Great, Friday was today. Just what I needed. My would-have-been-date with Jack was for sure off, seeing as how I had not seen him in a few days. (Just as a heads up, I'm over him; he's not even worth it.)
So here's how it went, I ended up telling Spot, who hangs around here a lot lately, about my "date" to Poker night with Jack and how it was probably off and he offered to take me instead. So, here I am. Friday night, slipping – or rather wriggling – into one of the tightly fitting dresses I hadn't worn yet and decided I should wear to the party, or whatever this was. I heard Spot knock on my door waiting for me to be ready to leave.
"Coming, coming!" I called again, except this time I really was ready and going to the door. When I stepped out, Spot's jaw dropped a little.
"I've never seen that one before," he said, circling me and looking me up and down approvingly. "I like it, red is a good color for you. Makes you look prettier."
"Thanks," I smiled. "Shall we go?"
He nodded and offered me his arm. I took it and off we went to the Manhattan Newsboys lodging house poker night.
The second I walked in, I felt queasy. So many boys…all staring at me…oh god! Jack looks kind of crushed seeing me with Spot…SO?! He crushed you first!
Despite my mental argument with myself, I smiled sweetly at all the boys except Jack and held on tighter to Spot's strong arm. His smirk, I noticed, grew larger as he led me to the couch Jack was reclining in at that moment and engaged us both into a conversation with the boys.
A few hours later, with most of the boys -- Spot included -- drunk, I sat uncomfortably undrunk on the sofa next to still sober Jack.
"Want some fresh air?" Jack asked presently. I shrugged, looked at woozy Spot, and stood up to leave. Once outside, Jack began,
"So…Spot."
"Yeah, he's great."
"Oh, come on, Rosie! Don't do this to me."
"Don't do this to YOU?! What you did to me was not so slight in comparison!"
"I know," he quietly muttered. "And I'm very sorry."
"I was lonely without you, Jack. Why didn't you come? Because you're not sorry, not at all! You're just saying it, you don't feel it in your heart!" I ranted, pointing an angry and accusing finger at him. He hung his head in shame.
"Please trust me, I'm sorrier than you can imagine."
"There's no way you can be sorry. You left and didn't come back, that doesn't seem sorry to me, Jack. I trusted you."
"I thought it would be better…Mush told me…you don't understand. Aw, hell!" His hand flew out and cupped the back of my neck, quickly pulling me into a kiss.
AH! What sweet pleasure it is to be kissed! I melted into it and wound my arms around his neck. Alas, it lasted only a few seconds before the high wore off enough for me to realize this was wrong. I quickly pulled away and glared incredulously at him.
"How dare you!" I hissed, completely acting and barely keeping it together because of the delight I experienced in the kiss and in the proceeding moments. I couldn't quite bring myself to slap him so I just stormed past him back into the house to find Spot.
Outwardly, I was angry. But inside, I was bursting with happiness. The way Jack kissed me was unlike any other kiss I had ever felt in my life. True it was smooth and sweet and sincere, but it also had something you couldn't fake. Something that sent shivers down my spine just thinking about it, something that gave me that warm fuzzy feeling inside…
"I'm sorry for leaving you, not sorry for that," he murmured as he passed me before retreating upstairs for the rest of the night.
God, Rosie, way to fuck things up worse than they already were! Good luck sorting this one out.
Okay, so it took a while to come but I've been busy. So many papers!! Jeeeeez!! Well, anyway. Hoped you like it! The other may be longer in coming than this one but I hope whomever is still reading will review. It helps me speed things along, trust me!
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