Smitten

Today was Friday, tomorrow was Saturday, and the day after that was Sunday. Friday was the day before the ball, which was on Saturday, and the brunch was on Sunday. To sum it all up, this weekend was going to be crazy. Everyone was so excited; like, really excited. And we had so much work to do.

"Constance, jeez, calm down. It's just a party," I said. Constance was in my room, gushing over her new dress and how Whit was coming for the party. It had been fifteen minutes since she had come, and she hadn't stopped talking since.

"Reed! How can you say that? This is like, the best party ever! Just think: we're going to be Billings's legends!" Constance came over and sat down in my bed, her red curls bouncing as she did so. "OK, let me tell you about my dress!"

I internally groaned, and proceeded to pretend that I was paying attention. My mind was extremely occupied, especially over the whole Josh and Ivy incident. I tried talking about it to Noelle, but she brushed it off by saying some very mean things about the two. But I had to get the bottom of this; countless experiences told me I had to act fast when I felt something sinister was going on.

Along with the Josh/Ivy mystery, Sawyer and I sort of had fallout. I thought about what Sawyer had said about me being rude, and I concluded he was right. But still… I had every reason to hate Amberly! She was annoying, a total suck up, not to mention she trashed my room last semester when she thought she was all worthy, which she wasn't.

Not only that, who the hell was he to think of me as some sweet, little girl? He had no idea what I went through, and a few people needed some type of cold treatment from me. Either way, it didn't matter. Sawyer didn't need any answers.

"Hey, uh, Constance?" I hopefully looked at her, but she obviously didn't hear me. "Constance!" I said while I shook her shoulder.

She snapped out of her 'daze' and looked at me. "What?"

"I gotta go… do some work. We'll talk later, OK?" I assured her. I got up and retrieved my purse.

"Aw, come on Reed! We never get to talk." She crossed her arms and pouted. "You're always so busy, and whatnot…"

My heart slightly panged with guilt because what she said was true. I had barely hung out with anyone, all thanks to the fundraiser. Not to mention being all fidgety from the lack of sleep.

"Look, tomorrow, come over and you can do my hair and make-up, OK? Bring Tiffany and Astrid with you too," I added to make her feel better. She clapped her hands and squealed.

"Really?" Constance came over and draped her thin, Irish arms around me. "This is going to be so much fun!" She released me and beamed at me.

I gave a slight laugh and looked at the door. "So, I should get going…"

Finally understanding what I was implying, she said "Oh yeah," and got her purse and jacket. I smiled and she led the way out.

"So," Constance started off as we headed down the stairs, "what happened between you and Sawyer yesterday? I thought you guys were pretty friendly towards each other," she asked nonchalantly.

My eyes widened a bit and my gut contracted. Why was I feeling so guilty? Damn him.

"Nah, it was nothing. Just something… stupid," I clarified for her, and probably everyone else. She only nodded, but I knew she thought something else. "Why, is it the only piece of gossip you guys have to talk about?" I asked a tad too harsh.

Constance's swallowed and gave a nervous laugh. "What? No! I mean, it's just, you guys seem like really good friends (well, more than friends), and we were like 'Ohmigod, they need to be cool with each other!' So yeah; end of story."

I stopped at the foot of the stairs and gave her one hard look. Did this whole damn school think I was going out with Sawyer? Constance cringed a bit.

"Yeah, OK."

She nodded fervently and started walking extremely fast; so fast, in fact, I had to jog to catch up to her. I smirked, knowing I hit the spot and I was going to get some answers soon.

I opened the door, seeing that Constance was outside talking to someone. A tall, handsome, blonde guy…

Shit. It was Sawyer.

As I slowly turned my body around, getting ready to bolt to the other direction, I heard Constance say, "Reed! Over here!" Crap.

Walking as slow as I could, my mind wandered a million different directions. First off, why was I making such a huge deal over the Sawyer incident? He was a judgmental guy, and I couldn't give two shits about that. Second, it was nothing! OK?! Nothing. Nada. Zero. Zip. A stupid, little friend argument, which consisted of my friend being disappointed at me, and me feeling really guilty over… Fuck it. Yeah; fuck this.

"Hey, guys," I said, with a hint of nervousness. I looked at Constance and gave a timid smile. She obviously sensed the tension between us. I kept my head cast low, a tiny blush forming in my cheeks.

"Well, I need to go to the newspaper meeting. See you later, Reed, Sawyer," she said while she whisked herself away. Damn her. She just had to leave!

I slowly looked up and met up with Sawyer's piercing eyes. They weren't in a tight line, but rather soft, as was his whole demeanor.

"I didn't mean to-"

"I'm sorry Reed, I-"

We both gave a nervous laugh, and I shuffled my feet. I met up with Sawyer's face and a smile was on his lips. His pink, thin, cute, little lips…

Whoa there Reed! Need I say 'WTF'?

"Look, I'm the one who needs to apologize. I was… very rude to you yesterday. It's just, the way you acted to Amberly… I know you wouldn't want to be treated that way. I know you guys aren't the best of friends, but I thought…" He switched his feet and looked at me nervously. "And you were right about me not knowing you. I shouldn't assume anything. I'm way to judgmental, like Jen would always say." Sawyer winced a little at saying Jen's name.

His little confession touched me for some unknown reason. It showed that he cared in some odd way, and the fact that he admitted to his mistake made me all warm.

"No, Sawyer, you were right. I shouldn't act like someone I'm not, even though I hate her guts," I said with a laugh. "But thanks, you know, for telling me. I'm sure no one would stop me. In fact, they would encourage it."

Sawyer looked at me intently and nodded. A gust of wind swept over us and several pieces of hair came out of my sloppy pony tail. "Ugh." A piece of my hair went into my mouth, while another flew out.

Sawyer brought up a hand, and gently tucked a strand of my hair being my ear. He did it with such careful, soft movements, it made me feel cherished for. I peered into his chocolate eyes, mixed in with ice, and I knew I was forgiven.

"Reed?" said a voice.

We both flinched and Sawyer withdrew his hand. I instantly turned around and was greeted with an extremely hot, sexy, guy with brown hair tousled all over his face, and blue eyes as deep as the Caribbean.

"Upton?"

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whoa, it's upton! that sexy bitch is back! what do you think? drama's here for sure, so stay tuned. and remember: sawyer = tingles/warm, fuzzy feelings.

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