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I'm going Challenges 2 (AngelCollins. Angel has a deep, dark secret that only Mimi knows. Everyone else finds out) and 9 (Must include a long-lost).
Chapter 2: Confrontation
Collins watched Mimi as she made her way back to the couch. "Who was that?" he asked carefully.
"Wrong number," the girl answered quietly, suddenly losing all of her energy.
"Then why did they ask for Angel?"
"Um," Mimi thought for a moment, "you know, there are a lot of Angels around."
"Mimi," he warned, but the girl refused to look at him. He sighed, and looked back down at his work. He had to know who called.
"Mimi," he pleaded, "please tell me who called." The girl picked at her thumbnail. She couldn't give Angel's secret away, but she hated seeing Collins so hurt.
"I can't," she whispered. The man nodded. It was worse then he thought. Maybe, he hoped, she was kidding around, but by the look in her eyes, he knew hat this was serious. His thoughts raced. Who could it be? Instantly, his mind stuck with the worst possibility: A boyfriend.
After was seemed like hours of sitting still, the large door slid open. Angel walked in, wearing his usual drumming outfit, a pair of jeans and a wife beater. He held his 10-gallon plastic bucket and a pair of drumsticks in his strong arms. He smiled when he saw Mimi sitting on the couch.
"He chica," he smiled, setting down his drumming supplies. Collins didn't look up. "I'll just hop in the shower, and then we can make a night of it."
"Um," Mimi stood, making her way over to the sweaty boy, "How about if you just stop by my place and get me." Angel gave her a confused furrow of his brow. Mimi bit her lip, and leaned in close to her best friend's ear. "Manuel called," she whispered painfully.
Angel's face fell, and he looked to Collins as Mimi let herself out.
"How are you?" He asked, making his way over to his lover. He leaned for a kiss, but the teacher resisted. Angle sighed. "You know?"
Collins wouldn't look him in the eye. "I know that some mysterious guy called for you," he told the drummer.
Angel let his head fall down into his hands. "It's a long story, baby," he said.
"I'm all ears," Collins said gruffly.
"It's not as bad as you may think, Tom," Angel continued, agitated at his lover's anger.
Collins stood up. "As bad as I think? So you know what I'm thinking?"
"I have an idea," Angel said, standing, too.
"Are you seeing someone else?" Collins shouted.
"What?"
"Is there someone else?" He heaved, beginning to pace. "Is he some, some other man that you've been seeing?"
"No, it's nothing like that," Angel pleaded, going over to hug his lover. Collins pushed him away.
"Then what is it?"
"I'm not seeing anyone else!" Angel screamed, going red in the face. "There is no one else, Tom!"
Collins looked at how angry his lover was getting. He sighed, and looked down, embarrassed. "When who is he?" he asked, concentrating on the floorboards.
Angel paused, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Can you just trust me?"
The teacher looked over, slightly confused, but less angry. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"Just," Angel said, raising his voice again, "just trust me. Alright? Can you just trust me?"
Collins sighed, knowing that it was foolish of him to jump to conclusions. Angel would never cheat on him; he was too pure-hearted. He nodded, reaching out his arm, pulling the crying drummer close.
Angel lay his head on Collins' shoulder, with his hand placed over his heart. "I'm sorry," Collins apologized, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's waist.
"I know," the small man whispered.
Who do you think Manuel is?
