What I Want

Do you know what it's like to want something so badly, with your whole entire body, as soon as you lay eyes on it? Well, that's what it was like the moment I first saw him. It was like the feeling I got when I practice my music, play around with my art, or even how it felt to help out Earth's creatures. Yes, it was like all those feelings, but better...
*Parents' perfect angel pretending to be somethings she really isn't...What happens when the real her comes out? Can she keep living the classical life her parents raised her to have, or will she be chased to where there's no return?


15. Surprise


        I'm so glad it's Friday. That means a few drama-free days to myself, where I can be at home, in my room, doing whatever I wish to. I just have to go to school one last time first. I open my eyes with a sigh, to find myself on Carla's couch. Oh yeah. She exits her bathroom, smirking at me. "Good, you're awake. Take a shower and get ready for school fast. I have clothes for you here." She tosses me one of my bags from home. It has one of my favorite dresses in it. So I take a shower, slip into my black and red striped dress, straighten my hair, slip on my black beanie, put on a pair of Carla's black high heels, slip bangles on my wrist, do my make-up, and now I'm ready to go.

        Carla drives us to school in silence. She seems tense, but won't tell me what's up. She hurries away as fast as she can, leaving me alone in the parking lot. Well, until an arm slinks around my waist. I cross my arms over my chest at seeing Terrance smirking down at me.

        "What's your problem this morning? Date not go too well with Prince Charming?"

        "I'd ask if you were talking about yourself again, but we both know you're not my prince."

        "I wouldn't be too sure" he jokes. I pale, pausing my hand on my locker dial. "I'm just joking. Jeez, lighten up!" He leans against the lockers, arms crossed, eyes dancing amused. "But seriously, how did your date go?"

        "It wasn't a date, Terrance." It kind of was, but he doesn't need to know that. Besides, I don't really know what it means. I mean, you can obviously call us friends now, but are we more?

        "Glad to here. Because you and I are having our "Thank you for covering for me, Terrance" date this weekend." Come on, it's okay to be exciting."

        "Not a date, Terrance, and which day of the weekend?"

        "All of them" he smirks, shoving off the lockers and strutting away.

        "Great" I slam my locker shut, "Just great."

        "Whoa there, Cutie, what did that locker ever do to you?"

        I smile at that now recognizable voice that sends chills all throughout my body and melt at the touch of his arms wrapping around me.

        "Nothing, Daymien. Just Terrance reminding me, yet again, that I owe him for last night." I shoot upright at my words, glancing at him wide eyed. Dang it, I brought up last night! But he smiles even wider and kisses my cheek.

        "So you two really are lovebirds now, huh?"

        My heart breaks as I turn to my friends, Sky's fallen face in particular. "Skyler, I---"

        He holds up a hand. "Save it" he snaps, walking away. I feel tears and I fall back against my locker, stunned.

        I open my eyes to see who's shadow was looming over me. I see Staycee's smirking face. "You really do deserve this, you know." She smiles, bounding off.

        "They're just---" I hold up a hand to stop Emma from trying to cheer me up.

        "No, she's right. I do deserve this. I deserve to be shunned, because I am the worst friend ever. Better to not be seen with me, guys. I break everything I touch."



        Needless to say, worst. Day. Ever. Literature was awkward, sitting by those three particular people, then again, the same two boys and Emma during Chemistry, and Volunteers was hard to do when everybody ditched. There was only Daymien, Carla, Terrance, and myself. Daymien was mad, since I wouldn't let him speak at all after this morning, and there was something up with Carla and Terrance both.

        Volunteers had just ended and I was headed to the library, but I was stopped. "No hiding today. Hang out with me at our table." Carla insisted. "Please?"

        I give in, allowing her to drag me to the cafeteria. There was something different going on in there. There was a microphone, cameras, and photographers, and they seem to be swarming the stage that had been placed right in front of the table we sit at. Carla walks me over to Terrance, who was leaning on the table and hands me off to him. I give them both a questioning look.

        "Come on" he instructs, pulling me up onto the stage. I have no idea what's going on. It seems that most of the students don't, but they are all watching with curiosity. And I do mean everybody. My friends give me the same questioning look and I give a slight shrug, which I see that they notice it and look even more worried. I look over at Daymien, who seems to be the only one not looking at us, and I have this heart sinking feeling that whatever is happening, I'm about to lose him.

       Terrance grabs both of my hands, stealing my attention back to himself. He kneels down in front of me and looks back up at me, smiling and has a mysterious loom in his eyes. I glance over to Daymien, who seems to know something I don't. Gives me a nod, motioning for me to turn my attention back to Terrance.

        "Charlotte Josephine Williams."

       "Yes?" I question.

       "My best friend, my dearest, my true love." He says every word passionately and doesn't break eye contact as he swivels something around in his fingers. He opens them to show off what he has. "Will you marry me?"

       Then I understand. I don't know how I missed such a thing happening around me, knowing that it one day would, but hoping not for a while. Knowing I had no choice. Knowing that the words I say, I mean. "Yes!!"

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