Chapter 4
Fox knew that he had to go after Theresa or he would regret it in the future, he ran up to catch to her but he stopped in the middle of the street.
"What am I doing? I love Whitney, shouldn't I be going after her instead of Theresa?" he was confused, but his conscience told him he had to talk with Theresa first. He eyed the busy streets and didn't see her anywhere.
"Geez, how does she run so fast in those shoes" he shook his head and continued to run hoping to catch up to her.
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Theresa sped through the street bumping into everyone without apologizing; she was too busy replaying the moment when she saw Fox and Whitney kiss. Tears were flowing down her face like a river.
"And to think that maybe I had a chance with Fox."
To be honest, seeing Fox and Whitney sharing an intimate kiss hurt more then the time Ethan left her for Gwen. Theresa stopped running, at first she thought that Fox would be running after her, calling her name. She turned away slowly hoping he would be there, but he wasn't. She quickly wiped the tears from her face and told herself to be strong, but she knew she wouldn't succeed.
She tried to erase that horrible memory of the kiss but it seemed to be stamped there forever, she tried to run as fast as she could back to the mansion but on the way tripped on a rock and went sprawling onto the pavement. Her hand was scratched badly and her legs had scabs. When you looked at it, you would flinch and knew it must've hurt but at the moment, she wasn't feeling anything at all. Nothing would compare to the pain in her heart. She picked herself up and decided to walk the rest of the way back while limping.
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She arrived to the mansion and made her way up to her room and closed the door. She went to the bathroom to treat her injuries. Now her hand began to hurt, she opened the cupboards and got ointment and bandages. It was difficult though, she couldn't do anything with just one hand. She kept fumbling and dropping everything until she just collapsed onto the cold tiled floor.
"It's no use," she sobbed and threw everything against the wall. She curled up into a ball, feeling very insecure.
"Here, let me help." A gentle voice said to her.
Fox.
He took her hand but her head shot up and snatched it away.
"What are you doing here?" she said coldly.
It was as if he didn't hear her say that and gently took her hand again.
"Let me bandage it for you."
"Get out."
Fox looked at her sternly and Theresa knew that he wouldn't change his mind; she let him take care of her hand and scabs. He was so close to her, she just wanted to kiss him. But it wouldn't be right. He finished and she stood up.
"Thank you" she mumbled while looking at the floor. She sat down on her bed wishing that he would just go away. 5 minutes passed and he still hadn't left, he was just standing there.
"May I help you?" she finally said.
Fox sat down on her bed beside her.
"We need to talk."
"What about?" but she did know.
"The kiss that happened between Whitney and me."
"I'm still trying to erase that from my memory." She said looking out the window.
"I didn't know that she would be there.she was crying and I was trying to comfort her.and.it just happened"
"Fox! It just happened? You know she has a boyfriend that loves her deeply and Chad thinks you're his friend, and once when he's gone, you go after his girl, what do you think he's going to say when he finds out?"
Fox became alert.
"Theresa, don't tell me you're going to retell this incident to Chad," he pleaded "Whitney has nothing to do with this, I don't want things to get bad between Chad and her, if you do tell him, tell him it's my fault. Whitney doesn't deserve to be hurt."
Suddenly things became clear for Theresa, she remembered the flowers and the 'i' on the card, all the times she had seen Fox taking glances at Whitney and when he comforted her.
"You're in love with Whitney aren't you.?" It was difficult for her to say those words.
Fox sighed; he would have to tell her eventually so what was the difference if he told her now?
"Yes Theresa, I'm in love with Whitney."
She didn't say anything, Theresa just felt her world shatter in two.
"Theresa? Theresa?" Fox waved his hand to get her attention
"What?" she turned away from his because her tears were threatening to fall but she wouldn't let them, she would be strong. She turned back to him.
"Whitney? You're never going to get anywhere with her, she loves Chad and only him, I wont let you break them up"
"You think I haven't thought of those things before?No need to discourage me. But just watch, in the end Whitney will be mine."
"No, they belong together, you can't do that to them, they're soulmates."
Suddenly there was just silence, Fox was gazing into her eyes, when he looked at her, he could see all the pain she was feeling, all the devastation. He felt a need to kiss her, his mind told him to get up and leave but he couldn't. He wanted to feel her. Theresa glanced at him oddly, Fox seemed like he was possessed or something.
His face inched closer to hers and he placed his hands on either side of her face and pressed his lips against hers. At first she protested, as much as she wanted this it was wrong. She had just lectured him about kissing Whitney and the next minute, she was kissing him. When she tried to pull away, he would just hang onto her harder. She just gave in and kissed him back. She parted her mouth letting his tongue roam around caressing hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck while his rested at her waist. Fox moaned and deepened the kiss. Finally he pulled apart for the need of air and he looked at her, he gave her a kiss on the forehead and gave her a small smile. He got up and walked out the room leaving Theresa sitting there confused.
Outside her room Fox was thinking to him. Why did he just kiss her? Of course he wasn't complaining. The kiss felt somewhat special, so much passion, love and desire.There was this tingling sensation, as if she was made for him. He wanted more. But she was just a friend, wasn't she? He thought back to the book café when he kissed Whitney. Actually he hadn't felt much, just the same feeling when he kissed other girls. Did he only want Whitney because he knew he couldn't have her?
He stood outside her door.
"Am I falling in love with you Theresa?"
Fox knew that he had to go after Theresa or he would regret it in the future, he ran up to catch to her but he stopped in the middle of the street.
"What am I doing? I love Whitney, shouldn't I be going after her instead of Theresa?" he was confused, but his conscience told him he had to talk with Theresa first. He eyed the busy streets and didn't see her anywhere.
"Geez, how does she run so fast in those shoes" he shook his head and continued to run hoping to catch up to her.
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Theresa sped through the street bumping into everyone without apologizing; she was too busy replaying the moment when she saw Fox and Whitney kiss. Tears were flowing down her face like a river.
"And to think that maybe I had a chance with Fox."
To be honest, seeing Fox and Whitney sharing an intimate kiss hurt more then the time Ethan left her for Gwen. Theresa stopped running, at first she thought that Fox would be running after her, calling her name. She turned away slowly hoping he would be there, but he wasn't. She quickly wiped the tears from her face and told herself to be strong, but she knew she wouldn't succeed.
She tried to erase that horrible memory of the kiss but it seemed to be stamped there forever, she tried to run as fast as she could back to the mansion but on the way tripped on a rock and went sprawling onto the pavement. Her hand was scratched badly and her legs had scabs. When you looked at it, you would flinch and knew it must've hurt but at the moment, she wasn't feeling anything at all. Nothing would compare to the pain in her heart. She picked herself up and decided to walk the rest of the way back while limping.
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She arrived to the mansion and made her way up to her room and closed the door. She went to the bathroom to treat her injuries. Now her hand began to hurt, she opened the cupboards and got ointment and bandages. It was difficult though, she couldn't do anything with just one hand. She kept fumbling and dropping everything until she just collapsed onto the cold tiled floor.
"It's no use," she sobbed and threw everything against the wall. She curled up into a ball, feeling very insecure.
"Here, let me help." A gentle voice said to her.
Fox.
He took her hand but her head shot up and snatched it away.
"What are you doing here?" she said coldly.
It was as if he didn't hear her say that and gently took her hand again.
"Let me bandage it for you."
"Get out."
Fox looked at her sternly and Theresa knew that he wouldn't change his mind; she let him take care of her hand and scabs. He was so close to her, she just wanted to kiss him. But it wouldn't be right. He finished and she stood up.
"Thank you" she mumbled while looking at the floor. She sat down on her bed wishing that he would just go away. 5 minutes passed and he still hadn't left, he was just standing there.
"May I help you?" she finally said.
Fox sat down on her bed beside her.
"We need to talk."
"What about?" but she did know.
"The kiss that happened between Whitney and me."
"I'm still trying to erase that from my memory." She said looking out the window.
"I didn't know that she would be there.she was crying and I was trying to comfort her.and.it just happened"
"Fox! It just happened? You know she has a boyfriend that loves her deeply and Chad thinks you're his friend, and once when he's gone, you go after his girl, what do you think he's going to say when he finds out?"
Fox became alert.
"Theresa, don't tell me you're going to retell this incident to Chad," he pleaded "Whitney has nothing to do with this, I don't want things to get bad between Chad and her, if you do tell him, tell him it's my fault. Whitney doesn't deserve to be hurt."
Suddenly things became clear for Theresa, she remembered the flowers and the 'i' on the card, all the times she had seen Fox taking glances at Whitney and when he comforted her.
"You're in love with Whitney aren't you.?" It was difficult for her to say those words.
Fox sighed; he would have to tell her eventually so what was the difference if he told her now?
"Yes Theresa, I'm in love with Whitney."
She didn't say anything, Theresa just felt her world shatter in two.
"Theresa? Theresa?" Fox waved his hand to get her attention
"What?" she turned away from his because her tears were threatening to fall but she wouldn't let them, she would be strong. She turned back to him.
"Whitney? You're never going to get anywhere with her, she loves Chad and only him, I wont let you break them up"
"You think I haven't thought of those things before?No need to discourage me. But just watch, in the end Whitney will be mine."
"No, they belong together, you can't do that to them, they're soulmates."
Suddenly there was just silence, Fox was gazing into her eyes, when he looked at her, he could see all the pain she was feeling, all the devastation. He felt a need to kiss her, his mind told him to get up and leave but he couldn't. He wanted to feel her. Theresa glanced at him oddly, Fox seemed like he was possessed or something.
His face inched closer to hers and he placed his hands on either side of her face and pressed his lips against hers. At first she protested, as much as she wanted this it was wrong. She had just lectured him about kissing Whitney and the next minute, she was kissing him. When she tried to pull away, he would just hang onto her harder. She just gave in and kissed him back. She parted her mouth letting his tongue roam around caressing hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck while his rested at her waist. Fox moaned and deepened the kiss. Finally he pulled apart for the need of air and he looked at her, he gave her a kiss on the forehead and gave her a small smile. He got up and walked out the room leaving Theresa sitting there confused.
Outside her room Fox was thinking to him. Why did he just kiss her? Of course he wasn't complaining. The kiss felt somewhat special, so much passion, love and desire.There was this tingling sensation, as if she was made for him. He wanted more. But she was just a friend, wasn't she? He thought back to the book café when he kissed Whitney. Actually he hadn't felt much, just the same feeling when he kissed other girls. Did he only want Whitney because he knew he couldn't have her?
He stood outside her door.
"Am I falling in love with you Theresa?"