Here's chapter two – enjoy! And I'm still looking for a title..
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All those eyes, all staring at her. Mouths dropped open in shock, and a silence which seemed to crush her. She couldn't breathe, her heart was beating so fast against her ribcage. And her words, echoing through out the silence.
"Get off my boyfriend!"
It was raining. It was suitable.
She let out a shaky breath, trying to will herself away. The faces were imprinted on her mind. They were faces of her friends, a former lover, a current lover, and a girl she hardly knew. It was all too much. Too much to be happening at one time.
She had ran. Light had flickered in front of her eyes, making her light headed, he heart pleading for release, her lungs screaming for air. And she'd ran. But the faces were still there, the eyes were still staring at her. His eyes had been the worst.
They thought him incapable of emotion, but she new better. Shock, hurt, fear, disbelief.. and worse, understanding. It had scared her. What was there to understand? How could he understand something she couldn't? This was the uttermost betrayal. This was the worst thing she could have done to him. And yet, she had done it.
Why? She didn't know. She had seen them together, and the world had stopped turning. Blonde, blue eyed, perfect body, perfect smile. Suddenly, the girl from California had embodied every one. Every girl he had ever kissed behind her back, every girl he'd looked at twice while she was standing right in front of him, every girl that he had, unceremoniously called, nailed.
It had been with her all the time – this huge black cloud, the knowledge that even though he was 'hers' he had still belonged to others as well. Her friends hadn't noticed, Steven hadn't made her talk. And as she saw him with the embodiment of all the sluts, his sluts, she had been transported. Transported back to when she found out about Eric's sister, Pam Macy, the girl on her cheerleading squad.. and she did what she should have done then – defended what was hers.
But it was too late. She had moved on, he wasn't hers any more, and she wasn't his. But the black cloud was still there, and ignoring the feelings of others she did what she should have done times passed. And then the black cloud was gone. But instead there were eyes staring back at her. Their eyes and his eyes. And while she knew, deep in her heart, that what she had just said held no importance, that it was merely something that had to be said, he didn't. And then she'd run.
There was a puddle forming under her. Raindrops, or maybe tears, was slowly filling it. Was it fate that she be with Michael Kelso? Was her fate to be unhappy, to live in a dream world, thinking her other half was faithful but knowing otherwise? She had seen a different future with Steven. Perhaps she wouldn't be successful or well off, but she'd be happy. And, he had taught her that that was what really mattered after all.
The eyes were gone. Only one pair remained. Perhaps it was worse. Blue staring back at her, understanding. Understanding? There was nothing to be understood. Not from him. Had she seen determination in those eyes, defiance, she would have hope. But she saw understanding and compliance. Resignation. And with that she knew that she had made the biggest mistake of her life, and that there was no way to undo it.
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