Third Time's the Charm
Author: Hikari
Email: machi_no_tenshi@excite.com
Rated: PG-13
Genre: Alt.Reality
Part: Part 1
Hikari's Notes for (06/13/01):
As you guys asked, and as my imagination implored, here is
the sequel to "In the Mood for Chocolate?" This is going to
be a three part short story. Hope you all enjoy and DO NOT
forget to review me. How else am I supposed to know if you
like it of not?
A special mention to Hitomi de Fanel (and her whip) for
the encouragement she gives me.
Another special mention to Sailorcelestial-sama. You know
you give me joy with all your emails and encouragement on my
writing. Although, I'm still waiting for my appointed title!
And a very special thanks to my personal friend Brandy.
*winks* You're great when you're not treatening me due to my
love for cliffhangers. I promise I'll write that story for
you as soon as I think of how to do it, 'k?
And now, please, indulge yourself in the fruits of my mind.
Part 1: Irresistible?
Darien sat down with a thud on the gymnasium's
bench. Grabbing one of the towels, he went ahead to wipe
the perspiration that had emanated from his body due to his
exertions. Placing it around his neck, he yelled, "You can
do it Thomson! Pin his ass down!"
Cheers came from the bleachers as both kids battled
it out on the mats. The Allen Massey Academy against
Southview Public High School. The war was ON.
Darien took a sip of water out of his bottle and
glanced around the gym. Parents, students, teachers, and
friends all had their faces painted with the colors of
their school. They were waving banners and posters of
encouragement. He smiled as his eyes took in all the team
spirit. Until they fell on the face of a pretty girl with
long blond hair pinned at the sides with a clip, the rest
cascading down to her waist.
One arm raised in a powerful gesture, she yelled
with enthusiasm to one of the competitors, "Show'em what
you got Neil! Make me proud!"
"Serena," Darien breathed out. She never did miss
one of the school's wrestling matches.
Suddenly, the crowd roared. Neil had not only won
the match for Southview, but the competition as well! He
staggered out of the mat and smiled as his teammates hugged
him and patted his back in congratulations. But the best
reward was when, out of the blue, he felt his girlfriend's
arms wind themselves around his neck as she kissed his
cheek.
Serena had never really cared if he was sweaty after
a match. She was all to eager to show him how much she
cared. "Congratulations Sweetie," she said as her lips
broke into a smile. "You did it!"
He placed one arm around her waist as he smiled down
to her. "I did do it, didn't I?"
Darien stood and walked over to Neil. "Great job
man," he said as they slapped hands together. He looked
down at Serena. "You must be proud."
Serena looked up through her lashes only to see the
tanned, sculptured body of her childhood friend encased in
nothing but a Lycra wrestling suit. A shiver swept through
her back as she felt the heat that emanated from his body.
Her eyes widening at her forbidden thoughts, she tried to
suppress a blush from surfacing on her cheeks.
"I- I am," Serena stammered in response while at the
same time scolding herself. Darien was her best friend.
She wasn't supposed to notice if he had a nice body. Or if
he looked good as the beads of sweat rolled off of him. Or
how his wet black hair gave her an impression of what he
might look like after a shower. Or how, even after all the
faults she knew he had, he still seemed to emanate perfection.
"She's a great girl, isn't she Darien?" Neil asked
as he wound his right arm across her waist in a possessive
gesture. "So sweet and demure." Neil let his voice trail
down to a husky whisper as his face neared her ear. "You'd
never think that under all that, lays the heart of a wild
party girl."
The comment was made to be heard only by her, but
the flicker of obvious recognition that flashed through his
eyes showed Serena that -indeed- Darien *had* heard. She
groaned inwardly as she cursed Neil's foolish try at being
seductive. He had just shamed her reputation in the eyes
of her best friend!
Unable to find anything to say in response to Neil's
*little* comment, she bowed her head, trying to avoid
Darien's cold blue eyes. He was hurt... *and* angry. There
was no mistake in that! She could tell by the way his body
had gone instantly rigid, his muscles clenching as if he was
going to pick a fight.
Darien turned then, as if the sentence had been cast
and there was nothing more he could do about it. "I'll see
ya at school on Monday!" he called at he grabbed his bag and
went towards the locker room to change. He had to leave.
He had to get way from their presence otherwise... he might
explode.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Darien opened the front door and dropped his backpack
of the floor. He stretched his back to relieve the weight
of the bag. He had spent a great weekend with a friend at
a cabin in the woods. Away from society, it's noise, it's
pollution, and... Serena.
Feeling some of the tension in his body leave him,
he grabbed the backpack again and took it to his room.
Stepping back into the hallway, he took in the delicious
aroma that emanated from the kitchen, a malicious grin
spreading through his lips. Going into the kitchen and
sneaking behind the woman at the stove, Darien took his
index fingers and poked her at the sides.
The woman shrieked as she turned around, a scowl
on her face. "Darien Mackenzie," she began. "How dare you
scare me half to death?!"
"Sorry mom." He kissed her cheek. "I just couldn't
help myself."
She looked at him suspiciously. "And what would you
have done if I'd turned over the pot?"
"That's easy," he grinned as he grabbed an apple
from the fruit bowl. "Dad would have given me a reward for
putting him out of his misery tonight at dinner."
Darien was quick to evade his mother's playful punch.
"So my food's that bad, huh?" she asked, one eyebrow raised
in warning. "Well, no soup for you!"
He gave a hardy laugh at the intentional pun. "Mom,
you know I didn't mean it." Darien said as he tried to butter
her up. "Dad and I both know how hard you try cooking for
us." He kissed her cheek again as he saw her anger wavered.
"Even if you still can't cook."
"OK! That's IT!" She said trying to prevent from
smiling at her son. "You," she pointed towards the door.
"Out of my kitchen!"
"OK, OK... I can take a hint."
Darien's mom returned to the stove to stir until she
remembered something. "Darien?" she called.
"Yeah mom?"
"Serena called you a couple of times this weekend.
I told her you wouldn't be back until tonight but I promised
her you'd call her back." She awaited his response. "OK?"
"Yeah mom..." Darien said softly. "I heard you."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
In his room, Darien stared at the phone. Maybe he
*should* call her? 'Maybe...' He began to dial each digit
slowly, as if thinking twice about what he was doing.
Hesitating momentarily on the last one, he pressed dial and
waited for the other line to be picked up.
He had no idea what she could possibly want to talk
about with him. There was nothing left to say. She had a
boyfriend, and they were welcome to do what ever they
pleased with each other. It shouldn't be bothering him as
much as it was.
The ringing stopped. "Hello?" a female voice
inquired.
"Serena? Is that you?"
He heard her intake of breath. "Darien?"
"Yeah, my mom told me you called." He tried
sounding cool and detached. "Was there anything you wanted
to talk to me about?"
"Yeah," her voice lowered to a whisper. "But not
on the phone. Could- could we meet someplace?"
He looked skeptically at the phone. "What? Like,
right now?"
"Yeah."
"I- I guess I could go out." He thought about it
for a moment. "Were do you want to meet?"
"Do you think come over to my house?"
"Sure but..." Darien looked at the clock on his
nightstand. "Aren't your parents asleep by now? It's
11:00pm."
"No," Serena answered laughing. "They're currently
on a business trip." Her voice softened. "Will you come?"
"Alright, give me a couple of minutes and I'll be
over there, 'K?"
"OK."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Serena opened the front door and let Darien in. She
smiled inwardly. He didn't seem so angry with her any more.
Maybe she wouldn't have to do so much explaining tonight.
"Sit down," she said as they reached the living room.
"Do you want something to drink?"
"No thanks." He sat down on the couch. "I would
like to know thought, what it is you can't tell me over the
phone."
Serena sat on the other end of the couch, propping
one of her legs up as she grabbed a pillow and hugged it to
her chest- unaware of the way her dress rode up and revealed
a creamy thigh for Darien's view. Lowering her eyes as she
unconsciously pouted her lips, she asked, "Are you still
angry with me?"
"Angry with you?" He looked away, trying to prevent
his wandering gaze from taking all of her in. "Why do you
think I'd be angry with you?"
"Because- " she stopped. "Because of that stupid
comment Neil said at the wrestling match."
Neil's words instantly replayed themselves in his
head. "Why should what he said bother me?" he countered
trying to sound indifferent. "If you want to be a 'wild
party girl' it's your choice."
He might not have intended her to catch it, but
Serena instantly noticed the tone of distaste as he said
those words. "But I'm *not* a 'wild party girl'!" she
defended herself. "You, above all other people, should
have realized that! I mean, how long have we been friends?
Do you really think I'm that kind of girl?"
Darien gave her a wry smile. "I know you as a
*friend*. I have no idea how you behave with your
*boyfriends*."
Insulted, Serena stood from the couch and swung the
pillow at Darien, bashing him on the head. "How dare you?!"
she screamed. "Do you really think so little of me?"
He held his head momentarily. Angry, he asked,
"Well whose word am I supposed to take then?"
"Mine!" she cried. "You're supposed to believe me,
not what anyone else might tell you."
"Do you really expect me to believe that you'd let
me know if you *were* having sex with Neil?"
Serena felt color rush to her cheeks at the casual
way he had said it. "I- I- "
"I didn't think so." He finished for her.
"I'm not sleeping with him." she finished softly.
"I didn't say you were. One doesn't always *sleep*."
Her jaw almost dropped. "Why are you acting like
this? Why don't you believe me when I'm telling you the
truth?!"
He gave her a cynical grunt.
"Darien..." she whispered his name as she neared
the couch and closed the space between them looking sadly
into his eyes. "Please," she begged- one hand caressing
softly his strong sculptured cheek. "Believe me."
They were so close. 'Too close,' thought Darien as
for some weird reason, their faces kept inching towards each
other. He could see in her eyes the bordering tears she had
been about to shed. He could tell distinctively soft the
trembling in her lips.
Then, their lips met for the first time- lightly.
Darien could feel the softness of her lips. The shy way
hers responded to the slow pressure he was beginning to
apply. He slipped one of his hands behind her neck,
holding her head in place, as if afraid she might pull
away. He had dreamed so long of this day, it almost seemed
like a hallucination.
He heard a small moan of acceptance escape Serena's
throat as he took advantage of her parted lips. Slipping
his tongue inside her mouth, he began to explore all she
had to offer- not only with his lips, but with his hands
as well.
Serena could feel them as they trailed the curves
of her body with fleeting touches. Then, becoming bolder,
they began to gently massage her soft flesh through the
cloth of her dress. Something was stirring deep within her.
Heat. Fire. And incredibly new emotion, which she had only
momentarily felt before in small doses, was now invading her
senses. Drowning her in the full awareness of what her body
was capable of making her feel.
She felt Darien's warmth through his shirt as her
hands traced over him. They itched to feel the skin she had
caught glimpses of before. Those tough muscles he had
developed through exercise. All of him.
Suddenly, and to the couple's dismay, the telephone
ringed.
Serena and Darien's eyes grew wide as she came to
the realization that her body was straddling his. Jumping
off of him as if he had abruptly caught on fire, she made a
grab for the insisting phone in the next room.
"Hello?" she heard herself ask breathlessly- eyes
widening instantly. "Neil!"
"Hey Babe, what's up?"
"I- I- Nothing." She stammered. "What are you doing
calling this late?"
"Just checking to see if you were alright. I know
you're parents are out of town. I thought maybe you'd be a
little scared and in need of some company..." he let his
voice trail to a husky whisper.
A red wave crept up her body. 'Oh!' cried her
thoughts. 'She had company, all right! Darien's company.'
She shook her head. Neil was her boyfriend, not Darien.
The shame of what she had just been an accomplice of
finally dawned on her. She had not only made out with her
best friend while her parents had been out, but she had also
cheated on her boyfriend! Frustration ran through her as
she tried to steady her voice. "No thanks Neil... I'm ok
by myself." She answered while silently praying for Neil not
to decide to show up at her door.
"You sure?" he tried again. "I could make sure you
didn't feel lonely tonight."
Somehow, Neil's persistence on the subject began to
make her tick. Couldn't Neil take the hint that she just
didn't feel like their relationship was ready to take the
next step?! "Yes Neil." She took a deep breath. "I'm
quite certain I'm not in the mood for companionship tonight."
As if sensing the tension, Neil finally took his cue.
"Alright Babe. Sleep tight then!"
"Bye Neil." And then she hung up the phone.
Placing a hand at her temple, she rubbed in a
circular manner as she walked into the living room again.
She looked around room. Darien wasn't there.
Taking quick steps, she strode to the hallway and
opened the front door. Darien's bike was gone. And with
it, she guessed, so was he.
...To be continued in Part 2...
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*In a dark room lit only by the glow of a computer screen,
an EvIL Ayeka laugh can be heard. As the camera closes in
on the woman with such a sinister laugh, the public sees a
grin spread across her lips, momentarily hid by the sleeve
of her kimono*
"What did you expect?" she asks aloud. "This is me we're
talking about!" She looks back at the computer screen.
"And you don't get to find out what I'm planing until...
possibly next week."
Comments, Complaints, Pleads, and Threats can all be made
to Machi_NO_Tenshi@Excite.Com or in the Review. ^-^
Author: Hikari
Email: machi_no_tenshi@excite.com
Rated: PG-13
Genre: Alt.Reality
Part: Part 1
Hikari's Notes for (06/13/01):
As you guys asked, and as my imagination implored, here is
the sequel to "In the Mood for Chocolate?" This is going to
be a three part short story. Hope you all enjoy and DO NOT
forget to review me. How else am I supposed to know if you
like it of not?
A special mention to Hitomi de Fanel (and her whip) for
the encouragement she gives me.
Another special mention to Sailorcelestial-sama. You know
you give me joy with all your emails and encouragement on my
writing. Although, I'm still waiting for my appointed title!
And a very special thanks to my personal friend Brandy.
*winks* You're great when you're not treatening me due to my
love for cliffhangers. I promise I'll write that story for
you as soon as I think of how to do it, 'k?
And now, please, indulge yourself in the fruits of my mind.
Part 1: Irresistible?
Darien sat down with a thud on the gymnasium's
bench. Grabbing one of the towels, he went ahead to wipe
the perspiration that had emanated from his body due to his
exertions. Placing it around his neck, he yelled, "You can
do it Thomson! Pin his ass down!"
Cheers came from the bleachers as both kids battled
it out on the mats. The Allen Massey Academy against
Southview Public High School. The war was ON.
Darien took a sip of water out of his bottle and
glanced around the gym. Parents, students, teachers, and
friends all had their faces painted with the colors of
their school. They were waving banners and posters of
encouragement. He smiled as his eyes took in all the team
spirit. Until they fell on the face of a pretty girl with
long blond hair pinned at the sides with a clip, the rest
cascading down to her waist.
One arm raised in a powerful gesture, she yelled
with enthusiasm to one of the competitors, "Show'em what
you got Neil! Make me proud!"
"Serena," Darien breathed out. She never did miss
one of the school's wrestling matches.
Suddenly, the crowd roared. Neil had not only won
the match for Southview, but the competition as well! He
staggered out of the mat and smiled as his teammates hugged
him and patted his back in congratulations. But the best
reward was when, out of the blue, he felt his girlfriend's
arms wind themselves around his neck as she kissed his
cheek.
Serena had never really cared if he was sweaty after
a match. She was all to eager to show him how much she
cared. "Congratulations Sweetie," she said as her lips
broke into a smile. "You did it!"
He placed one arm around her waist as he smiled down
to her. "I did do it, didn't I?"
Darien stood and walked over to Neil. "Great job
man," he said as they slapped hands together. He looked
down at Serena. "You must be proud."
Serena looked up through her lashes only to see the
tanned, sculptured body of her childhood friend encased in
nothing but a Lycra wrestling suit. A shiver swept through
her back as she felt the heat that emanated from his body.
Her eyes widening at her forbidden thoughts, she tried to
suppress a blush from surfacing on her cheeks.
"I- I am," Serena stammered in response while at the
same time scolding herself. Darien was her best friend.
She wasn't supposed to notice if he had a nice body. Or if
he looked good as the beads of sweat rolled off of him. Or
how his wet black hair gave her an impression of what he
might look like after a shower. Or how, even after all the
faults she knew he had, he still seemed to emanate perfection.
"She's a great girl, isn't she Darien?" Neil asked
as he wound his right arm across her waist in a possessive
gesture. "So sweet and demure." Neil let his voice trail
down to a husky whisper as his face neared her ear. "You'd
never think that under all that, lays the heart of a wild
party girl."
The comment was made to be heard only by her, but
the flicker of obvious recognition that flashed through his
eyes showed Serena that -indeed- Darien *had* heard. She
groaned inwardly as she cursed Neil's foolish try at being
seductive. He had just shamed her reputation in the eyes
of her best friend!
Unable to find anything to say in response to Neil's
*little* comment, she bowed her head, trying to avoid
Darien's cold blue eyes. He was hurt... *and* angry. There
was no mistake in that! She could tell by the way his body
had gone instantly rigid, his muscles clenching as if he was
going to pick a fight.
Darien turned then, as if the sentence had been cast
and there was nothing more he could do about it. "I'll see
ya at school on Monday!" he called at he grabbed his bag and
went towards the locker room to change. He had to leave.
He had to get way from their presence otherwise... he might
explode.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Darien opened the front door and dropped his backpack
of the floor. He stretched his back to relieve the weight
of the bag. He had spent a great weekend with a friend at
a cabin in the woods. Away from society, it's noise, it's
pollution, and... Serena.
Feeling some of the tension in his body leave him,
he grabbed the backpack again and took it to his room.
Stepping back into the hallway, he took in the delicious
aroma that emanated from the kitchen, a malicious grin
spreading through his lips. Going into the kitchen and
sneaking behind the woman at the stove, Darien took his
index fingers and poked her at the sides.
The woman shrieked as she turned around, a scowl
on her face. "Darien Mackenzie," she began. "How dare you
scare me half to death?!"
"Sorry mom." He kissed her cheek. "I just couldn't
help myself."
She looked at him suspiciously. "And what would you
have done if I'd turned over the pot?"
"That's easy," he grinned as he grabbed an apple
from the fruit bowl. "Dad would have given me a reward for
putting him out of his misery tonight at dinner."
Darien was quick to evade his mother's playful punch.
"So my food's that bad, huh?" she asked, one eyebrow raised
in warning. "Well, no soup for you!"
He gave a hardy laugh at the intentional pun. "Mom,
you know I didn't mean it." Darien said as he tried to butter
her up. "Dad and I both know how hard you try cooking for
us." He kissed her cheek again as he saw her anger wavered.
"Even if you still can't cook."
"OK! That's IT!" She said trying to prevent from
smiling at her son. "You," she pointed towards the door.
"Out of my kitchen!"
"OK, OK... I can take a hint."
Darien's mom returned to the stove to stir until she
remembered something. "Darien?" she called.
"Yeah mom?"
"Serena called you a couple of times this weekend.
I told her you wouldn't be back until tonight but I promised
her you'd call her back." She awaited his response. "OK?"
"Yeah mom..." Darien said softly. "I heard you."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
In his room, Darien stared at the phone. Maybe he
*should* call her? 'Maybe...' He began to dial each digit
slowly, as if thinking twice about what he was doing.
Hesitating momentarily on the last one, he pressed dial and
waited for the other line to be picked up.
He had no idea what she could possibly want to talk
about with him. There was nothing left to say. She had a
boyfriend, and they were welcome to do what ever they
pleased with each other. It shouldn't be bothering him as
much as it was.
The ringing stopped. "Hello?" a female voice
inquired.
"Serena? Is that you?"
He heard her intake of breath. "Darien?"
"Yeah, my mom told me you called." He tried
sounding cool and detached. "Was there anything you wanted
to talk to me about?"
"Yeah," her voice lowered to a whisper. "But not
on the phone. Could- could we meet someplace?"
He looked skeptically at the phone. "What? Like,
right now?"
"Yeah."
"I- I guess I could go out." He thought about it
for a moment. "Were do you want to meet?"
"Do you think come over to my house?"
"Sure but..." Darien looked at the clock on his
nightstand. "Aren't your parents asleep by now? It's
11:00pm."
"No," Serena answered laughing. "They're currently
on a business trip." Her voice softened. "Will you come?"
"Alright, give me a couple of minutes and I'll be
over there, 'K?"
"OK."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Serena opened the front door and let Darien in. She
smiled inwardly. He didn't seem so angry with her any more.
Maybe she wouldn't have to do so much explaining tonight.
"Sit down," she said as they reached the living room.
"Do you want something to drink?"
"No thanks." He sat down on the couch. "I would
like to know thought, what it is you can't tell me over the
phone."
Serena sat on the other end of the couch, propping
one of her legs up as she grabbed a pillow and hugged it to
her chest- unaware of the way her dress rode up and revealed
a creamy thigh for Darien's view. Lowering her eyes as she
unconsciously pouted her lips, she asked, "Are you still
angry with me?"
"Angry with you?" He looked away, trying to prevent
his wandering gaze from taking all of her in. "Why do you
think I'd be angry with you?"
"Because- " she stopped. "Because of that stupid
comment Neil said at the wrestling match."
Neil's words instantly replayed themselves in his
head. "Why should what he said bother me?" he countered
trying to sound indifferent. "If you want to be a 'wild
party girl' it's your choice."
He might not have intended her to catch it, but
Serena instantly noticed the tone of distaste as he said
those words. "But I'm *not* a 'wild party girl'!" she
defended herself. "You, above all other people, should
have realized that! I mean, how long have we been friends?
Do you really think I'm that kind of girl?"
Darien gave her a wry smile. "I know you as a
*friend*. I have no idea how you behave with your
*boyfriends*."
Insulted, Serena stood from the couch and swung the
pillow at Darien, bashing him on the head. "How dare you?!"
she screamed. "Do you really think so little of me?"
He held his head momentarily. Angry, he asked,
"Well whose word am I supposed to take then?"
"Mine!" she cried. "You're supposed to believe me,
not what anyone else might tell you."
"Do you really expect me to believe that you'd let
me know if you *were* having sex with Neil?"
Serena felt color rush to her cheeks at the casual
way he had said it. "I- I- "
"I didn't think so." He finished for her.
"I'm not sleeping with him." she finished softly.
"I didn't say you were. One doesn't always *sleep*."
Her jaw almost dropped. "Why are you acting like
this? Why don't you believe me when I'm telling you the
truth?!"
He gave her a cynical grunt.
"Darien..." she whispered his name as she neared
the couch and closed the space between them looking sadly
into his eyes. "Please," she begged- one hand caressing
softly his strong sculptured cheek. "Believe me."
They were so close. 'Too close,' thought Darien as
for some weird reason, their faces kept inching towards each
other. He could see in her eyes the bordering tears she had
been about to shed. He could tell distinctively soft the
trembling in her lips.
Then, their lips met for the first time- lightly.
Darien could feel the softness of her lips. The shy way
hers responded to the slow pressure he was beginning to
apply. He slipped one of his hands behind her neck,
holding her head in place, as if afraid she might pull
away. He had dreamed so long of this day, it almost seemed
like a hallucination.
He heard a small moan of acceptance escape Serena's
throat as he took advantage of her parted lips. Slipping
his tongue inside her mouth, he began to explore all she
had to offer- not only with his lips, but with his hands
as well.
Serena could feel them as they trailed the curves
of her body with fleeting touches. Then, becoming bolder,
they began to gently massage her soft flesh through the
cloth of her dress. Something was stirring deep within her.
Heat. Fire. And incredibly new emotion, which she had only
momentarily felt before in small doses, was now invading her
senses. Drowning her in the full awareness of what her body
was capable of making her feel.
She felt Darien's warmth through his shirt as her
hands traced over him. They itched to feel the skin she had
caught glimpses of before. Those tough muscles he had
developed through exercise. All of him.
Suddenly, and to the couple's dismay, the telephone
ringed.
Serena and Darien's eyes grew wide as she came to
the realization that her body was straddling his. Jumping
off of him as if he had abruptly caught on fire, she made a
grab for the insisting phone in the next room.
"Hello?" she heard herself ask breathlessly- eyes
widening instantly. "Neil!"
"Hey Babe, what's up?"
"I- I- Nothing." She stammered. "What are you doing
calling this late?"
"Just checking to see if you were alright. I know
you're parents are out of town. I thought maybe you'd be a
little scared and in need of some company..." he let his
voice trail to a husky whisper.
A red wave crept up her body. 'Oh!' cried her
thoughts. 'She had company, all right! Darien's company.'
She shook her head. Neil was her boyfriend, not Darien.
The shame of what she had just been an accomplice of
finally dawned on her. She had not only made out with her
best friend while her parents had been out, but she had also
cheated on her boyfriend! Frustration ran through her as
she tried to steady her voice. "No thanks Neil... I'm ok
by myself." She answered while silently praying for Neil not
to decide to show up at her door.
"You sure?" he tried again. "I could make sure you
didn't feel lonely tonight."
Somehow, Neil's persistence on the subject began to
make her tick. Couldn't Neil take the hint that she just
didn't feel like their relationship was ready to take the
next step?! "Yes Neil." She took a deep breath. "I'm
quite certain I'm not in the mood for companionship tonight."
As if sensing the tension, Neil finally took his cue.
"Alright Babe. Sleep tight then!"
"Bye Neil." And then she hung up the phone.
Placing a hand at her temple, she rubbed in a
circular manner as she walked into the living room again.
She looked around room. Darien wasn't there.
Taking quick steps, she strode to the hallway and
opened the front door. Darien's bike was gone. And with
it, she guessed, so was he.
...To be continued in Part 2...
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*In a dark room lit only by the glow of a computer screen,
an EvIL Ayeka laugh can be heard. As the camera closes in
on the woman with such a sinister laugh, the public sees a
grin spread across her lips, momentarily hid by the sleeve
of her kimono*
"What did you expect?" she asks aloud. "This is me we're
talking about!" She looks back at the computer screen.
"And you don't get to find out what I'm planing until...
possibly next week."
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