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Take My Hand – Chapter 2
The rain is steadily falling all around us. I was getting completely soaked, but I could care less. The only thing that matters is me and Nate. He and I are still swaying, locked in our tight embrace. It's beginning to get darker out and I realize I should be getting home, but I can't get myself to leave. Being here with Nate helps me see the good in life; I don't want this feeling to go away. So I relax and lean against him listening to just the pitter patter of the rain.
Nate puts his head on my shoulder and I can feel his hot breath on my ear. That, combined with the cold rain makes me shiver. He feels this and pulls me even tighter against him, as if that were possible. I close my eyes and try to keep my breathing even so I don't make Nate suspicious of my feelings for him. The silence is calming and soon the rain turns into just a mist.
"Caity?" Nate says finally breaking the silence. His voice sounds a little shaky, but I ignore it thinking that he is just a little cold.
"Yes?" I say trying to keep my voice even because his breath on my neck is making my mind go blank.
"Will you go to Homecoming with me?"
A hundred questions go around in my head. Why was he asking me, could it be because he really, truly likes me? But I thought he had a girlfriend. What happened between them? I was so confused.
Nate, probably looking at the confusion on my face, adds the words I had been dreading "We'll go as friends of course."
I feel hurt as he says these words because I just got my hopes up for nothing. He still just wants to be friends. But then something inside me just snapped. I got angry, because even though he was asking me, I was really just a last resort and I didn't want to be his second best anymore.
"No Nate, I will not go with you," I say now trying to keep my voice even for a totally different reason. As I say this I sadly break away from our embrace so I can look him clearly in the face.
He looks at me clearly puzzled, probably because every dance we have gone to where neither of us have dates, we have gone together. Well not anymore!
"I don't understand Caity. We have always gone with each other. You're my best friend!"
"Nate, that's just it! I am tired of being second best, of being just the best friend. I want a guy who will ask me to a dance because he wants to be my actual date. A guy who will get me a corsage or dance with me during slow dances or maybe even escort me home and kiss me sweetly on my front porch!"
"What are you trying to say Caity? That you don't want to be friends anymore?"
"No, of course not!
"Then what are you trying to say?"
I look down at my shoes and think just tell him Caitlyn, now is your chance. Nate steps toward me and lifts my chin up with his thumb. "Tell me what's going on, Caitlyn"
I look him straight in the eyes and I see the same thing I thought saw earlier. I finally make up my mind, plus I just cannot resist him.
"I like you, ok? The 'I want to be more than friends kind of like'. I have for a long time, but I didn't tell you because I know you could never feel the same. I know I am not at all like the other girls you date, so I knew I had no chance. This is why I have to say no to going to the dance with you, because I don't just want to be second best. I need to get over you and find someone who will actually share my feelings!"
By now I had a flood of tears streaming down my face that were mixing with the rain that was suddenly pouring down on us. The thunder and lightning had ceased leaving just the sound of water hitting the ground around me. I could barely see Nate's face, but I could tell he was deep in thought. I just knew he was trying to figure out a way to let me down gently. So I did what any self respecting girl would do in my situation, I ran. I ran past the park and into the woods behind it where I knew Nate couldn't follow me. I knew the trails better, but he would have ended up getting lost.
He had tried to grab my arm before I ran away from him, but I was too fast. I could hear him yelling my name behind me and he was saying something that sounded like "Stop, I just want to talk!" But I could not go back and face him, just to hear the words "I'm sorry, but I don't feel the same way."
As soon as I couldn't hear his voice calling my name anymore, I fell to the ground exhausted, emotionally and physically. I finally broke out into the heart wrenching sobs I had been holding in earlier. My day has just gotten a whole lot worse, something I didn't even think was possible.
How could I be so stupid! I had just ruined every hope of being close to Nate again. He was my best friend and I had just lost him. Why did I have to have feelings for him, why? I pounded my fists on the cold, wet ground and angrily screamed into the sky.
I am cold, shivering wet, and completely heartbroken. I knew I needed to get out of the rain, otherwise I would end up getting sick, but I could not go back home. I picked myself up off the ground and tried to clear all the dirt and muck off of me. I start walking because I know where I can go.
The rain has turned back into a gentle mist, and I take in a deep breath to try to stay calm. After about fifteen minutes of walking, I finally reach my destination. I ring the doorbell and hope to God she is home. The door opens and it is indeed her.
"Caitlyn!"
"Hey, Mitchie," is all that I can get out before the tears are back.
Mitchie takes in my appearance, and her eyes widen. She immediately grabs me in for a hug, and I am so grateful for the comfort. She pulls away keeping her hands on my shoulders and looks me in the eye.
"Alright, who do I have to hurt?"
"No one, well maybe. I promise I will explain but can I come inside? I just really need someone to talk to and there is nowhere I can go. My parents are fighting again." Mitchie also knows about my parents. There have been many nights where she has let me stay over at her house because she knows it's really hard for me to be around them.
"Yeah, come on in, you can borrow some of my clothes to dry off. I'll meet you upstairs.
"Mom, Caitlyn's here! Can she stay for dinner?" is all that I hear before I walk upstairs and into Mitchie's room. I take a deep breath and brace myself for the never ending questions that are sure to come from Mitchie.
It's going to be a long night.
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