Chapter Five
I slammed my tray down on the cafeteria table, and glared at Neal.
"Eat your veggies," I growled. I picked up my fork and began jamming salad into my mouth. Owen tromped over to our table, dragging Amelia with him. He smiled at me.
"Sorry 'bout yesterday, Kel. I mean, you *were* gonna have to break it off sometime, and I just helped you along the way!" Amelia sighed heavily.
"*Must* we sit here, my sweet," Owen glared at her.
"These are my friends! I thought you were a jolly girl but-" Amelia rolled her eyes.
"Oh, fine." She sat down. I shook my head.
"I'm not upset about that, Owen. My mother thinks I'm engaged! And now, she insists on planning the wedding for us." Neal laughed.
"Don't laugh at her," Yuki scolded. "What if you were in this position?" Neal thought about for a second. "Oh, never mind!" I looked out across the cafeteria and saw Cleon flirting with some girl. I sighed. This would take getting used to.
"Mom, please! I'm NOT getting married, for the last time!" My momther clucked and shook her head as she rolled up the measuring tape.
"You're just in denial that someone would actually want to marry you! I don't understand why, though, you're a wonderful girl!" I groaned.
"You don't understand! It was just--just a mistake! All Neal's fault, really, he just had to go and open his-"
"I understand the need for secrecy when it comes to those you love! Too bad for Cleon, though, I liked him." I closed my eyes. Maybe if I talked to Dom-I smiled-then I could explain that I wasn't going to play pretend for him any longer. Even if he was "head over heels", as Neal had said.
I knocked on the door a fourth time.
"Dom, open up!" I covered my mouth after that, for yelling so loud, since the other residents of the apartment building were probably wondering what drug addict Dom had to pay this time. The door flew open, interrupting my thoughts. Dom looked up and grinned at me.
"Kel! What a pleasant surprise! Don't come in, the place is a mess, I haven't had time to clean cause of my roomate and his girlfriend, they were supposed to be out of here by seven, and oh God, the food's burning!" He turned and ran off. I heard a colorful string of cursing from the kitchen, and then he emerged.
"Do you like burnt chicken?"
Dom sat there, laughing his head off.
"I fail to see what's so funny!" I cried. I had just told him about me punching Cleon.
"I'm sorry Kel, I just couldn't imagine *you* punching anyone! Especially Cleon!" He started to laugh again, I stood up and walked to where he sat on the faded blue couch. He patted the spot next to him.
"Sit." I sat. We kind of just sat there for a minute or two, staring at the TV. It was that stupid ATT commercial with Carrothead. We watched Baywatch after that, and I'm not sure that was such a good idea, becuase that show always puts me too sleep. Literally. So when it was over, Dom shook me awake. I opened my eyes and he was standing there, those lovely blue eyes (they matched his Maxima, now that I thought about it) and he leaned down and kissed. A part of my brain was like, Finally! and the other part was, Why are they always catching by surprise? Can't they at least warn me when their going to kiss me? He stood up and pulled me up with him.
"I've always wanted to do that," he commented.
"So I've heard. What's this about you being head over heels for me?" I smiled as Dom turned bright red. Nice contrast with those eyes, and that smile.
"Who told you that?" I shrugged.
"Same person who got us into this mess in the first place!" Dom's eyes widened.
"That little bastard, I'm gonna kick his ass and then he'll-" I kissed him back. I winked at him, then opened the door behind me and left. Only when I got to my board did I realize: Did I just wink at him???
I slammed my tray down on the cafeteria table, and glared at Neal.
"Eat your veggies," I growled. I picked up my fork and began jamming salad into my mouth. Owen tromped over to our table, dragging Amelia with him. He smiled at me.
"Sorry 'bout yesterday, Kel. I mean, you *were* gonna have to break it off sometime, and I just helped you along the way!" Amelia sighed heavily.
"*Must* we sit here, my sweet," Owen glared at her.
"These are my friends! I thought you were a jolly girl but-" Amelia rolled her eyes.
"Oh, fine." She sat down. I shook my head.
"I'm not upset about that, Owen. My mother thinks I'm engaged! And now, she insists on planning the wedding for us." Neal laughed.
"Don't laugh at her," Yuki scolded. "What if you were in this position?" Neal thought about for a second. "Oh, never mind!" I looked out across the cafeteria and saw Cleon flirting with some girl. I sighed. This would take getting used to.
"Mom, please! I'm NOT getting married, for the last time!" My momther clucked and shook her head as she rolled up the measuring tape.
"You're just in denial that someone would actually want to marry you! I don't understand why, though, you're a wonderful girl!" I groaned.
"You don't understand! It was just--just a mistake! All Neal's fault, really, he just had to go and open his-"
"I understand the need for secrecy when it comes to those you love! Too bad for Cleon, though, I liked him." I closed my eyes. Maybe if I talked to Dom-I smiled-then I could explain that I wasn't going to play pretend for him any longer. Even if he was "head over heels", as Neal had said.
I knocked on the door a fourth time.
"Dom, open up!" I covered my mouth after that, for yelling so loud, since the other residents of the apartment building were probably wondering what drug addict Dom had to pay this time. The door flew open, interrupting my thoughts. Dom looked up and grinned at me.
"Kel! What a pleasant surprise! Don't come in, the place is a mess, I haven't had time to clean cause of my roomate and his girlfriend, they were supposed to be out of here by seven, and oh God, the food's burning!" He turned and ran off. I heard a colorful string of cursing from the kitchen, and then he emerged.
"Do you like burnt chicken?"
Dom sat there, laughing his head off.
"I fail to see what's so funny!" I cried. I had just told him about me punching Cleon.
"I'm sorry Kel, I just couldn't imagine *you* punching anyone! Especially Cleon!" He started to laugh again, I stood up and walked to where he sat on the faded blue couch. He patted the spot next to him.
"Sit." I sat. We kind of just sat there for a minute or two, staring at the TV. It was that stupid ATT commercial with Carrothead. We watched Baywatch after that, and I'm not sure that was such a good idea, becuase that show always puts me too sleep. Literally. So when it was over, Dom shook me awake. I opened my eyes and he was standing there, those lovely blue eyes (they matched his Maxima, now that I thought about it) and he leaned down and kissed. A part of my brain was like, Finally! and the other part was, Why are they always catching by surprise? Can't they at least warn me when their going to kiss me? He stood up and pulled me up with him.
"I've always wanted to do that," he commented.
"So I've heard. What's this about you being head over heels for me?" I smiled as Dom turned bright red. Nice contrast with those eyes, and that smile.
"Who told you that?" I shrugged.
"Same person who got us into this mess in the first place!" Dom's eyes widened.
"That little bastard, I'm gonna kick his ass and then he'll-" I kissed him back. I winked at him, then opened the door behind me and left. Only when I got to my board did I realize: Did I just wink at him???