Chapter One
The music flooded the room as she walked in and took in her surroundings. Another party. They were always the same, she knew though she hardly went. Hell, there was always something better to do. All the good guys were always at these lame-ass parties thinking it was the place to be. All the good guys except for one. One good guy that could care less about these little gatherings. He normally wouldn't be caught dead at a usual friday night party thrown by one of the desprite high schooler, but tonight, she caught word that he had shown. And her mission was to find out why.
It was gonna be quite a challenge for her to find him. There were people everywhere and he could be anywhere, but she went to the place where he'd most likely be first. She swayed slightly to the music as she made her way out the patio doors and past the in ground pool. She ignored the numerous waves, whistles, and 'hellos' and continued on her way. And there he was, slouched in a patio chair far off near the trees smoking a cigarette. She smirked. Such the James Dean. He hadn't spotted her yet, so she took the time to observe him for a minute. He ran his hands through his hair occationally and took drags from his cigarette just as often. Something was on his mind. She decided it was time to make herself known.
"This seat taken?" She asked and sat down across from him without waiting for a response. He looked across at her. She could only slightly make out his face through the shadows. "What are you doing here Mariano?"
"I'm partying, what the hell does it look like I'm doing?" He asked leaning forward and resting his elbow on his knee.
"Looks like you're running from something." He raised his eyebrows questioning her. "You never go to these things. I know you."
"Well, obviously you don't know me that well, because back in New York, I went to these things every fucking day." He threw his cigarette and starred at her.
"Well New York is different from here. Those parties aren't like these. They don't just serve soda."
"How do you know this? Ever been?" He knew the answer to that was no.
"Not the point. You've told me about it. I know enough. Why are you here?"
"Lay off Rory." He said softly. She stayed quiet and just watched him. "Look, what I'm running from-" he stopped as if to rethink what he was going to say. "Fuck it, I'm running from you."
She was taken back. "Wha-"
He got up. "You, Rory. You."
"Wha-, why?" She watched him pace next to her.
"You, you and Dean. You gotta know that I want you, Rory. You're not stupid. And you still prance around with your precious boyfriend in front of me. I can't take it any more. I'm going back to New York, Rory. I'm leaving monday."
She didn't know what to say. "Dont go."
"Why the hell not?" He barked. "Will I miss the parade the town's gonna put on for your anniverary, 'cause I don't wanna miss that."
"No..."
"Then what, Rory. Why should I stay?" He sat and searched her eyes. She didn't say anything. "Exactly... "he got up. "Don't bother coming to see me off." He walked back into the house and out of her life.
The music flooded the room as she walked in and took in her surroundings. Another party. They were always the same, she knew though she hardly went. Hell, there was always something better to do. All the good guys were always at these lame-ass parties thinking it was the place to be. All the good guys except for one. One good guy that could care less about these little gatherings. He normally wouldn't be caught dead at a usual friday night party thrown by one of the desprite high schooler, but tonight, she caught word that he had shown. And her mission was to find out why.
It was gonna be quite a challenge for her to find him. There were people everywhere and he could be anywhere, but she went to the place where he'd most likely be first. She swayed slightly to the music as she made her way out the patio doors and past the in ground pool. She ignored the numerous waves, whistles, and 'hellos' and continued on her way. And there he was, slouched in a patio chair far off near the trees smoking a cigarette. She smirked. Such the James Dean. He hadn't spotted her yet, so she took the time to observe him for a minute. He ran his hands through his hair occationally and took drags from his cigarette just as often. Something was on his mind. She decided it was time to make herself known.
"This seat taken?" She asked and sat down across from him without waiting for a response. He looked across at her. She could only slightly make out his face through the shadows. "What are you doing here Mariano?"
"I'm partying, what the hell does it look like I'm doing?" He asked leaning forward and resting his elbow on his knee.
"Looks like you're running from something." He raised his eyebrows questioning her. "You never go to these things. I know you."
"Well, obviously you don't know me that well, because back in New York, I went to these things every fucking day." He threw his cigarette and starred at her.
"Well New York is different from here. Those parties aren't like these. They don't just serve soda."
"How do you know this? Ever been?" He knew the answer to that was no.
"Not the point. You've told me about it. I know enough. Why are you here?"
"Lay off Rory." He said softly. She stayed quiet and just watched him. "Look, what I'm running from-" he stopped as if to rethink what he was going to say. "Fuck it, I'm running from you."
She was taken back. "Wha-"
He got up. "You, Rory. You."
"Wha-, why?" She watched him pace next to her.
"You, you and Dean. You gotta know that I want you, Rory. You're not stupid. And you still prance around with your precious boyfriend in front of me. I can't take it any more. I'm going back to New York, Rory. I'm leaving monday."
She didn't know what to say. "Dont go."
"Why the hell not?" He barked. "Will I miss the parade the town's gonna put on for your anniverary, 'cause I don't wanna miss that."
"No..."
"Then what, Rory. Why should I stay?" He sat and searched her eyes. She didn't say anything. "Exactly... "he got up. "Don't bother coming to see me off." He walked back into the house and out of her life.