Changing Seasons, Part 8
Disclaimer: I don't own them except for the kids!
A week had passed since the incident at the Winners' Sunday dinner. Randy threw herself into work, making sure that she wouldn't have anytime to think about Miles, or even Donavon. And tonight she wanted to show everyone she was all right. She pulled up her hair and threaded jet chopsticks through the topknot. She observed her appearance in her full-length mirror. The tight fitting black leather pants gave no allusion to the shape her thighs and butt. Her black leather boots added two inches to her height. And the corset like top was crimson with black lace overlay. She tapped her nail against her carmine lips and pulled her black leather jacket off the hook next to her door. The gold of her cross, glittered around her neck as well as the large gold hoops in her ears, along with small diamond studs in the second holes. She looked down at her half-healed hands and with care, slid a pair of fingerless gloves that she used when she lifted weights. "Come on Randy, you're a Maxwell. Show the world that nothing gets you down," she said to her reflection. She took a deep breath and scooped up her sunglasses and left the room.
"Fold," Chris sighed, throwing his cards on the table.
"You're a sore loser bro," Jonathon smirked from behind his cards.
Chris shot him a dirty look. "Baka. You know you won't win, while Heero, Zechs, and my dad are playing."
Jonathon shrugged. "So, it's enough to beat you."
"Grrr," Chris growled.
"You two take it way too seriously," David said casually over the top of his cards.
"Oh yeah and I suppose you like it very much when Heero takes all your money," Chris grouched.
David scowled at his brother and stuck out his tongue.
"Children," Duo said, arching his brow at his three sons.
The three of them said nothing, but continued to glare at each other.
"So Heero, ready to give up yet," Duo drawled, smirking.
"Not on your life," Heero replied with a smirk of his own. "I have to win back my money and then all of yours."
"Wait in line Heero," Zechs snorted as he crossed his arms, glancing at his cards. "I'm winning his money and your money, and then some."
"And who said you would win dad?" Thad asked, his brows arching over his ice blue eyes.
"Don't overrate yourself Thad, I'll be winning this," Zach said to his older brother.
"You wish," Thad snorted disdainfully.
"Neither of you will win because I'll win," Dominic said smugly.
"You wish Yuy," Zach said mockingly.
"None of you will win, because I'll be winning all of your money," Duo said, grinning evilly.
"Here we go, be prepared to lose your money to dad once again," Chris said knowingly at his two brothers.
"Will you shut up!" Jonathon and David hissed at him.
"Will all of you pipe down in there, we can't hear ourselves talk," Hilde called out from the living room.
"We can't hear ourselves think with all you talking," Duo called back from the kitchen. "And babe, could you grab me another beer too."
"Get off your lazy ass and do it yourself," Hilde retorted.
Duo twitched his lips a little at her reply. "Please babe."
"No Duo," was her reply.
"Man," he said with exasperation. "Women, never do anything you want them to do," he muttered under his breath.
"I heard that!" Hilde yelled.
Duo flinched. "Damn, she never let's anything get by her."
"That's most women Maxwell," Heero said, rolling his eyes. "You just have to set them straight in the start of the marriage."
"I heard that Heero," Relena yelled.
Heero frowned as Duo snickered.
"Don't you two know you should never say anything about your wife within their earshot. They make your life very unpleasant if you do," Zechs smirked. "And if you do, whisper it."
"I can hear that Zechs!" Noin called out.
Heero and Duo chuckled at Zechs's disgruntled expression.
"I'm so glad I'm not involved in this," Chris said, leaning back in his chair. "I don't say anything at all."
"Wise answer braid boy," Victoria said as she came into the kitchen. She pressed a kiss on his cheek.
Chris smirked at the other men at the table. "See."
"Chicken," Jonathon muttered under his breath.
"Makes me glad that I'm not married or involved," Dominic sighed.
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A few minutes later Randy skipped down the steps into the kitchen. She looked over at the table, where all the men were playing poker.
Zach looked up from his cards. His eyes popped even wider when he glimpsed Randy. "Damn girl."
Randy looked up from her cell phone she was checking. She saw Zach looking at her. She smiled.
His comment made the others at the table turn around.
Duo's eyes widened. "And where do you think you're going in that outfit?"
"Out," Randy replied as she picked up her keys.
"Not in that you're not," he said, his brow furrowing a little.
"Why not, I can take care of myself. The last man who tried something sang soprano, for two days and walked away with a black eye as well," Randy said as she flexed her hands. She met her father's eyes. Cobalt meeting cobalt. "And I intend to go out and have a good time." She turned on her heel and walked out the kitchen door.
"Duo, are you going to let your daughter go out in that?" Heero asked.
"Hell no," Duo replied, pushing back his chair and following her out the door.
Jonathon sighed. "She must be feeling better."
"Why is that?" Dominic asked curiously.
"She's dressing the part of a flirt…and a little on the side of a hooker from the red light district on the L2 colony," Jonathon replied.
Victoria smacked him on the back of his head. "Your sister does not look like a hooker."
"Damn, Vic, you didn't have to hit that hard," Jonathon whined rubbing the back of his head.
"She looked fine. She wants to have a good time, I say let her. She needs it after the hell she's been through," Victoria snapped. "And you three should be glad that she's all right."
The three brothers twisted their lips into frowns and crossed their arms. Several mumbled "I suppose," were heard.
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Duo grabbed Randy's arm and turned her around. "I can't let you go out looking like that."
"You want me to be all right? You want me to forget what a week from hell this was?"
"Yes," Duo hedged.
"Then let me go," she said, gently pulling her arm out of his grasp.
"Randy, there's too much of you showing," Duo said sternly.
She looked at him stubbornly. "I'm just as stubborn as you. I'm going out to have fun."
Wills clashed for a moment. Their eyes locked for a moment.
Duo threw his hands up in the air. "Go, before I change my mind, but you don't take that jacket off. It stays on, you hear me young lady?"
"Yes dad," Randy said as she pressed a kiss on his cheek. "I won't be late," she said as she ran towards her jeep and hopped in.
Duo sighed as she sped out of the driveway. He raised his eyes heavenwards. "I want her to be all right, but this is ridiculous. I should have been stricter with her when she was little." He shook his head and walked back towards the house. He sat back down at the kitchen table again. He noticed several pairs of eyes on him. "What?"
"You let her go, didn't you Duo?" Heero asked raised his brow.
"Yeah," Duo replied reluctantly, knowing what was coming next.
"You're way too lenient with her," Heero scolded.
"Oh like your two daughters don't walk all over you," Duo pointed out as he flushed a little.
Heero colored. "Not like yours does to you."
Zechs snickered behind his hand.
"Like your one to talk, your daughter has you wrapped around her little finger," Duo stated, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Zechs frowned and slid down a little in his seat.
"But you saw what she was wearing! Doesn't that bother you?" Heero asked, a serious look coming into his Prussian blue eyes.
"Yes, it bothers me, but this hasn't been the most pleasant week for
her. And I would feel even worse if I said no," Duo answered ruefully.
When he didn't hear any response from anyone else, he lowered his eyes back to
his cards. "I hope letting her go out was the right thing to do."
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"So here you are?" Vaughn asked as he then dropped onto the stool next to Donavon at the local dance club that was called The Crown.
"What do you want?" Donavon muttered into his club soda and lime. He turned hostile eyes towards his cousin.
"Still pissed at me," Vaughn said in a matter of fact tone. He shrugged his shoulders. "Can't say that I blame you. My dad made me go and apologize to Randy, but she wouldn't accept. She's still giving me a look that would rival any Yuy's death glare."
"Which you well deserve," Donavon spat as he turned to look at his cousin fully. "You know what you did! You completely screwed up my life and hers! Not to mention, my brother and I can no longer stand the sight of each other! I could still cheerfully murder you!"
"Glad you think that," Vaughn said dryly as he took a sip of his beer. "But come on Donavon, you brought some of it on yourself by getting drunk with Randy in the first place. Your secret attraction to her caused this domino effect. I only picked up on it because everyone looked guilty as hell last Sunday. I won't say that I'm blameless because I know I'm not, but you can't totally blame me for messing up your life and hers," he finished mildly.
Donavon growled but said nothing. He returned to his drink. He moodily stirred the ice with his finger. He hadn't seen Randy for the entire week. He blamed himself entirely for what happened to her and the guilt ate at him like acid. And he and Miles weren't even talking to each other because of the fight on Sunday, but he was going to L4 tomorrow, as far from Duo's wrath as possible. He removed his finger from the ice and watched as the liquid beaded on the tip and fell. It reminded him of Randy's tears. He gave Vaughn a sidelong glance. "Why did you do it?"
Vaughn blinked once at his cousin's question. "Why? Well, hell Donavon, you've been mooning over her since you were eleven years old! And I figured I try to help, just a little. I had good intentions, believe me. I started to feel certain vibes coming from Miles and Megan ever since Corsica, and I knew that your dear brother was attracted to her even though he fought those feelings."
"So you took it upon yourself to throw the whole thing out in the open," Donavon said in a low voice.
"Well it kind of backfired on me. I was hoping you two would've remembered what you did and didn't do, but neither of you did. And that's when things got ugly."
"You're a baka, you know that Vaughn! You might have had good intentions, but that got shot straight to hell once you started in on Randy!"
"Hey, calm down. She was making it obvious and it was too good of a thing to pass up. So I threw it out there, I knew it would make Miles jealous as hell, but I didn't think he would get that riled up! And even though Randy was mad as hell at me, she couldn't hide one little thing from me."
"Oh and what's that?"
"She felt confused on what was going on. She didn't know precisely why Miles got all upset about her being with you. And what's more the fact is that she wasn't one hundred percent sure about her and Miles."
"And what does that mean?" Donavon asked, his forehead furrowing.
"That she was having conflicting emotions about you," Vaughn answered knowingly.
"Huh?" Donavon asked stupidly.
Vaughn sighed and then smirked. "Nope, not telling you anymore. You have to figure that one out for yourself."
Donavon frowned at him. "Thanks blondie," he muttered.
Vaughn's lips twitched in a slight grin. "No problem. So you still want to kill me?" he asked engagingly.
Donavon could see the laughter in his cousin's violet eyes. "That's for me to know," he said, smirking.
Vaughn chuckled outright at Donavon's reply. He shook his head and took another sip of his beer. He noticed a slight clamor at the door. "I wonder what's going on over there?"
"Who knows," Donavon said with disinterest.
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Randy smiled at the bouncer as she walked past him into the pounding music. Lights flashed, creating patterns across her exposed skin. Her foot began to tap to the beat of the music. She made her way towards the dance floor when she felt a slap on her rear and "Gotta get some." She whirled and caught the man's hand, twisting it. "With one flick I could snap your wrist in half. So do you apologize or do I have to make an example of you," she said sweetly, but with an undertone of steel.
"Sorry ma'am," the man stuttered as he looked at his wrist.
"Good," Randy said as she let go. She gave him a tight nasty smile before she turned and walked off. "Asshole," she muttered under her breath as she got on the dance floor and started moving to the music. Soon enough, she was asked to dance on the center platform in the middle of the room. Only the best dancers were selected for it. Other platforms ringed the floor, but this one was the most coveted.
Donavon looked up at the center platform. It was Randy. His mouth dropped opened when he saw what she was wearing.
Vaughn followed his cousin's gaze. His eyes widened. "Hot damn." He looked back at Donavon. "Like what you see?" he smirked.
Donavon ignored Vaughn's question and watched her. His eyes followed her movements.
Vaughn sighed. "Didn't think I would get an answer."
Donavon pushed his way through the crowd towards the center platform. His mouth dropped open even more when she took off the jacket. He wanted to dance with her. It was torture for him just to watch.
She laughed as one of her favorite songs came on. "Just the song I need," she said triumphantly as she shrugged out of her leather jacket, "To reassert myself."
Talk to me, tell me your name
You blow me off like it's all the same
You lit a fuse and now I'm tickin' away
Like a bomb…yeah baby
She swung her hips to the beat of the music. She had always been a provocative dancer and this song was bringing out the best in her. Her fingers slid down her hips.
His eyes went to the skin exposed between the corset top and the hip hugging leather pants. He bit his lip. He wanted to get up there, but he hadn't seen her or talked to her since Sunday.
"Come on Donavon, what are you waiting for," Vaughn whispered in Donavon's ear.
Talk to me, tell me your sign
You're switchin' sides like a Gemini
You're playing games
And now you're hittin' my heart
Like a drum…yeah baby
Randy extended her arms above her head and then brought them down behind her neck, her hips and her shoulders moving.
Donavon heard Vaughn's words. He wanted to go up there more then ever.
"You don't go up there I will," Vaughn said teasingly.
Well if Lady Luck
Gets on my side
We're going to rock this town alive
I'll let her rough me up
'Till she knocks me out
'Cause she walks like she talks
And she talks like she walks
Her eyes were closed as she shook her arms up and then down, following over the curves of her body. Then she thrust her hips hard to the right and then the left, tossing her head to both sides.
Donavon turned and glared at his cousin. "All right I will."
Vaughn smiled smugly. "Now lets see if I can get them together this
time without screwing it up."
She bangs, she bangs
Oh, baby when she moves
She moves
I go crazy 'cause she
Looks like a flower
But she stings like a bee
Like every girl in history
She bangs, she bangs
I'm wasted by the way
She moves, she moves
No one ever looked so fine
She reminds me
That a woman's got one thing on her mind
Donavon took a deep breath and stepped up onto the platform.
Randy turned around and saw him. She paused momentarily.
"Dance? Please?"
A slight smile crossed her face and she nodded.
He went over to her and placed his hands on her hips, daring to pull her close to him.
Randy moved her body in time with his. And as always, in perfect sync.
Talk to me, tell me your name
I'm just a link in your daisy chain
Your rap sounds like a diamond map to the stars
Yeah baby
He spun her around fast. He could feel her hand resting on the back of his neck as they moved together. This was how he had always wanted to dance with her, but he had lacked the courage to do so. But tonight, tonight, she was dressed to kill and he couldn't help himself, even if it was only this one time.
Talk to me, tell me the news
You wear me out like a pair of shoes
We'll dance until the band goes home
Then you're gone…yeah baby
Her one leg was between his as his one arm was around her waist. They moved down to the floor and back up again.
Vaughn watched with unconcealed amusement lurking in his amethyst eyes. "About damn time," he said to himself.
Well, if it looks like love
Should be a crime
They better lock me up for life
I'll do the time
With a smile on my face
Thinkin' of her
In her leather and lace
She turned away from him, her back up against his chest. She moved her arms behind his neck and moved down his body.
This was heaven and hell for Donavon as she moved back up again. And at the last line before the chorus, he daringly slid his hands over her figure, down to her leather-clad hips as she swung them hard to the left and to the right.
"Damn!" was all Vaughn could say.
She bangs, she bangs
Oh, baby when she moves
She moves
I go crazy 'cause she
Looks like a flower
But she stings like a bee
Like every girl in history
She bangs, she bangs
I'm wasted by the way
She moves, she moves
No one ever looked so fine
She reminds me
That a woman's got one thing on her mind
And his one hand stayed there on her hip as the other one came to rest on her thigh, over her hand. He was following the music and was no longer dictating to himself what he should and shouldn't be doing.
Her other hand arced behind his neck. She could feel his hot breath on her bare shoulder. She turned her head, making their faces seemingly close.
He then rapidly turned her, dipping her to the beat of the brief interlude.
Man, if Lady Luck
Gets on my side
We're going to rock this town alive
I'll let her rough me up
'Till she knocks me out
'Cause she walks like she talks
And she talks like she walks
She came back hard, her breasts coming up against his chest. And for the first time in a long time, she felt her attraction to him more then ever. Her arms looped about his neck. She could feel the sweatiness of his hands on the skin of her lower back.
The more their bodies ground together, the more he wanted to carry her off the dance floor and find a dark place and kiss her and touch her all over. His hands moved to her hips.
She bangs, she bangs
Oh, baby when she moves
She moves
I go crazy 'cause she
Looks like a flower
But she stings like a bee
Like every girl in history
She bangs, she bangs
I'm wasted by the way
She moves, she moves
No one ever looked so fine
She reminds me
That a woman's got one thing on her mind
Her hips moved against his in a sensual, teasing manner. Her heart was pounding in an alarming rhythm. She could feel his heart against hers. And she could feel his breath against her cheek.
His body went up in flames. She was driving him crazy. Insane even. And for the first time, he knew he would have to take an ice cold shower.
Vaughn shook his head. He could feel the intensity of their feelings. The
air was charged with sexual tension around them. "Well the song
definitely helped as a turn on."
She bangs, she bangs
Oh, baby when she moves
She moves
I go crazy 'cause she
Looks like a flower
But she stings like a bee
Like every girl in history
She bangs, she bangs
She moves, she moves
She bangs, she bangs
She moves, she moves
The music of the next song came on. They stood motionless on the platform, staring into each other's eyes.
Vaughn whistled loudly. "Damn you two, that was hottest dancing I've ever seen from the both of you."
Randy and Donavon turned towards his voice. They blinked and then looked at each other. She took a step back, breathing hard.
Donavon stared at her. Her face was flushed and her breasts were rising and falling rapidly with each breath. He looked down at her hands, seeing the fingerless gloves that covered them. "Her hands." He took a step back as well. He hadn't known what had come over him in those four minutes.
Vaughn's eyes bounced between the two of them as they looked at each other.
He could now feel confusion setting in. "No, no, no, don't do that!
This was going so well! Don't go back!"
"I have to go," Randy said as she swiped her jacket and ran. "Why
am I running? Why am I so scared? What is happening to me? To us?"
Donavon felt his heart ache with suppressed emotion. "Randy, please.
I love you."
Vaughn ground his palms into his eyes. "Dammit," he muttered under his breath, "that was going so well. Damn, damn, damn!"
Donavon slowly got off the platform and went back to the bar. He ordered another club soda with lime. He absently took a sip out of it, staring at the ice inside it. He needed something cold to cool down the flames burning inside of him.
Vaughn said nothing as he came and sat down next to him. He ordered another
beer and stared at the bottle. He frowned at it. "So much for
that."
Randy had the gas pedal pressed all the way to the floor. Her hair whipped wildly about her head as she drove over the curving roads back to her home. Her eyes were centered on the road ahead of her. She almost missed her driveway, slamming on her brakes and fishtailing into the driveway. She didn't see the car sitting just up the road from her house in the dark.
Miles's eyes popped open when he heard the screeching of tires. He saw headlights swerve crazily into the driveway. "Randy," he said to himself. He climbed out of his car and walked down the long driveway.
She pulled into the garage in the back. She leaned against the metal of the Jeep. She looked at her hands, they were shaking. She took a deep breath to calm herself. She picked up her jacket from the floor and walked towards the house. The lights were all off. She silently opened the kitchen door and closed it behind her. Then she heard a voice.
"So you're home," Duo said looking at Randy through the dark kitchen.
Randy jumped. "Dammit, dad you scared the life out of me." Her hand rested over her pounding heart. "What are you still doing up?"
"Waiting for you to come home," he replied flatly. He got out of his chair and flipped on the lights. Illuminating the room. He got an even better look what his nineteen-year-old daughter was wearing. He scowled. "There is no way in hell you're wearing that out ever again."
It was her turn to scowl. "Were you waiting up just to tell me that."
"No. I was worried about you. You know what time it is?"
"Quarter of one."
"Exactly. A little late even for you," Duo said, a furrow beginning to form between his eyes.
Randy could see her dad's temper mounting. Her ire was sparked as well, but she bit her tongue. "I know, I'm sorry. I should have told you how late I was going to be. It won't happen again."
"Sure as hell won't happen again," he muttered under his breath. "Where did you go?"
"The Crown. Why?" she asked, pretending not to hear his first statement.
"Just wondering." He looked at her. He could see the faint shadows of fatigue under her eyes. He sighed. "Go on, get to bed."
"Good night," Randy said as she came over and hugged him tight. She stayed there for a moment, needing his strength and security.
Duo pressed a kiss on top of her head. "Get some sleep baby."
"All right," she said, pulling away. She looked up into the matching cobalt eyes. "I love you daddy." She smiled ruefully and went up the steps.
He stared after her. He switched out the light again and sat down in the chair. He heard Hilde come up behind him. "I'll be up soon," he said softly.
Hilde placed her hands on his shoulders and pressed a kiss on top of his head. "I love you Duo," she whispered.
Duo placed his hand over hers and squeezed it. "Love you too babe."
She smiled as she slowly withdrew her hand from his. "You did the right thing, you know," she said as she left the room.
He sighed and turned to look at her retreating form. "But is it really the right thing," he said to himself.
Randy sat on the edge of her bed in green boxers and a white tank top. She pushed her glasses back up on her nose as she went over to her computer. She flicked on the monitor and began typing in her journal.
Miles climbed over the gate. He couldn't see any lights on like he had before. He knew he was taking a huge gamble in coming here when he knew that Duo was out for his blood. He walked warily over to the tree that stood outside of Randy's window. He began his ascent, using the cat-like grace that he had inherited from both his parents. He walked along the branch and looked in through the partially open window. He could see her sitting at her computer, the reflection of the screen shining on her glasses. He slowly pushed the window the rest of the way open.
She was so absorbed in what she was doing, she never heard her intruder. She tapped her nails on the wood top of her desk. They had been cut short so she wouldn't cut through her skin again. She saw movement in the screen, causing her to whirl around in her chair. "Miles!"
He stared at her. Her ink black hair spilling over her shoulders in careless disarray. "Hello Randy."
Randy looked at him for a moment. His nose was splinted and under his eyes was dark. "You look like hell," she commented.
"You don't look much better," Miles shot back, taking note of her lightly bandaged hands and the purple shadows under her blackening cobalt eyes.
White-hot fury rushed through her. She bit her lip to keep back a scathing retort on the tip of her tongue. "What the hell are you doing here?" she hissed at him.
"I wanted to talk to you," he replied hotly.
"There's nothing to talk about. You cheated, end of story," Randy growled as she stood.
"No, not the end of story, you cheated too. I wasn't the only one at fault here!"
"Keep your voice down, my dad is downstairs! And I don't want him coming up here and beating the shit out of you when I just had my floor cleaned! And I didn't knowingly cheat on you!"
"That's bull shit Randy! You cheated first with my brother!"
"And you cheated second with Megan! Two wrongs don't make a right baka!"
"I never said I was right! I was angry and frustrated, I didn't know what the hell I was doing!"
"That's a lie! You knew exactly what you were doing with Megan! If you really didn't want her, you wouldn't have let her kiss you in the first place!"
"At least I'm being honest! I'm not using the guise of being drunk as an excuse to cheat!"
"You really thought I would consciously cheat on you? Hardly! I'm not that kind of girl!"
"And that's a lie too! You are that kind of girl! You make a guy so hot, he can't control himself when he's around you! You're every guys wet dream and you know it!"
Randy's eyes flashed dangerously.
"And furthermore, you love it! You love the fact that you can turn on any guy with just a look from those deep eyes of yours! You say you don't use sex as a weapon! That's a lie too. Randy you use your sexuality like the most lethal of weapons. You might have been the tomboy but underneath, you're a flirt! A notorious immoral flirt!" Miles flung at her, his emerald eyes hardening.
She was seething inside. She felt like she was going to explode. "If I'm a flirt then you're a gigolo! You were like that well before you started dating me! I knew what you were, but I didn't care! I was in love with you! And now you come in here and have the audacity to say these things to my face! Good! For once, you're showing a little backbone!"
Miles gritted his teeth as her words struck home. "You always knew what you were doing Randy, no one ever forced you to be a sex pot, which everyone knows you're! If you didn't want sex, you would do half the things you do! You know what I think! I think you use that chastity ring as a cover up! You may walk and talk sex, but your inexperience makes you insecure! Or am I wrong?"
Randy glared at him stonily.
"Then again, you've always been a firecracker. And you clearly don't remember all that you did with my brother last Friday night! Did you put out for him? Did he get to go where no guy has gone before? Did he fuck you?"
*CRACK* Her palm connected with his face. "Get out!" she gritted out through clenched teeth. "Get out!"
Miles walked towards the window, his cheek, burning with the force of her slap. He could see the fire flickering wildly in her eyes. "I'm leaving tomorrow."
"Good," she said in a low angry voice, her temper barely being held in check.
He climbed out the window and leaned against the sill. He looked at her. "I never did understand you Randy. You were the one girl I never figured out. What made Donavon so special?"
"Donavon's special because he's not you! And the reason you never understood me was because you chose not to! Now get going before I call my dad up here and he can beat the shit out of you!" And with those words, she slammed the window shut on his fingers.
Miles bit back the pain coursing up his arms. He gingerly pried his fingers from under the window. They throbbed. He walked unsteadily along the branch and descended from the tree. And as soon as he reached his car, he let out a litany of curses in English and Spanish. He blew on his fingers. "Damn!" He felt an aching remorse though. His words might have made him seem callous and cruel, but he felt bad for what he said and he knew he deserved to get his hands slammed between the window and the sill. But he was jealous of his brother and it made him crazy on what Donavon and Randy might have done that night. He loved Randy. He still did even after she broke his nose and almost broke his fingers. But there was no way to get her back now. She was lost to him forever all because of his own mistake. Megan was gone now. She had returned to Scotland, where she lived. And he would be leaving tomorrow for L4. Far away from his friends and his family so he wouldn't be constantly looking over his shoulder waiting for Duo to beat the shit out of him. He sighed and rested his hands on the steering wheel. He looked back towards the Maxwell house one last time. "I'm so sorry it had to end this way Randy, I hope you can forgive me someday," he said softly to himself and with that he started his car and drove away.
Randy stared at the window for a few moments before yanking the curtains closed. She flung herself across her bed and clenched the blankets between her fingers. Hot tears of anger threatened to spill down her cheeks, but she then wiped her hands across her eyes, furiously wiping the tears away. No guy had ever said the things that Miles had before. She was outraged and hurt at the same time. She knew that she had cheated on Miles, not knowingly. She never meant to at all. She had loved him too much. But now, she was alone. She had never had her heart broken before and the pain was immeasurable to her. She closed her eyes and crawled up to the top of the bed, switching out her light and rolling under the covers. She knew she was at fault just as much as Miles was. She cheated first with Donavon. A scalding rush of blood infused her cheeks. The way that she had danced with him earlier lingered in her mind. She didn't know why she let him dance with her or touch her the way that he had been. Her feelings were in a jumble, making her confused. "What am I going to do?" she whispered to herself as she closed her eyes and tried to sleep.
*Song: "She Bangs" by Ricky Martin
Author's Note: Stay tuned for more coming soon! And I know this has
been a little angsty for the last few chapters, but I promise it'll be lighter
soon! XOXO!