Disclaimer: Still not mine, still wish they were. :) Anyway, this is not the end of the story. I thought I should make sure you guys knew that, because the last line of this chapter could possibly lead you to believe that. :) Chapter 10 is comming soon, and it's going to be a DOOZY! :) Not only is it going to tie up the MAJOR plot line in this story, but it's going to set up the sequal to it! :) Yes, I already have a sequal planned...and a sequal to that...and a sequal to that...all in all, this could turn into a ten story long arc, if you guys continue to like it as much as you have this one! Anyway, without further ado...
Matchmaking 101 9/10
Val's shriek was probably the only thing in the world that could have pulled the duo apart.
Shocked, Catie yanked herself out of Jamie's arms and turned to look at her best friend, biting her lower lip. Jamie, for his part, gulped and took a step back away from Catie, wondering how long Val had been standing there.
Val, of course, was in a total state of shock. She had finally convinced herself (along with Tyler, Brooke and Hank) that letting Jamie and Catie out of the closet was the best course of action.
Tyler had been slightly dubious of the plan, considering the fact that he thought that the quiet coming from the closet was all part of Catie's master plan for beating the ever living crap out of him.
The young blonde stared at her two friends, her mouth hanging open in shocked silence. While she had been all for her little sister's plan to get Jamie and Catie together, she hadn't quite expected it to, well, work.
It appeared that she had been very, VERY wrong on that account.
"Uhh...am I...err...interrupting?" Val asked, searching for something to say to break the tension.
"No." Jamie said quickly.
"Yes." Catie responded at the same time. She blinked when her mind registered Jamie's answer, and she looked at him in confusion, wondering what he meant by that.
Val obviously was wondering as well, because she fixed him with a look that quite clearly said she didn't understand and he had better have a good explanation or he was going to GET it.
However, Jamie did not seem to either a) understand her look or b) care what her look meant. Instead, he dropped his eyes to the floor and pushed past her and out the door, never once looking back.
"Umm...okay?" Val asked out loud, her confusion written all over her face. When she looked over at her best friend, she found something quite different written on the other girl's features. "Catie?"
The brunette didn't respond, her eyes following the tall figure of Jamie Waite even though he was no where in sight. Val, concerned, stepped forward, and put her hand on the other girl's shoulder.
"Catie? What happened?"
"I...he...we..." Catie trailed off, her eyes large and dark in her pale face.
"Catie?" Val tried again, squeezing the girl's shoulder gently, trying to get her to look at her.
When Catie finally was able to face her friend, Val bit her bottom lip, trying to keep her emotions in check. Catie looked so...heartbroken. Her skin was paler then it normally was, and her eyes were very dark in her face, and glistening lightly with tears. Without another word, Val drew the smaller girl into a hug.
Catie began to cry softly, and Val felt like her heart was going to break. What in the world was going on--it wasn't like Catie to cry about anything.
"Catie, what is it?" The blonde asked, wondering what could possibly be wrong with her best friend.
"Nothing...nothing at all." Catie lied, her voice cracking in the middle of her sentence.
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What in God's name had he been thinking?!
Jamie slammed his head back against the brick building, his hands knotted into fists. How could he DO that to Catie--kiss her the way he had, and just run out on her?!
What was WRONG with him?! What kind of scum bucket WAS he, that he could do that to his BEST FRIEND!?
He never should have kissed her. He should have left things as they stood--no more then friends, with absolutely no chance of anything more.
It wasn't what he WANTED, and judging by that kiss, it wasn't what Catie wanted either. But that was the way it had to be--he had decided a long time ago that he was never going to loose Catie, and if that meant sacrificing his heart's desire, then so be it.
She was too important to him, she was EVERYTHING to him. He knew, he KNEW, that he would never do anything but hurt her.
And it seemed that he had just proven himself right. He had left her standing there, even though everything in him was screaming at him to shove Val out the door, lock it from the inside and never stop kissing Catie.
But he knew that he couldn't do that--because he couldn't hurt Catie. And if he was with her the way he wanted to be, then she would get hurt. He would hurt her.
That was the one thing that he swore he would never do. And, two minutes after their first kiss, he had already hurt her.
Jamie slammed his head against the concrete wall again, wishing that he knock the memory of Catie's exquisite kiss and beautiful face from his memory.
All he was was trouble and pain and heartache. He couldn't let Catie get involved in his messed life, even though sometimes it seemed she was the best thing in it.
He couldn't let her get hurt.
He couldn't be with her.
End of story.
Matchmaking 101 9/10
Val's shriek was probably the only thing in the world that could have pulled the duo apart.
Shocked, Catie yanked herself out of Jamie's arms and turned to look at her best friend, biting her lower lip. Jamie, for his part, gulped and took a step back away from Catie, wondering how long Val had been standing there.
Val, of course, was in a total state of shock. She had finally convinced herself (along with Tyler, Brooke and Hank) that letting Jamie and Catie out of the closet was the best course of action.
Tyler had been slightly dubious of the plan, considering the fact that he thought that the quiet coming from the closet was all part of Catie's master plan for beating the ever living crap out of him.
The young blonde stared at her two friends, her mouth hanging open in shocked silence. While she had been all for her little sister's plan to get Jamie and Catie together, she hadn't quite expected it to, well, work.
It appeared that she had been very, VERY wrong on that account.
"Uhh...am I...err...interrupting?" Val asked, searching for something to say to break the tension.
"No." Jamie said quickly.
"Yes." Catie responded at the same time. She blinked when her mind registered Jamie's answer, and she looked at him in confusion, wondering what he meant by that.
Val obviously was wondering as well, because she fixed him with a look that quite clearly said she didn't understand and he had better have a good explanation or he was going to GET it.
However, Jamie did not seem to either a) understand her look or b) care what her look meant. Instead, he dropped his eyes to the floor and pushed past her and out the door, never once looking back.
"Umm...okay?" Val asked out loud, her confusion written all over her face. When she looked over at her best friend, she found something quite different written on the other girl's features. "Catie?"
The brunette didn't respond, her eyes following the tall figure of Jamie Waite even though he was no where in sight. Val, concerned, stepped forward, and put her hand on the other girl's shoulder.
"Catie? What happened?"
"I...he...we..." Catie trailed off, her eyes large and dark in her pale face.
"Catie?" Val tried again, squeezing the girl's shoulder gently, trying to get her to look at her.
When Catie finally was able to face her friend, Val bit her bottom lip, trying to keep her emotions in check. Catie looked so...heartbroken. Her skin was paler then it normally was, and her eyes were very dark in her face, and glistening lightly with tears. Without another word, Val drew the smaller girl into a hug.
Catie began to cry softly, and Val felt like her heart was going to break. What in the world was going on--it wasn't like Catie to cry about anything.
"Catie, what is it?" The blonde asked, wondering what could possibly be wrong with her best friend.
"Nothing...nothing at all." Catie lied, her voice cracking in the middle of her sentence.
@-}--}---
What in God's name had he been thinking?!
Jamie slammed his head back against the brick building, his hands knotted into fists. How could he DO that to Catie--kiss her the way he had, and just run out on her?!
What was WRONG with him?! What kind of scum bucket WAS he, that he could do that to his BEST FRIEND!?
He never should have kissed her. He should have left things as they stood--no more then friends, with absolutely no chance of anything more.
It wasn't what he WANTED, and judging by that kiss, it wasn't what Catie wanted either. But that was the way it had to be--he had decided a long time ago that he was never going to loose Catie, and if that meant sacrificing his heart's desire, then so be it.
She was too important to him, she was EVERYTHING to him. He knew, he KNEW, that he would never do anything but hurt her.
And it seemed that he had just proven himself right. He had left her standing there, even though everything in him was screaming at him to shove Val out the door, lock it from the inside and never stop kissing Catie.
But he knew that he couldn't do that--because he couldn't hurt Catie. And if he was with her the way he wanted to be, then she would get hurt. He would hurt her.
That was the one thing that he swore he would never do. And, two minutes after their first kiss, he had already hurt her.
Jamie slammed his head against the concrete wall again, wishing that he knock the memory of Catie's exquisite kiss and beautiful face from his memory.
All he was was trouble and pain and heartache. He couldn't let Catie get involved in his messed life, even though sometimes it seemed she was the best thing in it.
He couldn't let her get hurt.
He couldn't be with her.
End of story.