Here is chapter 7!! It will probably be the last chapter I post for a few days, because I have to go back to school tomorrow :(
As usual, feedback is cherished and keeps me writing!!
Honors English 12: What is Love?
Kay Bennett
I used to think love was about losing yourself. Letting yourself go and letting the person you loved be there and catch you. The thing is, the guys I pick never seem willing to play catcher. They always just sort of want to play, I don't know, ping-pong or something.
Whitney Russell
Love is about trust. It's about opening yourself up to a person and knowing the he'll respect you for the fact that your baring your soul. It's about sharing. Being totally equal in a relationship and not losing a sense of who you are just to impress the other person. I truly believe the saying that you have to love yourself before you can love someone else. Because when your in love, holding on to your sense of self can be difficult. But the more aware you are of who you are, the less likely you are to... I'm repeating myself, aren't I?
Here's one thing I know for sure- crushes are not love. They're temporary, fleeting, and often totally unfounded. Don't ever mistake a crush for love. Unless you want your heart crushed.
Chad Harris
Love sucks.
Jessica Bennett
I've never been in love before. So if I was in love, I wouldn't really know it, would I?
I'm looking forward to it. The jolt of electricity... everything. It sounds pretty unlikely, but a girl can hope, can't she?
Charity Standish
Love is always being there for eachother. And helping eachother through mistakes.
Unconditional Love.
And forgiveness.
If you want love to last, you have to practice forgiveness- even in the most painful situations. If you can't do that, then don't even think about it. Because contrary to the male population's belief, they are not perfect.
Not a single one of them.
Not even Miguel.
Whitney woke up early Sunday morning.Not quite awake, she tripped over something on her way to the bathroom. She opened the door.
And to her amazement there was already someone in there.
Chad Harris was standing in front of her, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.
" I'm-- I'm sorry," Whitney stammered. " I need to, uh, I need..."
She trailed off, unable to form a coherent sentance. Chad had been the focus of every single one of her daydreams in the past few days, but she had never imagined him like this. Beads of water dripping from his dark hair onto his glistening shoulders. Quite a jolt to the heart on a Sunday morning.
" What are you doing in here?" Chad snapped.
" I-- I... Wait a minute! This is MY bathroom. What are YOU doing in here?" She demanded.
" Coach Russell told me to use this one, it's the closest to my room." Chad said, glaring at Whitney. " Anyways, don't you have somewhere to be. Tennis practice of something?"
" Actually, I have to put together the layout for the school newspaper today. I'm the editor." Whitney shot back, placing her hands on her hips.
" Oh right, the school newspaper." Chad's voice seethed with sarcasm. " What do you do, write about how the cafeteria should serve bothe regular AND chocolate milk?"
" Well at least I do something instead of ranking on everything else! What are you, the President of the Ironic Remarks Club?", she shot back.
She stared up at him, too infuriated to speak. For a moment, their gazes locked and she look down. She immeadiately realized that she was staring at his chest, and concentrated on a tile somwhere over his head.
" I...", she came up with nothing. Damn, he was annoying.
He was seriously pissing her off. So why was she still standing in her steamy bathroom with him?
" You are the most obnoxious idiot I have ever met.", Whitney spat, after about a two minute period of silence.
" Thanks for sharing.", Conner said, supressing a laugh. It was just way too easy to get a rise out of this girl.
She was obviouly beyond pissed that he was staying at her house- but it was actually very amusing to see how embarrassed she got. Way more embarrassed than a normal person who walked in on someone else in the shower. A normal person would have left 5 minutes ago.
Whitney was gripping the doorknow so tightly that her knuckles were turning white.
" You could attempt to be civil.", she went on, her voice gaining strength. " I mean, you are staying at my house."
" Point taken.", he replied curtly. " Now would you mind leaving so that I can shave in peace?"
" Gladly." Whitney shot back. But instead of leaving , she took his arm and, before he realized what was happening, pushed him into the hallway, slamming ( and probably locking, too) the door behing him.
Instead, she sighed as she picked up a large salad and yogurt. Not especially appetizing, but she needed high energy foods for today's pre-tryout cheerleading practice. As she headed to the checkout counter, she heard a familar laugh and froze.
Charity Standish was stand right behind her, equipped with her two pathetic sidekicks, Mindy and Emily.
" Oh excuse me, are we in a sleazy nightclub? Silly me, I though we were in the school cafeteria.", Mindy laughed, looking at Kay's skirt.
Emily bursted out laughing, and Charity's thin mouth curved into a small smile. But her eyes were narrowed, cold, and unchanging.
Kay opened her mouth, ready to retort with something like, " Is that the best you can do?", but she froze. There he was. Miguel was standing a few paces behind Charity, his hands at his sides, looking as if he wasn't sure whether to come closer.
As Kay's words died in her mouth, Miguel met her eye. His brown-eyed gaze was pained- whether it was embarrassed or apologetic, Kay couldn't tell.
Either way, just looking at him hurt. How could he stand there, letting her take all their abuse, knowing that HE was the one who had caused it?
Charity breezed past her. Kay realized a second too late that she had let them get the last word. Miguel hesitated, and for a sickeningly nerve-racking moment, Kay thought he was about to come over to her. Then he followed Charity, swerving to keep his distance from Kay.
Irrational tears sprung in Kay's eyes. She stared down at the floor, trying hard to blot out the memory of the intense yet tender way that Miguel had kissed her. 'There was no deep connection.' she reminded herself bitterly. Miguel was just using her, trying to sneak a quicky in on the side before he slunk back to his girlfriend, being the dog he was. The thing was, Miguel had seemed so sweet and so different from other guys. But he was a fake, and not even worth her tears.
Kay blinked a few times and quickly glanced down at her skirt. After Mindy's comment, it had suddenly felt 6 inches shorter than it was. She could ditch lunch and run home to change. But that was admitting defeat. And Kay Bennett wasn't quite ready to do that yet.