Hey there! I'm on Spring Break right now so I'm trying to crank out
as many chapters as I can! This one is a little short, sorry! I'm
putting Give it Back on hold for a while. I've decided to
concentrate on this fic for a while because I love this whole SVH
meets Passions thing!! Anyways, here's chapter 3... and remember,
FEEDBACK IS CHERISHED AND KEEPS ME WRITING!!
Note: Chad is not looking for his family. He's lived in Castleton
all his life. He lives with his mother, because his father left him
when he was 8 years old.
All's Fair In High School
Chapter 3
Kay looked at the clock impatiently. It was 8:02 pm. Miguel
said he was coming at 8:00! What if he decided not to show up?
'Chill.', she told herself,'the boy is only two minutes
late."
She walked upstairs to her room and checked her reflection
in the mirror. Maybe she wouldn't have chosen a cute little black
dress with silver sandals for a night with her history book, but
Miguel didn't know that.
Miguel was different. He hadn't been throwing flirtatious
comments at her, but she could tell that he was attracted to her.
Somehow he was more cautious. The boy did not lack confidence, that
much was for sure. But somehow he had been tenative when she had
gave him her number in the parking lot.
'Why?', her mind asked automatically. But she brushed it
off. The word "why" was something she had never spent much time
with. In her mind, all it was was trouble.
She ran downstairs to the basement to check the setting.
Perfect. Her books were tossed onto the coffeetable, next to a bowl
of popcorn. She had one of her dad's old jazzy romantic CD's on.
The doorbell rang, causing Kay jump in surprise. She ran up
to the door, seeing Jess approach it. She shot a death glare at her
sister, warning her to stay away. Luckily, Jessica took the hint and
walked off.
Kay took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. There he
was. Looking picture perfect. God, he was nice to look at.
" Hey.", she said, giving him a smile.
" Hey.", he replied, not taking his eyes off her.
She stepped inside as he followed her. " My stuff's
downstairs. I can get my notes for you, if your in a rush, or...",
Kay trailed off, looking at him quizzically.
" Huh?", Miguel asked, obviously not paying attention to
what she was saying. He was still staring at her, and she could feel
shivers running down her back.
" Are you in a rush?", Kay asked, catching herself before a
giggle escaped her lips. He looked like a jackrabbit, ready to take
off if she made a wrong move.
" No, I'm not.", he said, shifting his gaze from her.
This was getting nowhere. Kay took his hand and lead him
down the stairs to the basement. It was risky, she knew, but she had
a feeling that if she didn't do something, they would still be
standing in the doorway.
Kay dropped his hand as soon as they reached the bottom of
the stairs, her hand still tingling from his touch.
" I have my notes over here.", Kay said reaching for her
notes.
" Kay.", Miguel said in a commanding voice, " I didn't come
here to study."
He reached over to her an took her hand, pulling her closer
to him until their faces were mere inches apart.
" You are so beautiful.", he whispered before leaning down
and kissing her.
Kay lost herself in the wonderful bliss. Every single one of
her thoughts crashed.
She wasn't aware of anything until she felt herself leaning
backward, and she realized that Miguel was pushing her onto the
leather couch.
Fast. Too Fast. Her mind screamed.
But it feels so good. I don't want to let go... she argued
with herself.
Miguel's hand found it's way to the zipper of her dress. She
immeadiately broke away from his kiss.
" I-- I'm sorry,", she stammared, "but we're going too
fast."
Miguel looked down at the floor. " Yeah, I know. I'm sorry."
Kay's heart soared. He understood! She had been so afraid
that she had scared him off!
He turned and gave Kay another heartstopping kiss before
saying, " You're something special, Kay. I'll never forget you."
After he left, Kay was confused. Their relationship had just
begun. Why did he make is sound so final?
Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald
I couldn't do it. I couldn't tell Kay about Charity. I love
Charity. I still do. But there's something about Kay. While Charity
is so complicated, Kay is carefree and fun.
How did I get myself into this mess?
Jessica Bennett
Well, Kay had a nice night. From what she told me, she met
some Miguel guy and sparks flew. And she just cemented her new love
with him by making out in the basement.
I don't mean to sound bitter. I love my sister, and I'm
really happy for her. Kay's done a lot of the
falling-without-looking-first type of "love".
But this is different. She was talking in this amazing
voice, and her eyes were absolutely sparkling.
But when will it be my turn? When will I get the lovey-dovey
voice, and the sparkling eyes, and... everything else.
It's not fair. Kay always gets everything.
" That's Jessica Bennett?", Charity asked incredously,
looking at the little sophmore, " Okay, she's a LITTLE GIRL!"
" Yeah.", Mindy agreed, " Miguel probably just shoved her
number in his glove compartment because he didn't have anywhere else
to put it, Char."
Charity looked at Jessica again. She was very pretty, but
she was so young, Miguel would never be intrested in her.
Charity felt as if a million weights had been lifted off of
her shoulders.
' Thank god,', she thought, 'I don't know what I would do
without Miguel.'
Kay rushed down the school hall. The bell would ring any
second now. She had a wonderful dream about Miguel last night and
slept right through her alarm clock.
She turned the corner and ran into... a very pleasantly
scented brick wall.
" Slow down Kay.", Miguel's deep voice came from behind her
as he put both of his hands on her shoulders.
" Miguel! What are you doing? Class is gonna start any
second.", Kay asked, surprised to see him.
" I just had a meeting with Coach Russell. Reese had a
family emergency. His grandfather has cancer or something, and he
has to go stay with him for a while.", Miguel explained.
" And?", Kay asked, a smile creeping into her face.
" And Coach Russell is going to make me first string!",
Miguel said excitedly.
" That's great!", Kay exclaimed, jumping up to give Miguel a
hug.
He only returned the hug slightly. Kay looked at him.
" Is something wrong?", she asked, thrown off by his cold
attitude.
" Nothing. I just wasn't supposed to tell anyone.", Miguel
said, avoiding her strong gaze.
" Well, we should go celebrate!", Kay suggested, trying to
brush off his negative vibe.
Miguel's eyes lit up at the suggestion. " Yeah, do you want
to go have dinner tonight?"
" That sound's great!", Kay replied happily.
" I'll pick you up at eight tonight, okay?", Miguel said,
But I really have to go now."
Kay stared at him as he walked away. There was something not
right. Just not right.
" And since we've just begun the year, today I will allow
you to read your essay to a partner instead of the whole class. I
want you to be comfortable with your writing before having to reveal
it to your peers.", Mr. Johnson said, "And I will be picking your
partners for you."
The entire class let out a groan.
Whitney tried not to roll her eyes. You could practically
mistake this class's maturity level for that of a 7th grade class.
" Whitney Russell and Chad Harris.", Mr. Johnson called out.
Whitney looked up at the ceiling and whispered, " Why are
you doing this to me?"
" Let's get this over with.", Chad said, approaching her.
" Don't get me wrong, I'm not exactly thrilled to be doing
this either.", Whitney snapped.
Ignoring her, Chad started to read his essay.
Whitney closed her eyes, expecting some stupid, boring essay
about how Marilyn Manson was his role model.
Instead, she was intrigued by his style of writing. Each
line was better than the last.
'Wow,', she thought,' he's actually good. Really good.'
As he finished, Whitney forced a smile onto her face.
" That was good, Chad.", she said honestly.
As she started to read her essay, she compared it to his.
His was humorous while it had a serious sense to it. Hers was dull
and lifeless, nothing even close compared to his.
There was a lot she could learn from Chad Harris.
Chad Harris
Loss. It's a weird word. Sometimes loss can be good. Loss
helped me discover my best friend, Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald.
It was a bright, sunny day when I was 10. I was a bully's
dream. Since my mom had always wanted a girl, and got me instead,
she always dressed my up in "cute" clothes. But I had something that
everyone else envied: the best collection of baseball cards in the
neighborhood. I had one particular card, signed by Cal Ripken Jr.
that everone always wanted.
Well, Theresa has an older brother, Luis. He never liked me
very much, anyways. He stole my precious card and buried it
somewhere in his backyard. Theresa, comes knocking on my door,
telling me that she knew where my baseball card was. So this girl,
that I had never met before, stayed out all day, skipped dinner (
and dessert ) to help me find this card. We never did find it.
Now sitting here, listening to Theresa go on and on about
fate and how
I have to believe in love, I realize that if that event hadn't
occured, I would have my best friend.
My father told me one true thing. He said that there are
very few precious things in life. And that useless piece of
cardboard helped me find one.
Ethan looked at his college acceptance letter again. His
father had just spent another hour trying to convince him to go to
Harvard.
But he couldn't do it. He just couldn't leave Theresa. She
was his life. He needed her.
But then again, he couldn't put his life on hold forever
just for her. He had to do something for himself, too.
He picked up the phone and called Theresa.
" Hello?", Theresa answered the phone.
" Hey baby.", Ethan said.
" Hi! What are you doing?", Theresa asked in her cheery
voice.
" Nothing much. Listen, there's something we neeed to talk
about.Do you want to talk it over dinner tonight? We could go to
Sally's...", Ethan suggested.
" Sounds great. Pick me up at 7:30?", Theresa asked.
" Okay. Love you.", Ethan said, hanging up.
There was no more avoiding it. They had to talk about his
college acceptance. Tonight.