Okay, so I have received some reviews, all but one encouraging and asking
me to go on with the story. Thank you guys. With this chapter I decided to
go from Ally's POV, but I'm not sure it's as good as it could be told from
third person. I guess time and reviews will tell.
Chapter Four - Do I have to?
Ally's POV
I pull on my skirt and look at myself in the floor length mirror. As always, I look hot. I'm not generally one to blow my own horn, but I seem to be able to pull off almost anything. Tonight, I'm dressed in a short black skirt, and a white shirt. My hair is pulled up into a messy, yet incredibly stylish bun. I couldn't be more ready do I go out with Dave. But one thing makes me hesitate as I head for the door.
Do I want to?
Answer, I honestly don't know. I mean, Dave's cute and seems like a nice guy but he's just.it doesn't feel right. Somehow, going out with Dave feels almost like going out with John- 'cept I don't find John attractive. Well, it's more like going out with a good friend. And I don't know Dave enough for him to be a good friend.
Again, he's cute, but it just isn't there for me. You know, that spark, where you look at a person and just go 'wow'. Dave isn't a wow, so much as a, 'oh, cutie'. I want the wow. I got the wow today, and obviously not from Dave.
It was that doctor, the tall, dark, foreign one. Luka Kovac. The name just rolls of the mind and off the tongue. His jet-black hair, curling at the nape of his neck, and flopping sexily into his eyes. His deep, sorrowful eyes, looking at me as if I was the only person in the room. His accent. Everyone about him was just 'wow'.
When I spoke to him, it was like everyone else it that disgusting hospital cafeteria just disappeared and it was just me and him.
But he didn't ask me out, tonight or any other night, did he? Nope. Who did? Dave. So, I'll just go have fun with him. Try and keep Luka off my mind and concentrate on the guy who did ask me out.
Do I have to?
Yes. I'm not the kind of girl to ditch someone, even if I don't think there's anything, or will ever be anything there. I'll have fun. I'll be fun, outgoing, bubbly Ally. I'll flirt with Dave, I mean, that's what expects. And tomorrow I'll just tell him tomorrow that I really don't think it's going to go anywhere.
As I put on a finished touch of lip-gloss and grab my purse, I check myself one more in the mirror.
Do I want to?
No.
Do I have to?
Yes.
Chapter Four - Do I have to?
Ally's POV
I pull on my skirt and look at myself in the floor length mirror. As always, I look hot. I'm not generally one to blow my own horn, but I seem to be able to pull off almost anything. Tonight, I'm dressed in a short black skirt, and a white shirt. My hair is pulled up into a messy, yet incredibly stylish bun. I couldn't be more ready do I go out with Dave. But one thing makes me hesitate as I head for the door.
Do I want to?
Answer, I honestly don't know. I mean, Dave's cute and seems like a nice guy but he's just.it doesn't feel right. Somehow, going out with Dave feels almost like going out with John- 'cept I don't find John attractive. Well, it's more like going out with a good friend. And I don't know Dave enough for him to be a good friend.
Again, he's cute, but it just isn't there for me. You know, that spark, where you look at a person and just go 'wow'. Dave isn't a wow, so much as a, 'oh, cutie'. I want the wow. I got the wow today, and obviously not from Dave.
It was that doctor, the tall, dark, foreign one. Luka Kovac. The name just rolls of the mind and off the tongue. His jet-black hair, curling at the nape of his neck, and flopping sexily into his eyes. His deep, sorrowful eyes, looking at me as if I was the only person in the room. His accent. Everyone about him was just 'wow'.
When I spoke to him, it was like everyone else it that disgusting hospital cafeteria just disappeared and it was just me and him.
But he didn't ask me out, tonight or any other night, did he? Nope. Who did? Dave. So, I'll just go have fun with him. Try and keep Luka off my mind and concentrate on the guy who did ask me out.
Do I have to?
Yes. I'm not the kind of girl to ditch someone, even if I don't think there's anything, or will ever be anything there. I'll have fun. I'll be fun, outgoing, bubbly Ally. I'll flirt with Dave, I mean, that's what expects. And tomorrow I'll just tell him tomorrow that I really don't think it's going to go anywhere.
As I put on a finished touch of lip-gloss and grab my purse, I check myself one more in the mirror.
Do I want to?
No.
Do I have to?
Yes.
