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In My Face
by
Alyson Grant
Chapter Thirteen:
Darien's POV-
With ever growing dark blue eyes that swirled with confusion I watched as Serena walked away from me. It was hard to remember exactly what happened to bring us to this point. It all happened so fast. Or was it really just time that was slowly, slowing down?
She avoided me the entire night. She managed to evade my every movement toward her. Andrew only too gleefully didn't mind reminding me of the many reasons why. So after she danced it up with almost all the guys and started heading out back I decided to go after her. I spotted a few people though as I was going toward one of the exits. A few dances later I found myself standing over her as she slept.
Her eyes fluttered open. Widened. They showed mild shock a little surprise when she recognized who it was exactly that was standing above her. Then she scowled and asked me what I was doing there. All I did was give her a simple answer and she just had to feel the need to give me some well placed attitude and a look of extreme irritation she'd probably practiced until perfection.
In fact when I really take the time to think about it, she had. On me.
I felt disturbed and believe it or not- a little hurt. My friends would have a good laugh if I ever mentioned in conversation that I felt hurt because some girl obviously didn't feel like giving me the time of day - or night as the case may be.
I was curious though and just had to ask, "Serena what's your problem?"
With her eyes narrowed like that and a slight frown on her face she did not look too pleased. When the words, "What do you mean what's my problem?" I knew that she wasn't pleased for a fact. Figures.
Then I just had to put my foot in my mouth with a statement like, "You've been acting so weird." Her temper flared and she took personal offense to what I had said. Her next words were slightly bitter and almost resentful. A few seconds later I asked about our friendship, or the obvious lack thereof. A few seconds after that it seemed like we were really making some headway but then, "I want for you to leave me alone! What's with everyone tonight? Can't I be left alone for one second? Or is that too much to ask for?" came out. Can't I do anything right?
I asked her, "What's your problem?" and she said that she didn't have a problem that I should be concerned about and even if she did, did I honestly think she would tell me? I shrugged my shoulders and simply said, "I don't see why not."
She made a sarcastic comment and I responded in turn with a question about trust.
"You don't trust me do you?"
Serena said, "It doesn't matter if I trust you or not. What does that have to do with anything?"
"Everything." I responded. "It has absolutely everything to do with us."
"There is no 'us'. There never was a 'us'. And there will never be a 'us'. So get it off your mind!" Ouch. That hurts.
Something about the way she looked at me. Maybe it was the way her hair was shining in the moonlight. Maybe it was the way the sparks of irritation rose in her eyes and made her look even more intense then usual in that dress...
"Too late." I said in a low voice just before I hesitated for a scant second and kissed her gently. I wasn't planning on kissing her. I wouldn't lie and said that when I was looking down at her lounging in the chair by the pool sleeping that it hadn't crossed my mind but that truly wasn't any of my intentions. I just wanted to talk to her. Seeing as how she was determined to avoid me and her silly teenage cronies were just as determined to 'protect' her, seeing her there lying on the chair in the semi darkness, alone so to speak, was something unexpected.
(Molly spilled to Andrew and he told me all about the girls plan to avoid me. He found it hilarious. I found it in one short and sweet word...annoying.)
About three seconds into the kiss she started to push me off. But like one sip of good wine, one taste and I was gone on the feeling. I had held her soft hands in mine feeling them fold beneath my own. Then her hands slipped from my fingers and wove around my back. When we stopped I looked her in the eyes and saw almost a mirror image reflected back in her blues.
Then she took a step backwards from me. She looked horrified by what had just occurred. Silent questions were flitting across her face and asking me a few tiny queries. I smiled at her and asked something I really wanted to know the answer to, "Still don't trust me?"
She shot me down with, "What makes you think I'm going to trust you after just one kiss?"
I didn't really have a answer to that but when I moved a little closer to her and brushed a few fingers against her soft cheek I didn't really want to speak. Why? Because what I was feeling almost had no words to explain with.
"Why not, was it bad?"
"No." She said almost despite herself with a familiar smile playing slightly on her lips.
"Good."
"Ohh you idiot. That's not wasn't what I meant and you know it. I hate you!"
I wondered how many ways could she possibly mean it but while I truly wanted to rile her and watch her blue eyes sparkle with ire by asking, didn't dare say anything. to that effect. "No you don't." I said calmly.
She asked me what made me so sure about what she felt. All I said was that maybe it was the fact that she was as transparent as glass and she got visibly upset. I wouldn't have been surprised if she had raised a hand to slap me. I also said that she didn't dislike the kiss or even hate me. I thought I was speaking the plain and simple truth when I said that she just hated her reaction. Needless to say, I guess she didn't like my little analysis. Odd. I thought it was rather perceptive...
"How dare you! You don't know me..." Were just a few angry words that slipped out of her lips.
When she finished her little tirade, (most of which I paid no mind to) I wordlessly looked at her and then slowly brushed a finger against her soft cheek. For some reason I just wanted her to...I don't know. Relax and loosen up with me. I wanted to know more about her, or at least a bit more than I already knew. I wanted her guard down like the way it just had to be when she was giving her all in her kisses to me.
I wanted her golden gates to be lowered to me preeminently but if she didn't trust me there was no way that was going to be happening anytime soon. Or ever. "You are so different then you were before." I said to her in a whisper. I could feel her pulse race. That's how close I was to her. She was breathing a little unevenly and looked up at me but didn't move away. She looked almost...afraid.
Then she was back to normal in a split second with almost snide remarks like, "That's nice. Thanks for telling me what I already know."
I felt disappointed. Inside I was groaning and sighing all over the place and of all the things I might have said what came out of my lips was this, "Must you always be so hard to talk to?"
"Must you always try to talk to me?" She emphasized the word 'try' and continued with a swift roll of the eyes, "It's obvious that I don't want to talk to you."
"Oh really? I was doubting that so called fact a few seconds ago."
"I don't know what happened or why you kissed me but lets forget about it." She said quickly.
"I can't do that."
"Yeah? Well I can." She told me. Didn't she realize that what she was trying to tell me was a lie? Didn't she?
"No you can't."
"I've told you before and I guess I'll tell you again, you don't know me. Don't presume to think what I will and will not do. You don't know me and you don't understand me. It's pointless to try."
"It's not pointless because I want to get to know you. I want you trust me and I don't even know why you won't. What have I ever done to you really?"
"You want to know why I don't trust you?" She asked me with a sudden quick rush of anger. Her voice was rising higher and higher.
"Yeah I do." In contrast to hers mine was low but steady and even. Did I want to know? No, not really but...why not learn a little something anyway?
"It's statements like that, that make me doubt you even more."
"Why? It's the truth."
"No Darien, it's not. I don't know what to call it but it's not."
I felt frozen as one of my worst nightmares came roaring to life and leaping forward ever more forward into my reality. I didn't want to be here anymore but I had to face this right? Andrew was right. Serena had every right and every reason to not want to be within six feet of the likes of me. No actually she said five right? I knew it. I just tried my best not to accept it.
I looked down at the girl who may have grown since I'd last seen her back when she was in the eighth grade but was still a few visible inches shorter then I was. "You never wanted to get to know me before so why the sudden interest now?"
I winced. Is that what she thought? Of course that's what she thought. Why? Well had I ever tried my hardest to make her think otherwise when I had the chance?
"You can't possibly like me." But I do.
"You never have and never will so don't even try to give me that old line." That's not true and it's not some line. I think your worth much more that some lines. I just wish I knew you better. I want to but still don't know how I can be forgiven for past mistakes and move our love/hate relationship onto something better than this.
"It's not a sudden interest. What's it going to take," I asked her. I quickly raked my fingers through my hair in frustration. My eyes blazed directly into her line of vision. "To let you know that if I said those words, it wouldn't be some line but something that I really feel for you?"
What's it going to take to let you know that if I said those words, it wouldn't be some line but something that I really feel for you?" I shook my head ruefully. The words were vibrating in my head.
What's it going to take to let you know that if I said those words, it wouldn't be some line but something that I really feel for you?" Her expression to that rushed question would forever be remembered in my mind.
What's it going to take to let you know that if I said those words, it wouldn't be some line but something that I really feel for you?" What would it take? I wondered to myself. What would it take to get that girl to stop hating me, stop doubting me, and start...forgiving me?
One of the things she told me was, "I really don't trust you. Just leave me alone." Then she dismissed me and this whole situation as irrelevant. Why is it that whenever we seemed to take a step forward we almost always, always, took a few steps back?
For a second I just stood there, truck dumb as she dashed away. Then I came to my senses and went after her. Finally when she decided me trailing after her was getting old she spun around with her long hair taking a few seconds to catch up with the rest of her body.
She didn't want to hear what I had to say and when I asked her why and what she was so afraid of she told me, "I'm not afraid of a single thing! Just do as I say and leave me alone. What are you deaf? Just do it!" After that she ran off toward the double doors to escape me and head back to the party.
I thought grimly to myself that, that just wasn't going to happen. She suddenly stopped. She knew that I was right there and behind her. I felt a little hope. That flame was quickly extinguished.
"This whole scenario of you teasing me about basically everything about me isn't as cute as it once was. It never was cute but you could never see that can you?"
"Serena-" I started to talk and explain myself. I'd immediately felt bad.
"No. Listen to me." She surprised me by showing some assertiveness and interrupting me. "Well actually...I guess I shouldn't really be surprised by that anymore.
She turned around and faced me. For a second she was silent and searching my face for something. What it was exactly I don't know. She sat down and I sat beside her. I looked over at her.
Her eyes were closed and then she spoke, "It was never funny although you seemed to think it was hysterical. You hurt me a lot back then and you thought it was funny." It's funny how we just sat down and there she is after that last line getting up and walking away.
"I'm sorry." I called out. I'm sorry? Mentally I was berating myself. Being sorry hasn't gotten me anywhere or made things any easier between Serena and I. Would those two words change anything now?
"See," She began as she paused in her saucy step, "Sorry doesn't quite cut it."
I should have known.
"Listen to me carefully." She said with anger laced in those three words.
"You hurt me."
I guess so and I'm sorry.
"I can't forgive that."
I wish you would. I really wish you would.
I thought she was going to end her tirade right then and there but she didn't.
"You took me when I was at my most vulnerable about everything in my life and turned it into this hysterical joke. It was toward your benefit and my destruction."
My benefit? And her destruction? Destruction? Didn't she think that sentiment was a little harsh? Or was I just getting some pay back for seeming just as harsh and worse in my words and actions toward her way back when?
"How can I forgive that?" Serena asked me. I had a feeling I shouldn't even try to answer. "Tell me." She said in a softer tone.
Encouraged by her voice that didn't seem to be quite so angry and bitter anymore I opened my mouth to speak. She raised one hand, shook her head and basically said that she didn't even want to hear it. She told me not to bother and that she had to go. That hurt.
When she turned to leave again I panicked. Something in my voice must have made her listen to me telling her to stop because she actually did but turned around with impatience. The girl seemed to have no patience anymore. At least not with me. Not to try and say that she ever did but...She cut me off with "Serena I-" and didn't even give me a chance before snapping out, "You what?" then said, "Wait let me guess!" She continued a but sarcastically, "You've just realized what a huge mistake you've just made? Is that it?"
"No actually I don't think it was a mistake at all." I said blinking in surprise. The recent turn of conversation was mind boggling. How did we even get to the topic of, 'The Kiss'?
"Oh really?" She said doubtfully with a even more dubious stare, "And why is that?"
Why is that? Why is that? "You don't get it do you?" I asked her curiously.
"Obviously not." She said. She lifted her eyes till they met mine and said, "You tell me."
For one of the first times in the entire time I'd known her she seemed like she was really going to listen. Not interrupt and start calling me names like she was prone to do. Although to be fair I usually through them right back at her. And then some.
"Okay, I-" I was relieved. Finally, a chance and opportunity to make things right! She was looking at me intently although I couldn't really read the expression that was on her face.
Then suddenly we were interrupted by another voice, "Serena! I'm so glad I found you! You have got to come with me."
She looked at me as if to ask a silent, 'Why?' then looked away from me toward her friend and asked, "What's going on?"
"Come on!" Her friend cried. Oh it was only Molly. Didn't recognize her for a second...
She smiled a little and told me, "On second thought. Tell me later." Before reaching up a little with one hand pressed lightly on the back of my neck and giving me a light kiss on the cheek.
Damn that Molly because soon after that they both left without another backwards glance.
A few minutes later I straightened up and started walking back into the party. Serena and I had always had the kind of relationship that either made us love each other or purely hate each other. I don't like to admit it even to myself but I'm very sure that she hated me from way back when. Andrew would be the one to point out that she still does but that's really just a irrelevant fact.
Yes it's really just an irrelevant fact and this is part of the reason why.
We shared the most searing, soul searching kiss and that has to count for something. I may have kissed her first but she surely was kissing me back. I still can feel the soft feelings that overcame when her moist lips brushed over mine and when we practically took the whole kissing thing to an entire new level. At first she was trying to pull away and while I being the perfect gentleman. If I mentioned that bit to Andrew he's laugh in my face. He has actually. Over what? What else...Serena.
She was trying to pull away and push me away but I wasn't even having it. I wanted her. Just wanted a little taste of what she had to offer. Except like a really good piece of cake you can't have just one bite, know of the sweetness that's there and expect to be satisfied. It wasn't against her will. It was almost like she resigned, gave in, after a few seconds where in my body language I made it clear that I wasn't about to let her go. Not now. Not ever. Where did that come from? Something about the moonlit sky must be affecting me. Or maybe I'm just finally coming to my senses.
In My Face
by
Alyson Grant
Chapter Thirteen:
Darien's POV-
With ever growing dark blue eyes that swirled with confusion I watched as Serena walked away from me. It was hard to remember exactly what happened to bring us to this point. It all happened so fast. Or was it really just time that was slowly, slowing down?
She avoided me the entire night. She managed to evade my every movement toward her. Andrew only too gleefully didn't mind reminding me of the many reasons why. So after she danced it up with almost all the guys and started heading out back I decided to go after her. I spotted a few people though as I was going toward one of the exits. A few dances later I found myself standing over her as she slept.
Her eyes fluttered open. Widened. They showed mild shock a little surprise when she recognized who it was exactly that was standing above her. Then she scowled and asked me what I was doing there. All I did was give her a simple answer and she just had to feel the need to give me some well placed attitude and a look of extreme irritation she'd probably practiced until perfection.
In fact when I really take the time to think about it, she had. On me.
I felt disturbed and believe it or not- a little hurt. My friends would have a good laugh if I ever mentioned in conversation that I felt hurt because some girl obviously didn't feel like giving me the time of day - or night as the case may be.
I was curious though and just had to ask, "Serena what's your problem?"
With her eyes narrowed like that and a slight frown on her face she did not look too pleased. When the words, "What do you mean what's my problem?" I knew that she wasn't pleased for a fact. Figures.
Then I just had to put my foot in my mouth with a statement like, "You've been acting so weird." Her temper flared and she took personal offense to what I had said. Her next words were slightly bitter and almost resentful. A few seconds later I asked about our friendship, or the obvious lack thereof. A few seconds after that it seemed like we were really making some headway but then, "I want for you to leave me alone! What's with everyone tonight? Can't I be left alone for one second? Or is that too much to ask for?" came out. Can't I do anything right?
I asked her, "What's your problem?" and she said that she didn't have a problem that I should be concerned about and even if she did, did I honestly think she would tell me? I shrugged my shoulders and simply said, "I don't see why not."
She made a sarcastic comment and I responded in turn with a question about trust.
"You don't trust me do you?"
Serena said, "It doesn't matter if I trust you or not. What does that have to do with anything?"
"Everything." I responded. "It has absolutely everything to do with us."
"There is no 'us'. There never was a 'us'. And there will never be a 'us'. So get it off your mind!" Ouch. That hurts.
Something about the way she looked at me. Maybe it was the way her hair was shining in the moonlight. Maybe it was the way the sparks of irritation rose in her eyes and made her look even more intense then usual in that dress...
"Too late." I said in a low voice just before I hesitated for a scant second and kissed her gently. I wasn't planning on kissing her. I wouldn't lie and said that when I was looking down at her lounging in the chair by the pool sleeping that it hadn't crossed my mind but that truly wasn't any of my intentions. I just wanted to talk to her. Seeing as how she was determined to avoid me and her silly teenage cronies were just as determined to 'protect' her, seeing her there lying on the chair in the semi darkness, alone so to speak, was something unexpected.
(Molly spilled to Andrew and he told me all about the girls plan to avoid me. He found it hilarious. I found it in one short and sweet word...annoying.)
About three seconds into the kiss she started to push me off. But like one sip of good wine, one taste and I was gone on the feeling. I had held her soft hands in mine feeling them fold beneath my own. Then her hands slipped from my fingers and wove around my back. When we stopped I looked her in the eyes and saw almost a mirror image reflected back in her blues.
Then she took a step backwards from me. She looked horrified by what had just occurred. Silent questions were flitting across her face and asking me a few tiny queries. I smiled at her and asked something I really wanted to know the answer to, "Still don't trust me?"
She shot me down with, "What makes you think I'm going to trust you after just one kiss?"
I didn't really have a answer to that but when I moved a little closer to her and brushed a few fingers against her soft cheek I didn't really want to speak. Why? Because what I was feeling almost had no words to explain with.
"Why not, was it bad?"
"No." She said almost despite herself with a familiar smile playing slightly on her lips.
"Good."
"Ohh you idiot. That's not wasn't what I meant and you know it. I hate you!"
I wondered how many ways could she possibly mean it but while I truly wanted to rile her and watch her blue eyes sparkle with ire by asking, didn't dare say anything. to that effect. "No you don't." I said calmly.
She asked me what made me so sure about what she felt. All I said was that maybe it was the fact that she was as transparent as glass and she got visibly upset. I wouldn't have been surprised if she had raised a hand to slap me. I also said that she didn't dislike the kiss or even hate me. I thought I was speaking the plain and simple truth when I said that she just hated her reaction. Needless to say, I guess she didn't like my little analysis. Odd. I thought it was rather perceptive...
"How dare you! You don't know me..." Were just a few angry words that slipped out of her lips.
When she finished her little tirade, (most of which I paid no mind to) I wordlessly looked at her and then slowly brushed a finger against her soft cheek. For some reason I just wanted her to...I don't know. Relax and loosen up with me. I wanted to know more about her, or at least a bit more than I already knew. I wanted her guard down like the way it just had to be when she was giving her all in her kisses to me.
I wanted her golden gates to be lowered to me preeminently but if she didn't trust me there was no way that was going to be happening anytime soon. Or ever. "You are so different then you were before." I said to her in a whisper. I could feel her pulse race. That's how close I was to her. She was breathing a little unevenly and looked up at me but didn't move away. She looked almost...afraid.
Then she was back to normal in a split second with almost snide remarks like, "That's nice. Thanks for telling me what I already know."
I felt disappointed. Inside I was groaning and sighing all over the place and of all the things I might have said what came out of my lips was this, "Must you always be so hard to talk to?"
"Must you always try to talk to me?" She emphasized the word 'try' and continued with a swift roll of the eyes, "It's obvious that I don't want to talk to you."
"Oh really? I was doubting that so called fact a few seconds ago."
"I don't know what happened or why you kissed me but lets forget about it." She said quickly.
"I can't do that."
"Yeah? Well I can." She told me. Didn't she realize that what she was trying to tell me was a lie? Didn't she?
"No you can't."
"I've told you before and I guess I'll tell you again, you don't know me. Don't presume to think what I will and will not do. You don't know me and you don't understand me. It's pointless to try."
"It's not pointless because I want to get to know you. I want you trust me and I don't even know why you won't. What have I ever done to you really?"
"You want to know why I don't trust you?" She asked me with a sudden quick rush of anger. Her voice was rising higher and higher.
"Yeah I do." In contrast to hers mine was low but steady and even. Did I want to know? No, not really but...why not learn a little something anyway?
"It's statements like that, that make me doubt you even more."
"Why? It's the truth."
"No Darien, it's not. I don't know what to call it but it's not."
I felt frozen as one of my worst nightmares came roaring to life and leaping forward ever more forward into my reality. I didn't want to be here anymore but I had to face this right? Andrew was right. Serena had every right and every reason to not want to be within six feet of the likes of me. No actually she said five right? I knew it. I just tried my best not to accept it.
I looked down at the girl who may have grown since I'd last seen her back when she was in the eighth grade but was still a few visible inches shorter then I was. "You never wanted to get to know me before so why the sudden interest now?"
I winced. Is that what she thought? Of course that's what she thought. Why? Well had I ever tried my hardest to make her think otherwise when I had the chance?
"You can't possibly like me." But I do.
"You never have and never will so don't even try to give me that old line." That's not true and it's not some line. I think your worth much more that some lines. I just wish I knew you better. I want to but still don't know how I can be forgiven for past mistakes and move our love/hate relationship onto something better than this.
"It's not a sudden interest. What's it going to take," I asked her. I quickly raked my fingers through my hair in frustration. My eyes blazed directly into her line of vision. "To let you know that if I said those words, it wouldn't be some line but something that I really feel for you?"
What's it going to take to let you know that if I said those words, it wouldn't be some line but something that I really feel for you?" I shook my head ruefully. The words were vibrating in my head.
What's it going to take to let you know that if I said those words, it wouldn't be some line but something that I really feel for you?" Her expression to that rushed question would forever be remembered in my mind.
What's it going to take to let you know that if I said those words, it wouldn't be some line but something that I really feel for you?" What would it take? I wondered to myself. What would it take to get that girl to stop hating me, stop doubting me, and start...forgiving me?
One of the things she told me was, "I really don't trust you. Just leave me alone." Then she dismissed me and this whole situation as irrelevant. Why is it that whenever we seemed to take a step forward we almost always, always, took a few steps back?
For a second I just stood there, truck dumb as she dashed away. Then I came to my senses and went after her. Finally when she decided me trailing after her was getting old she spun around with her long hair taking a few seconds to catch up with the rest of her body.
She didn't want to hear what I had to say and when I asked her why and what she was so afraid of she told me, "I'm not afraid of a single thing! Just do as I say and leave me alone. What are you deaf? Just do it!" After that she ran off toward the double doors to escape me and head back to the party.
I thought grimly to myself that, that just wasn't going to happen. She suddenly stopped. She knew that I was right there and behind her. I felt a little hope. That flame was quickly extinguished.
"This whole scenario of you teasing me about basically everything about me isn't as cute as it once was. It never was cute but you could never see that can you?"
"Serena-" I started to talk and explain myself. I'd immediately felt bad.
"No. Listen to me." She surprised me by showing some assertiveness and interrupting me. "Well actually...I guess I shouldn't really be surprised by that anymore.
She turned around and faced me. For a second she was silent and searching my face for something. What it was exactly I don't know. She sat down and I sat beside her. I looked over at her.
Her eyes were closed and then she spoke, "It was never funny although you seemed to think it was hysterical. You hurt me a lot back then and you thought it was funny." It's funny how we just sat down and there she is after that last line getting up and walking away.
"I'm sorry." I called out. I'm sorry? Mentally I was berating myself. Being sorry hasn't gotten me anywhere or made things any easier between Serena and I. Would those two words change anything now?
"See," She began as she paused in her saucy step, "Sorry doesn't quite cut it."
I should have known.
"Listen to me carefully." She said with anger laced in those three words.
"You hurt me."
I guess so and I'm sorry.
"I can't forgive that."
I wish you would. I really wish you would.
I thought she was going to end her tirade right then and there but she didn't.
"You took me when I was at my most vulnerable about everything in my life and turned it into this hysterical joke. It was toward your benefit and my destruction."
My benefit? And her destruction? Destruction? Didn't she think that sentiment was a little harsh? Or was I just getting some pay back for seeming just as harsh and worse in my words and actions toward her way back when?
"How can I forgive that?" Serena asked me. I had a feeling I shouldn't even try to answer. "Tell me." She said in a softer tone.
Encouraged by her voice that didn't seem to be quite so angry and bitter anymore I opened my mouth to speak. She raised one hand, shook her head and basically said that she didn't even want to hear it. She told me not to bother and that she had to go. That hurt.
When she turned to leave again I panicked. Something in my voice must have made her listen to me telling her to stop because she actually did but turned around with impatience. The girl seemed to have no patience anymore. At least not with me. Not to try and say that she ever did but...She cut me off with "Serena I-" and didn't even give me a chance before snapping out, "You what?" then said, "Wait let me guess!" She continued a but sarcastically, "You've just realized what a huge mistake you've just made? Is that it?"
"No actually I don't think it was a mistake at all." I said blinking in surprise. The recent turn of conversation was mind boggling. How did we even get to the topic of, 'The Kiss'?
"Oh really?" She said doubtfully with a even more dubious stare, "And why is that?"
Why is that? Why is that? "You don't get it do you?" I asked her curiously.
"Obviously not." She said. She lifted her eyes till they met mine and said, "You tell me."
For one of the first times in the entire time I'd known her she seemed like she was really going to listen. Not interrupt and start calling me names like she was prone to do. Although to be fair I usually through them right back at her. And then some.
"Okay, I-" I was relieved. Finally, a chance and opportunity to make things right! She was looking at me intently although I couldn't really read the expression that was on her face.
Then suddenly we were interrupted by another voice, "Serena! I'm so glad I found you! You have got to come with me."
She looked at me as if to ask a silent, 'Why?' then looked away from me toward her friend and asked, "What's going on?"
"Come on!" Her friend cried. Oh it was only Molly. Didn't recognize her for a second...
She smiled a little and told me, "On second thought. Tell me later." Before reaching up a little with one hand pressed lightly on the back of my neck and giving me a light kiss on the cheek.
Damn that Molly because soon after that they both left without another backwards glance.
A few minutes later I straightened up and started walking back into the party. Serena and I had always had the kind of relationship that either made us love each other or purely hate each other. I don't like to admit it even to myself but I'm very sure that she hated me from way back when. Andrew would be the one to point out that she still does but that's really just a irrelevant fact.
Yes it's really just an irrelevant fact and this is part of the reason why.
We shared the most searing, soul searching kiss and that has to count for something. I may have kissed her first but she surely was kissing me back. I still can feel the soft feelings that overcame when her moist lips brushed over mine and when we practically took the whole kissing thing to an entire new level. At first she was trying to pull away and while I being the perfect gentleman. If I mentioned that bit to Andrew he's laugh in my face. He has actually. Over what? What else...Serena.
She was trying to pull away and push me away but I wasn't even having it. I wanted her. Just wanted a little taste of what she had to offer. Except like a really good piece of cake you can't have just one bite, know of the sweetness that's there and expect to be satisfied. It wasn't against her will. It was almost like she resigned, gave in, after a few seconds where in my body language I made it clear that I wasn't about to let her go. Not now. Not ever. Where did that come from? Something about the moonlit sky must be affecting me. Or maybe I'm just finally coming to my senses.