.

"Leena," Harry stood up behind me. His voice sent chills down my spine. All of a sudden I was reminded he was a prince. I spun around to face him, poking him in the chest.

"Why didn't you tell me you were a prince? Why also didn't you tell me you are betrothed? Why did you come back to find me?" I practically yelled up at him; and he actually shrank back a little. I was getting steamed up, so I took a step back and apologized. He ran his hands through his hair and collapsed on the couch, defeated.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled with his head in his hands.

I sat down next to him, "Don't be sorry, I'm just upset you didn't tell me. Why didn't you tell me?"

"It''s complicated," he didn't raise his head.

I laid my forehead on his shoulder, "Then uncomplicate it." He sighed and sat back, studying my face. It was hard to hold eye contact, so I broke it and looked down at my hands. He reached over and pulled up my chin so I was once again trapped in the blue-green ocean of his eyes. Then the unspeakable happened; he quickly leaned over and kissed me, taking me by surprise. And before I could respond, he pulled away and jumped up. All I could do was sit there and stare. The boy I had had a crush on for years, who was betrothed, just kissed me.

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