Author's Note: So yeah...This chapter is a little weird, but I like it, it's unexpected...to say the least. Thanks for the reviews.
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Chapter 11: Life Intervenes
Julie had made her choice, she was sure of it. She knew what she wanted, as she got off of the bus and walked into the dorm, she took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Please let him be there.
"Julie!" Portman answered the door, he was shirtless. "What are you, I um, hi."
"Hi," she said, "Can I come in?"
"Um," he said, "I'm kinda busy, if you could come back later, or maybe I'll come find you,"
"Dean," she heard a high giggly voice, and then saw a little brunette walk up behind him, wearing a pink cashmere sweater, "I have to go," she kissed him, "I had fun."
"Yeah," he nodded, "Me too."
"Hi Julie," she waved and walked out.
"Hi," Julie nodded, she recognized this girl from class, standard Muffy, of course. "So," she said, "you and um,"
"Alexis," he said, "her name's Alexis."
"Alexis," She said, "Right. Well, I just wanted to um, say that I'm sorry. I mean, about last night."
"Forget it," he said, "it's fine."
"I mean, what happened with Scot," she said, "it just sort of did, and well, I want to be friends." Liar, she thought to herself. She didn't want to be friends. She wanted to tell him that she wanted to be with him. She wanted to kiss him and have him hold her. She wanted to have him whisper to her on the bench like he used to, and hold hands with him. But it was too late for that now, he had probably had sex with this Alexis girl, she knew he had made out with her. And why shouldn't he? She slept had been dating someone else, had slept with someone else.
"Sure," he nodded, "yeah, friends, I mean, I guess we have to be right? Because of the team."
"Right," she said, "OK, so um, friends, I'll see you around."
"Yeah," he nodded. "See you." Julie walked out of her room and down the hall to hers. She fell back onto her bed. God she had screwed up. She lay on her bed for a few minutes when she heard a knock on the door she stood up and answered it.
"Hi," Scot was standing in front of her.
"Hi," she said quietly.
"I wanted to apologize," he said, "I overreacted, and I know you told me it was over, and I should trust you," No you shouldn't, she thought to herself. "I said some really awful things that I hate myself for. And if you can deal with the fact that I acted like a major ass hole, could you possibly forgive me?" She smiled at him, he really was so great. And well, he wanted her, and wasn't hanging out shirtless with stupid girls named Alexis who wore overpriced sweaters.
"If you can forgive me," she said, quietly. "For not explaining to you better."
"Done," he smiled and kissed her. "So, do you want to talk about last night?" She nodded and sat down. "You did want to do it right?"
"Yes," she nodded, "I did."
"No regrets?" He asked.
"No," she shook her head. Why was she lying so much? She had a million regrets. "Except for the fight this morning."
"I didn't like that part either," he smiled, "but making up could be fun." He went to kiss her, she pulled away, "Or not."
"I don't think we should again," she said quietly, "I'm not ready Scot, I shouldn't have last night."
"OK," he nodded, "that's fine."
"Really," she said, "You don't mind?"
"No," he shook his head, "I mean, I wish you had decided that before I already got a taste," she giggled, "but if you're not ready, then you're not ready." She smiled. "So, we're OK?"
"Yeah," she nodded, "We're OK."
"So, can I kiss you now?" He asked, "Or are we not ready for that yet either?"
"No," she laughed, "that we're ready for." She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. He kissed her back softly. "I like making up."
"Me too," he laughed, "Although I'd like to not do it much."
A few days later Julie stood putting books into her locker. She closed it and saw Alexis standing there.
"Hi," she said with a smile.
"Oh, hi," Julie said, she wondered why she was talking to her.
"I just wanted to tell you, nothing happened with me and Dean the other day," Alexis said, "I mean, we made out, but nothing else. We really just talked."
"OK," Julie said, trying to not give away her feelings. She didn't need this girl running off to all of her friends giggling about how ridiculous Julie Gaffney was.
"Why aren't you guys together?" Alexis asked. "Because when we talked, I have to tell you, it was mostly about you. He likes you, a lot."
"It's complicated," Julie sighed, "also I have a boyfriend."
"Scooter?" Alexis said. Julie nodded. "So, you're not going to be with Dean?"
"No," Julie said. "I'm not."
"So, then you don't care if," Alexis started,
"Look," Julie said, "I don't care what he does OK? I don't care what you do with him. What do you even want with him?"
"What did you want with him?" Alexis said, "I mean let's face it, aside from his looks and well, his other um, well physical attributes, what's there? I mean, no money, no connections," Julie felt the rage bubble inside of her, "It will piss my parents off though, how did yours react?"
"For your information," Julie said, "He's funny and sweet, and really great. And he probably sees right through you. And I never told my parents, just my sister."
"What do you care?" Alexis said, "I mean, you have Scooter Vanderbilt, talk about a catch." Julie looked at her. "Oh come on, you haven't thought about it? I mean, he's a senior, from a good family, plenty of money,"
"I don't care about any of that," Julie shook her head, who did this girl think she was? "Maybe that kind of thing is important to you, but I don't care."
"Then why aren't you with Dean?" Alexis asked.
"Because I'm not," Julie said, "It's really not any of your business."
"Fine," she said, "I was just trying to be nice."
"Thanks," Julie said, walking away. "And just so you know, until Sunday morning he still wanted to be with me. I made out with him on Saturday night." She spit out the last part. If this girl was going to put Portman down and question her reasons for being with Scot, she wasn't going to be nice. She couldn't stand girls like that; who thought they were entitled to things just because they're parents had money. Her parents had money but you didn't see her acting like that, like she was all better than everyone and her shit didn't smell.
"Hey," Scot said walking up to her and giving her a small kiss, "you seem mad. Is everything OK?"
"Just some fucking Muffy giving me a hard time," she rolled her eyes. "Can I ask you something?"
"You just did," He teased her and put his arm around her.
"Oh my god! The last time I heard that one I fell off my dinosaur!" She said.
"Oh you're so funny Gaffney," He responded, "so funny I forgot to laugh,"
"OK, but seriously," she said, "Would you have asked me out if I weren't well, like if you didn't know Abby, and you didn't know that we're both,"
"Rich preppy kids who try not to be rich preppy kids?" He asked.
"Yeah," she said, God, he so got her. "Exactly."
"Probably," he smiled, "Since I saw you, thought you were cute, and then asked who you were. Finding out that you were a Gaffney just gave me a reason to talk to you. Why?"
"Something this girl said," she sighed, "About you being a catch."
"I am a catch," he laughed. And it was back, that confidence of his that she had noticed at first.
"You're very sure of yourself." She smiled and put her arms around his neck.
"Well I should be," He said, quietly, moving his face closer to her, "I mean, I'm smart, athletic, rich, apparently adorable, because you like me,"
"Well, I might like you," she joked, "I'm still on the fence about that."
"Oh really," he laughed.
"Yeah really," she smiled as he came in and kissed her. As she pulled out she giggled, "Well, that makes up my mind for me."
"Oh," he nodded, "Good." She laughed. Maybe life had chosen for her, and maybe life knew better than she did. She was definitely starting to realize that what she wanted was not necessarily what she needed.
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