Chapter 11:
{a/n: thanks to chelsea and cry me a river for reviewing so much. and thanks to the
other reviewers too. u guys make me keep writing!}
Much in the same way Whitney Russell entered my life, so did she leave. Walked
away. Leaving me reeling about her.
I watched her walk away from me, helpless. She had no choice but to go back to her
parents. But for my sake, as well as hers, I was hoping that she would stand firm on her desire
to sing. I just hoped she didn't yield to her father's wishes for her to play tennis.
~*~ A week later ~*~
I hadn't seen Whitney for a week now. I missed her. She had stopped coming to the
Book Cafe. I didn't see her around town either.
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"Whitney, what are you doing?" Theresa demanded, as she spotted her best friend,
dressed in tennis whites, just finishing up a practice at the Harmony Youth Center's tennis
courts, where her older brother, Luis, volunteered.
"What does it look like I'm doing, Theresa?!" Whitney answered angrily. "I'm playing
TENNIS!" She smacked the ball away intensely with her racket. Tears began to form at her
eyes. She didn't want to do this. She was beginning to hate it. Once something better comes
along, the previous thing does not seem as desirable as before, and such was the case with
Whitney, tennis and singing.
"Ohh, Whit!" Theresa exclaimed gently. She gave her best friend a hug. "Cheer up.
Come on, let's go to the Book Cafe."
"No," Whitney responded to Theresa's suggestion. "Chad's working there and I -" her
voice trailed off.
"You need to talk to him, Whitney!" Theresa pressed.
"I know, but.... I don't know if I can. He's gonna be just as upset as I am."
"He cares about you. Come on, Whit, I'm not taking no for an answer!"
Whitney knew that when Theresa said that, she meant it. She agreed reluctantly.
They walked over to the Book Cafe.
Theresa quickly ordered a drink and went to book-search. She left Whitney there all
by herself. Luckily for her, she didn't spot Chad yet.
She went to sit in a far corner of the cafe. She adjusted her chair to face the window to
see what was happening outside.
"Excuse me, miss, can I get you something?" came a voice. Whitney turned around to
see Chad staring at her.
"Whitney!" he exclaimed. He had really missed her. He smiled.
"Chad!" she answered in the same tone, standing up and rushing into his arms. She
was glad he wasn't mad. She had really missed him this past week. She began to cry right
there in his arms. This past week had been a torture for her.
"What's wrong?" he asked tenderly, raising her chin so she'd look at him.
"They made me go back, Chad!" she sobbed. "They made me return to the tennis. I
hate it! It's killing me. And worse, they won't let me see you at all!"
Chad sighed dejectedly. He knew this was going to happen. Her father was pretty
stubborn and her mother was standing firm in making sure that Whitney did not sing and make
the same mistakes she did.
He gave her a hug and they just stood there like that in each other's arms, being
comforted.
"Hey, Romeo!" shouted the manager, Beth Wallace. "Get back to work."
Chad and Whitney laughed. It was the first time they had laughed in the past seven
days.
"I should go back," he said reluctantly. "Meet me tonight," his eyes locked into hers,
and it was as if she was in a trance. There was no way she could say no.
"Where?" she asked, getting excited at the thought.
"Here. After hours. Around ten p.m. Do you think you can?"
Whitney nodded. She knew it was going to be hard to leave late at night, especially
from her strict parents, but she was determined to do it. Determination was her key - it
brought her success. She would make sure their rendezvous would take place tonight.
"I'll be there. Here." she laughed.
"I'll see you then," he said, giving her a soft kiss on the lips.
"See you," she whispered back slowly.
{a/n: is whitney gonna be able to meet chad tonight? and if so what will happen? hint
hint! the only way to find out is if u keep reading (and reviewing) lol.}
{a/n: thanks to chelsea and cry me a river for reviewing so much. and thanks to the
other reviewers too. u guys make me keep writing!}
Much in the same way Whitney Russell entered my life, so did she leave. Walked
away. Leaving me reeling about her.
I watched her walk away from me, helpless. She had no choice but to go back to her
parents. But for my sake, as well as hers, I was hoping that she would stand firm on her desire
to sing. I just hoped she didn't yield to her father's wishes for her to play tennis.
~*~ A week later ~*~
I hadn't seen Whitney for a week now. I missed her. She had stopped coming to the
Book Cafe. I didn't see her around town either.
____________________________________________________________________________
"Whitney, what are you doing?" Theresa demanded, as she spotted her best friend,
dressed in tennis whites, just finishing up a practice at the Harmony Youth Center's tennis
courts, where her older brother, Luis, volunteered.
"What does it look like I'm doing, Theresa?!" Whitney answered angrily. "I'm playing
TENNIS!" She smacked the ball away intensely with her racket. Tears began to form at her
eyes. She didn't want to do this. She was beginning to hate it. Once something better comes
along, the previous thing does not seem as desirable as before, and such was the case with
Whitney, tennis and singing.
"Ohh, Whit!" Theresa exclaimed gently. She gave her best friend a hug. "Cheer up.
Come on, let's go to the Book Cafe."
"No," Whitney responded to Theresa's suggestion. "Chad's working there and I -" her
voice trailed off.
"You need to talk to him, Whitney!" Theresa pressed.
"I know, but.... I don't know if I can. He's gonna be just as upset as I am."
"He cares about you. Come on, Whit, I'm not taking no for an answer!"
Whitney knew that when Theresa said that, she meant it. She agreed reluctantly.
They walked over to the Book Cafe.
Theresa quickly ordered a drink and went to book-search. She left Whitney there all
by herself. Luckily for her, she didn't spot Chad yet.
She went to sit in a far corner of the cafe. She adjusted her chair to face the window to
see what was happening outside.
"Excuse me, miss, can I get you something?" came a voice. Whitney turned around to
see Chad staring at her.
"Whitney!" he exclaimed. He had really missed her. He smiled.
"Chad!" she answered in the same tone, standing up and rushing into his arms. She
was glad he wasn't mad. She had really missed him this past week. She began to cry right
there in his arms. This past week had been a torture for her.
"What's wrong?" he asked tenderly, raising her chin so she'd look at him.
"They made me go back, Chad!" she sobbed. "They made me return to the tennis. I
hate it! It's killing me. And worse, they won't let me see you at all!"
Chad sighed dejectedly. He knew this was going to happen. Her father was pretty
stubborn and her mother was standing firm in making sure that Whitney did not sing and make
the same mistakes she did.
He gave her a hug and they just stood there like that in each other's arms, being
comforted.
"Hey, Romeo!" shouted the manager, Beth Wallace. "Get back to work."
Chad and Whitney laughed. It was the first time they had laughed in the past seven
days.
"I should go back," he said reluctantly. "Meet me tonight," his eyes locked into hers,
and it was as if she was in a trance. There was no way she could say no.
"Where?" she asked, getting excited at the thought.
"Here. After hours. Around ten p.m. Do you think you can?"
Whitney nodded. She knew it was going to be hard to leave late at night, especially
from her strict parents, but she was determined to do it. Determination was her key - it
brought her success. She would make sure their rendezvous would take place tonight.
"I'll be there. Here." she laughed.
"I'll see you then," he said, giving her a soft kiss on the lips.
"See you," she whispered back slowly.
{a/n: is whitney gonna be able to meet chad tonight? and if so what will happen? hint
hint! the only way to find out is if u keep reading (and reviewing) lol.}