Maria walked to school. It was the first time since she'd gotten her license that she'd had to walk. It was actually better, anyway. She didn't need to drive with all these things going on with her. She'd probably run over something or someone that way.
It had been odd morning. First the talk with her mom, then her father phoning and her mom acting all weird after that. Maria just pretended she didn't realize, she didn't mention it, her mom didn't mention it. That's the way a lot of things happened in the DeLuca household. So to avoid the awkwardness, she'd gotten ready for school, and gotten herself out of there as soon as possible.
The walk wasn't lengthy, just a few blocks. It had only taken her about 15 minutes to reach the high school. She gazed down at her watch. Perfect. She could find Liz, maybe have a serious girl-talk while copying the homework which she hadn't done for Trig class. She opened her locker, and a small, white, folded piece of paper fell to the ground. She looked at it curiously, then leaned over to pick it up. She flipped it open. "The Crashdown. 3:30pm. I need to talk to you." it read. She knew who it was from. Her stomach twisted, and she suddenly was thrashed by a wave of emotions. She looked up, and glanced around the fairly empty hallways. When had her father been here? It's not like he was here now. It was stupid to be looking around. She folded the note carefully, and shoved it into her pocket. Now how was she going to concentrate on school when she had something like this going on?
She closed her eyes, and rested against the row of closed lockers. All this was just so...stressful. She really needed that cedar oil right about now. Too bad she'd left it at home in her mad rush to get to school.
Maria took the folded note out of her pocket, and opened it once again. She stared down at the small sheet of paper, her eyes boring holes into it. This was...unbelievable.
"What's that?" Michael asked, beside her. She jumped, startled.
"Michael!" She gasped, surprised. "Oh, um...it's nothing," she replied, regaining her composure. "Nothing," she repeated quietly, as if trying to convince herself of it.
"Maria.." He replied his tone unbelieving. He reached for the slip of paper, which she let him take. She watched his eyes as he scanned it quickly, he stomach twined unnaturally the whole time. His eyes then rose to look up at her, then back down at the paper.
"What do I do?"
"I don't know," he said, handing the note back to her. "But if you're going to see him, I'm coming with you."
Maria nodded, and mustered a small grin. Then she hugged him to her. She needed supportive Michael right now, thank god this wasn't taking place during one of his particularly anti-social moments.
Michael tensed. He wasn't used to public displays of affection. Sure, the whole school probably knew about Guerin and DeLuca's on-again off-again relationship. Hell, they'd even kissed once or twice in the hallways. But it had been a while. He eased himself, releasing the tension, settling in to hold her gently.
Liz's expression was one of shock. Maria sat on top on the counter, scrawling down last night's homework in her black binder. While Liz leaned against one of the metal stalls, a beam of sunlight hitting her face, accentuating the features. It was a sunny room due to the windows, but unfortunately it was painted a monotone blue color, with concrete flooring, leaving it with a cold, hard feeling.
"Wow," was all Liz could say. Quietly, at that.
Maria nodded. "A-and I'm just so confused, Liz. My Dad...I've been wanting this for my entire life! A dream come true. But then...then why does it feel like someone's died?"
Liz shook her head. "I'm sorry, Maria..." She slid off the counter, and wrapped her arms around the other girl.
Maria sighed. "Michael's going to come with me. After school today. I could really use you too, babe. Moral support, you know?"
Liz nodded. Poor Maria. "Of course I'll be there." Second bell rang shrilly, summoning them to class once again. "If you need to talk or anything, you know I'm here."
Maria nodded. "I know, thank you."
Science, Maria's most dreaded class. She sighed heavily in the dark, staring blankly at the small dingy television screen. It was droning on and on about all these chemicals with hard names. Sodium Phosphate, Hydrogen Monoxide, all the fun ones on the periodic table. No one was paying attention around her. Kyle sat beside her at the workstation, her assigned partner for the year. Ah yes, the joys of general level science.
She couldn't concentrate. Not on the video, not on school, not on anything. Her brain was stuck, frozen on one single thought. Her father was back, and he wanted to see her. Why did he want to see her? He'd never wanted to before, and now, one day he suddenly had the urge? It just didn't make sense. And why the crypticness? Couldn't he have just told her what was going on? It's not like---
She felt a shove coming from her right side. She turned to Kyle, her face stricken in irritation. "What?" She whispered loudly. He just raised his eyebrows. And then she noticed the whole class was staring at her. And the lights were on. One particular set of eyes were on her-Mr. Segielmen's.
"So good of you to rejoin us, Maria," he said his tone exasperated. She had just completely been spacing. She felt a hot blush cover her face. "Now would you like me to repeat the question?"
"Actually, could I get a hall pass, please?" Her eyes pleaded with him. It was almost the end of the class anyway. He looked at her for a moment, as if evaluating the situation, then he nodded curtly.
"Go compose yourself, Miss DeLuca, and when you return tomorrow, I expect your full and undivided attention."
He wrote out the pass, and she snatched it out of his hand, muttering a quick thanks, grabbing her belongings and dashing out of the classroom. At least the man had the decency to let her out. The only problem-how the hell was she supposed to concentrate in the rest of her classes?
The shrill ring of the bell sounded that class was over. She slid closer to the wall as the halls were flooded by the entire student body of West Roswell High School. It was her period for lunch, and she was meeting Michael in the quad for a talk. But knowing Michael it would be anything but chat. She saw him, walking towards her, but not seeing her, his eyes darting around, searching. She knew he was looking for her.
"Michael!" Maria yelled from the other side of the hallway. He turned, and grinned. His grin was so sexy, and charming. It was a private grin, reserved for her. Only her. Michael never smiled at anyone that way. Hell-he barely smiled at all. He pushed through the hoards of teens dividing them to get to Maria. And she decided right there and then that a distraction was exactly what she needed, something to do other than get lost in thought. It was her only form of escape, really.
"Michael," she sighed her tone sullen, he slipped his arm casually around his waist as they continued down the hall.
"What? What's wrong?" His eyes concerned.
Maria slipped out of his grasp, to stand in front of his. She pulled his face in his hands and thrust her mouth on his, kissing him long and hard. Intensely. He ripped his mouth away from hers, his eyes surprised.
"Maria?" He asked softly. She took his hand, and looked around the halls cautiously. They had basically emptied in the matter of 30 seconds. Most people had class, or were eager to get to lunch, only a few loitered in the hallways, not really paying attention to them.
She pulled him into the eraser room, closed the door, and shoved him against the wall forcefully, and sealed the space between them, kissing him hardly. She pulled back briefly to glance up at him and he opened his mouth to speak. Instead, he was greeted with Maria's mouth again. She automatically deepened their kiss, their started dueling lustfully. He mumbled her name against her lips, half moaning half questionable. Michael's hands weaved and tangled through her hair as the kiss grew deeper.
His mouth moved to her throat, she could feel the burn of them against her skin, and sighed happily as he nipped at the skin near the hollow of her neck. Now her hands were entwined in his hair, messing up the attempted gel-job of this morning.
Michael slid his hand up the back of her shirt, his cool hand against her skin sending a sudden chill through her body. His hand massaged the small of her back, and Maria gasped slightly. "Maria," he muttered again, his voice sounding distant. It felt so good what they were doing, what she was doing.
"Michael," she replied, kissing his mouth again, letting their tongues collide and caress each other. "Oh God, Michael," she mumbled as his hand continued to search the bare of her back. She was lost in the kiss, as they found their rhythm, their tongues moving together. And then, then it was ripped away.
Michael took a step back, and she heard him let out a long hiss of air. Obviously doing so was just as hard on him as it was on her. She crossed her arms, suddenly feeling cold without Michael around her. She looked into his eyes and saw him staring right back at her, wordlessly. She bit her lip and stepped up to him again.
"Maria, no. We can't be doing this right now," he told her softly.
Maria's mouth turned into a vexed pout. "Why not?" she asked, her eyes pleading. He said nothing, just looked at her with those eyes. And Maria needed for him to say something, she felt uncomfortable with the way she was looking at her. It was as though he needed for her to validate her reason for needing this. Didn't he know? Couldn't he tell? "I need something to do," she admitted. "God, Michael, do you know its like?" she challenged. "T-To have something so big on your shoulders, and not know what to do. To worry about it every single second, unable to concentrate on anything else?"
He looked down and a wave of guilt swept over her. Of course he knew. He lived with that every single day of his life. What the hell was wrong with her?! She kicked herself silently, and slid her hand up to cup his face. "Hey," she soothed. "I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." she trailed up as his eyes rose to meet hers.
"I know," he nodded, offering her a lopsided grin. "It's okay."
"I don't want to go face them," she admitted. Them being their group, who Liz had no doubt filled in with Maria's situation. She didn't need their questions, nor their sympathetic glances. She needed to take her mind off this! "Please?" Her eyes pleaded again. His eyes softened, no doubt in pity. Okay, so she didn't need pity, but sometimes it worked in her favor.
Maria once again stepped forward to her boyfriend and this time he let her place a firm hand on the back of his neck, and bring her mouth up his to kiss it again in a simple, soft kiss.
"Maria, are you sure?" Michael asked, stopping her before she entered the Crashdown by blocking the door. "You don't have to do this."
"I know," she bit her lip nervously. But she needed to do this. Maria gently pushed Michael. "Get out of my way, Guerin, I'm going in." She attempted to sound playful, but failed miserably. All she sounded was scared.
Michael snaked his arm around her shoulders, and they opened the infamous door to the Crashdown. The door jingled with the familiar notes, and she glanced over to see a booth on the left occupied by of her friends. She waved at them silently, not bothering to go over to them. Instead she had her sights on the lone man sitting at the back of the café, close to the kitchen. Her...Dad? What a foreign word in her vocabulary.
She turned to look back at Michael again, needing his assuring face. He met her expectations, and she let a small grin tug at her lips. "Do you want me to come with you?"
She shook her head no. This was something she had to do herself, as much as she hated to admit it. He understood, she could tell by the way he looked at her, and then kissed her lightly on the forehead. She wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight hug. She could feel his breath by her ear, warm and reassuring. "I love you," he whispered almost so softly she didn't catch it.
"I love you too," she choked out. He kissed her one more time, this time quickly on the lips, and then pushed her towards the end of the café.
"Go."
And she did, she walked hesitantly down the aisle, trying to regain her composure. She was Maria DeLuca, kick ass teflon girl. Whatever this guy had to say she could take it, no sweat. In fact whatever he had to say to her would be nothing compared to some of the things she had faced since that fateful day in this very same café two years before. Maria swallowed the lump in her throat, darted a glance back at Michael, and then approached. His eyes lit up as he noticed her, and she drifted hers away, avoiding him.
"Hi," she said sliding into the booth which her father currently occupied.
"That your boyfriend?" He asked, cocking his head towards Michael who was attempting to look busy talking with Alex, but instead his eyes had traveled right over to their table. Maria decided he must have seen the exchange between her and Michael at the door.
Maria nodded. "Yeah, and my friends." She followed his eyes as they rested on each one, and then on Liz. She noticed the look of realization on his face. He knew the brown haired girl. It's not as if Liz had changed all that much since she was 7 years old.
"Is that, Liz Parker?" He asked awkwardly. She nodded again.
He let out a sigh. "She's so old..." He fell silent for a moment, his eyes shifting down to the table top, tracing graffiti with his index finger slowly. "You're so old." His eyes raised up to her again. She could see the pain in them. But she wasn't going to offer him anything. Nothing at all. This was after all, the man who had stranded her as a little girl. And that frankly pissed Maria off. "You're so beautiful, you know. So much like your mother when I met her."
A blush crept up on Maria's face and she struggled to keep her mouth straight. That was not what he was here for. She knew it, and he knew it. There had to be a reason, and he just needed to cut the bullshit with her. "Is there a point to this little rendezvous?" She finally choked out.
He nodded. "Yes."
"Then spit it out, because I have work to do." This registered nothing on his face. And she wanted to feel bad. To wish he had experienced his daughter's life, to envy all that knew her better than he. She wanted him to know that she was just fine before he showed up in her life again. She wanted him to feel painful guilt in the pits of his stomach, in the back of his mind. "I have friends," She started. "Tons of great friends, who care about me. A boyfriend who I love, and mom...Mom she...We just don't need you. My life is great, it's perfect. So whatever you're here for you might as well get it out of the way so that you can just leave again and-"
"Maria," he interrupted sternly. She quieted, looking up at him, fiery emotion burning in her eyes. Bring on the blow-out, she thought angrily. She could take it, she was ready for anything he threw at her. "I'm dying." Except that.
*Note: Hey everyone. I'm sorry it took so long to get this part out, but I've been having some severe writers block, and also work this summer has kept me really busy. I am feeling really unmotivated to finish this story, but I might be persauded with a little feedback, or some suggestions. Just leave a response, or e-mail me at Jujubes06@aol.com. Thanks! ~ Liz
It had been odd morning. First the talk with her mom, then her father phoning and her mom acting all weird after that. Maria just pretended she didn't realize, she didn't mention it, her mom didn't mention it. That's the way a lot of things happened in the DeLuca household. So to avoid the awkwardness, she'd gotten ready for school, and gotten herself out of there as soon as possible.
The walk wasn't lengthy, just a few blocks. It had only taken her about 15 minutes to reach the high school. She gazed down at her watch. Perfect. She could find Liz, maybe have a serious girl-talk while copying the homework which she hadn't done for Trig class. She opened her locker, and a small, white, folded piece of paper fell to the ground. She looked at it curiously, then leaned over to pick it up. She flipped it open. "The Crashdown. 3:30pm. I need to talk to you." it read. She knew who it was from. Her stomach twisted, and she suddenly was thrashed by a wave of emotions. She looked up, and glanced around the fairly empty hallways. When had her father been here? It's not like he was here now. It was stupid to be looking around. She folded the note carefully, and shoved it into her pocket. Now how was she going to concentrate on school when she had something like this going on?
She closed her eyes, and rested against the row of closed lockers. All this was just so...stressful. She really needed that cedar oil right about now. Too bad she'd left it at home in her mad rush to get to school.
Maria took the folded note out of her pocket, and opened it once again. She stared down at the small sheet of paper, her eyes boring holes into it. This was...unbelievable.
"What's that?" Michael asked, beside her. She jumped, startled.
"Michael!" She gasped, surprised. "Oh, um...it's nothing," she replied, regaining her composure. "Nothing," she repeated quietly, as if trying to convince herself of it.
"Maria.." He replied his tone unbelieving. He reached for the slip of paper, which she let him take. She watched his eyes as he scanned it quickly, he stomach twined unnaturally the whole time. His eyes then rose to look up at her, then back down at the paper.
"What do I do?"
"I don't know," he said, handing the note back to her. "But if you're going to see him, I'm coming with you."
Maria nodded, and mustered a small grin. Then she hugged him to her. She needed supportive Michael right now, thank god this wasn't taking place during one of his particularly anti-social moments.
Michael tensed. He wasn't used to public displays of affection. Sure, the whole school probably knew about Guerin and DeLuca's on-again off-again relationship. Hell, they'd even kissed once or twice in the hallways. But it had been a while. He eased himself, releasing the tension, settling in to hold her gently.
Liz's expression was one of shock. Maria sat on top on the counter, scrawling down last night's homework in her black binder. While Liz leaned against one of the metal stalls, a beam of sunlight hitting her face, accentuating the features. It was a sunny room due to the windows, but unfortunately it was painted a monotone blue color, with concrete flooring, leaving it with a cold, hard feeling.
"Wow," was all Liz could say. Quietly, at that.
Maria nodded. "A-and I'm just so confused, Liz. My Dad...I've been wanting this for my entire life! A dream come true. But then...then why does it feel like someone's died?"
Liz shook her head. "I'm sorry, Maria..." She slid off the counter, and wrapped her arms around the other girl.
Maria sighed. "Michael's going to come with me. After school today. I could really use you too, babe. Moral support, you know?"
Liz nodded. Poor Maria. "Of course I'll be there." Second bell rang shrilly, summoning them to class once again. "If you need to talk or anything, you know I'm here."
Maria nodded. "I know, thank you."
Science, Maria's most dreaded class. She sighed heavily in the dark, staring blankly at the small dingy television screen. It was droning on and on about all these chemicals with hard names. Sodium Phosphate, Hydrogen Monoxide, all the fun ones on the periodic table. No one was paying attention around her. Kyle sat beside her at the workstation, her assigned partner for the year. Ah yes, the joys of general level science.
She couldn't concentrate. Not on the video, not on school, not on anything. Her brain was stuck, frozen on one single thought. Her father was back, and he wanted to see her. Why did he want to see her? He'd never wanted to before, and now, one day he suddenly had the urge? It just didn't make sense. And why the crypticness? Couldn't he have just told her what was going on? It's not like---
She felt a shove coming from her right side. She turned to Kyle, her face stricken in irritation. "What?" She whispered loudly. He just raised his eyebrows. And then she noticed the whole class was staring at her. And the lights were on. One particular set of eyes were on her-Mr. Segielmen's.
"So good of you to rejoin us, Maria," he said his tone exasperated. She had just completely been spacing. She felt a hot blush cover her face. "Now would you like me to repeat the question?"
"Actually, could I get a hall pass, please?" Her eyes pleaded with him. It was almost the end of the class anyway. He looked at her for a moment, as if evaluating the situation, then he nodded curtly.
"Go compose yourself, Miss DeLuca, and when you return tomorrow, I expect your full and undivided attention."
He wrote out the pass, and she snatched it out of his hand, muttering a quick thanks, grabbing her belongings and dashing out of the classroom. At least the man had the decency to let her out. The only problem-how the hell was she supposed to concentrate in the rest of her classes?
The shrill ring of the bell sounded that class was over. She slid closer to the wall as the halls were flooded by the entire student body of West Roswell High School. It was her period for lunch, and she was meeting Michael in the quad for a talk. But knowing Michael it would be anything but chat. She saw him, walking towards her, but not seeing her, his eyes darting around, searching. She knew he was looking for her.
"Michael!" Maria yelled from the other side of the hallway. He turned, and grinned. His grin was so sexy, and charming. It was a private grin, reserved for her. Only her. Michael never smiled at anyone that way. Hell-he barely smiled at all. He pushed through the hoards of teens dividing them to get to Maria. And she decided right there and then that a distraction was exactly what she needed, something to do other than get lost in thought. It was her only form of escape, really.
"Michael," she sighed her tone sullen, he slipped his arm casually around his waist as they continued down the hall.
"What? What's wrong?" His eyes concerned.
Maria slipped out of his grasp, to stand in front of his. She pulled his face in his hands and thrust her mouth on his, kissing him long and hard. Intensely. He ripped his mouth away from hers, his eyes surprised.
"Maria?" He asked softly. She took his hand, and looked around the halls cautiously. They had basically emptied in the matter of 30 seconds. Most people had class, or were eager to get to lunch, only a few loitered in the hallways, not really paying attention to them.
She pulled him into the eraser room, closed the door, and shoved him against the wall forcefully, and sealed the space between them, kissing him hardly. She pulled back briefly to glance up at him and he opened his mouth to speak. Instead, he was greeted with Maria's mouth again. She automatically deepened their kiss, their started dueling lustfully. He mumbled her name against her lips, half moaning half questionable. Michael's hands weaved and tangled through her hair as the kiss grew deeper.
His mouth moved to her throat, she could feel the burn of them against her skin, and sighed happily as he nipped at the skin near the hollow of her neck. Now her hands were entwined in his hair, messing up the attempted gel-job of this morning.
Michael slid his hand up the back of her shirt, his cool hand against her skin sending a sudden chill through her body. His hand massaged the small of her back, and Maria gasped slightly. "Maria," he muttered again, his voice sounding distant. It felt so good what they were doing, what she was doing.
"Michael," she replied, kissing his mouth again, letting their tongues collide and caress each other. "Oh God, Michael," she mumbled as his hand continued to search the bare of her back. She was lost in the kiss, as they found their rhythm, their tongues moving together. And then, then it was ripped away.
Michael took a step back, and she heard him let out a long hiss of air. Obviously doing so was just as hard on him as it was on her. She crossed her arms, suddenly feeling cold without Michael around her. She looked into his eyes and saw him staring right back at her, wordlessly. She bit her lip and stepped up to him again.
"Maria, no. We can't be doing this right now," he told her softly.
Maria's mouth turned into a vexed pout. "Why not?" she asked, her eyes pleading. He said nothing, just looked at her with those eyes. And Maria needed for him to say something, she felt uncomfortable with the way she was looking at her. It was as though he needed for her to validate her reason for needing this. Didn't he know? Couldn't he tell? "I need something to do," she admitted. "God, Michael, do you know its like?" she challenged. "T-To have something so big on your shoulders, and not know what to do. To worry about it every single second, unable to concentrate on anything else?"
He looked down and a wave of guilt swept over her. Of course he knew. He lived with that every single day of his life. What the hell was wrong with her?! She kicked herself silently, and slid her hand up to cup his face. "Hey," she soothed. "I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." she trailed up as his eyes rose to meet hers.
"I know," he nodded, offering her a lopsided grin. "It's okay."
"I don't want to go face them," she admitted. Them being their group, who Liz had no doubt filled in with Maria's situation. She didn't need their questions, nor their sympathetic glances. She needed to take her mind off this! "Please?" Her eyes pleaded again. His eyes softened, no doubt in pity. Okay, so she didn't need pity, but sometimes it worked in her favor.
Maria once again stepped forward to her boyfriend and this time he let her place a firm hand on the back of his neck, and bring her mouth up his to kiss it again in a simple, soft kiss.
"Maria, are you sure?" Michael asked, stopping her before she entered the Crashdown by blocking the door. "You don't have to do this."
"I know," she bit her lip nervously. But she needed to do this. Maria gently pushed Michael. "Get out of my way, Guerin, I'm going in." She attempted to sound playful, but failed miserably. All she sounded was scared.
Michael snaked his arm around her shoulders, and they opened the infamous door to the Crashdown. The door jingled with the familiar notes, and she glanced over to see a booth on the left occupied by of her friends. She waved at them silently, not bothering to go over to them. Instead she had her sights on the lone man sitting at the back of the café, close to the kitchen. Her...Dad? What a foreign word in her vocabulary.
She turned to look back at Michael again, needing his assuring face. He met her expectations, and she let a small grin tug at her lips. "Do you want me to come with you?"
She shook her head no. This was something she had to do herself, as much as she hated to admit it. He understood, she could tell by the way he looked at her, and then kissed her lightly on the forehead. She wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight hug. She could feel his breath by her ear, warm and reassuring. "I love you," he whispered almost so softly she didn't catch it.
"I love you too," she choked out. He kissed her one more time, this time quickly on the lips, and then pushed her towards the end of the café.
"Go."
And she did, she walked hesitantly down the aisle, trying to regain her composure. She was Maria DeLuca, kick ass teflon girl. Whatever this guy had to say she could take it, no sweat. In fact whatever he had to say to her would be nothing compared to some of the things she had faced since that fateful day in this very same café two years before. Maria swallowed the lump in her throat, darted a glance back at Michael, and then approached. His eyes lit up as he noticed her, and she drifted hers away, avoiding him.
"Hi," she said sliding into the booth which her father currently occupied.
"That your boyfriend?" He asked, cocking his head towards Michael who was attempting to look busy talking with Alex, but instead his eyes had traveled right over to their table. Maria decided he must have seen the exchange between her and Michael at the door.
Maria nodded. "Yeah, and my friends." She followed his eyes as they rested on each one, and then on Liz. She noticed the look of realization on his face. He knew the brown haired girl. It's not as if Liz had changed all that much since she was 7 years old.
"Is that, Liz Parker?" He asked awkwardly. She nodded again.
He let out a sigh. "She's so old..." He fell silent for a moment, his eyes shifting down to the table top, tracing graffiti with his index finger slowly. "You're so old." His eyes raised up to her again. She could see the pain in them. But she wasn't going to offer him anything. Nothing at all. This was after all, the man who had stranded her as a little girl. And that frankly pissed Maria off. "You're so beautiful, you know. So much like your mother when I met her."
A blush crept up on Maria's face and she struggled to keep her mouth straight. That was not what he was here for. She knew it, and he knew it. There had to be a reason, and he just needed to cut the bullshit with her. "Is there a point to this little rendezvous?" She finally choked out.
He nodded. "Yes."
"Then spit it out, because I have work to do." This registered nothing on his face. And she wanted to feel bad. To wish he had experienced his daughter's life, to envy all that knew her better than he. She wanted him to know that she was just fine before he showed up in her life again. She wanted him to feel painful guilt in the pits of his stomach, in the back of his mind. "I have friends," She started. "Tons of great friends, who care about me. A boyfriend who I love, and mom...Mom she...We just don't need you. My life is great, it's perfect. So whatever you're here for you might as well get it out of the way so that you can just leave again and-"
"Maria," he interrupted sternly. She quieted, looking up at him, fiery emotion burning in her eyes. Bring on the blow-out, she thought angrily. She could take it, she was ready for anything he threw at her. "I'm dying." Except that.
*Note: Hey everyone. I'm sorry it took so long to get this part out, but I've been having some severe writers block, and also work this summer has kept me really busy. I am feeling really unmotivated to finish this story, but I might be persauded with a little feedback, or some suggestions. Just leave a response, or e-mail me at Jujubes06@aol.com. Thanks! ~ Liz