CHAPTER 10
REALITY HITS
Teresa made a mad dash for Whitney. She grabbed Whitney by the arm. "We've got to talk."
They made their way through the crowd and walked into the small restroom.
Whitney broke free of Teresa's grasp and rubbed her arm, "Teresa, what's this about?"
Teresa looked at Whitney, frustration written all over her face. "Fox!"
"I was afraid of that. Teresa, you should have seen the way he was looking at you while you were dancing with Dylan."
"Whitney, I can't do this. I shouldn't feel like this. My heart is beating 200 miles an hour. My palms are sweaty, my knees are weak. Whitney, I can't do this." Teresa rubbed her temples and paced back and forth. "Wait a minute, I shouldn't worry. He's got his mystery woman. Which I'm almost 100 percent positive is you." She said pointing at Whitney.
"Wait a minute, Teresa, you don't know that." Whitney protested.
"Oh, get real, Whitney. It's obvious now that I've put everything together. Dylan even thinks so too."
"Dylan? What does he know? Never mind, I doesn't matter, Teresa. I love Chad. Nothing will change that."
"I hope you're right about that Whitney. I don't want to see anyone hurt in this. Chad is a good guy. Thing is, I can't help but remember what you said this afternoon."
"It's nothing. Really." Whitney turned to walk out of the bathroom.
"Whitney, please, I need to know. I can't explain these feelings I have for Fox. Maybe it's just loneliness. Maybe it's just the fact that it's been so long that I've felt wanted by another man. I don't know. If you think you might have even a fraction of feelings for Fox I'll drop this. I don't want to get in your way or destroy our friendship if you truly have feelings for Fox. Please, Whitney, I need to know how you feel."
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"Okay, Fox. What was that all about?" Dylan looked closely at Fox. "You and Teresa seemed extremely close. I thought you said you were merely friends."
"We were, I mean we still are. We're just friends, that's it." Fox just stared straight ahead.
"That's not what it looked like to me."
"So, tell me, Fox. Is this mystery love of yours still in the picture?"
"Look, Dylan, I don't want to deal with this right now."
"Fine, but I think you should really think about your true feelings for Teresa. I think they're a little deeper than you'd like to admit."
"That's enough, Dylan. I don't want to talk about this right now."
Dylan put up his hands defensive. "Okay, okay. I'll back off. Just think about it, Fox. Women like Teresa only come along once in a lifetime." Dylan turned and walked off.
Fox watched Dylan walk away. He knew he was right. Women like Teresa only came around once in a lifetime. Then again, so did women like Whitney. Oh but, Teresa. There's just something about Teresa. She's got something Whitney doesn't. She's got soul, passion, conviction. Compared to Teresa, Whitney was a saint. Could he handle a woman like Whitney? Would she be entirely enough for him? Would she even satisfy him? Fox didn't know the answers to any of these questions. He just knew that Teresa had sparked an excitement in him tonight that he had never felt before. He was quite sure what it was yet, but he was sure it wasn't love. That was of course what he thought he felt for Whitney.
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"Please Whitney, do you feel anything? Anything at all for Fox?" Teresa begged Whitney for an answer.
"Teresa, it doesn't matter either way. If you have feelings for Fox then go for it. I have Chad."
"Whitney, you didn't answer my question. If you have even the slightest hint of feelings for Fox I would never think of pursuing him. The last thing I want to do is hurt my best friend."
"Teresa, I said it doesn't matter." Whitney put a hand up on her head, "Look, Teresa, I can't deal with this right now. I'm going for a walk and then I'm going back to mine and Chad's apartment." Whitney rushed out.
Teresa just stood there for a minute thinking. She does have feelings for Fox. Whether or not she wants to admit it, Whitney does feel for Fox. But just how deep were these feelings? Was she falling in love with Fox? Most importantly was Fox falling for her? Teresa cringed. The thought of Fox and Whitney broke her heart. She hated to admit it, but she was actually jealous of Whitney. Fox had been her closet friend in the past 6 months. He had been there for her when no one else could. She had also returned the favor to him. She was his friend and his defender when no one else was. They were a perfect pair.
Teresa looked in the restroom mirror. She was alone in the restroom. She sighed and spoke out loud to herself. "Why did you have to go and do this you idiot? When? When did you fall for him? You've fallen for Fox Crane. How could you let this happen?"
Teresa walked out of the bathroom back out into the club. She found a small table and sat down. Her mind was raising. When had it happened and why hadn't she known it earlier? Her thoughts were always on Ethan, that was it! She had wanted so bad to get back with Ethan that she had pushed her feelings for Fox to the back of her mind or should she say her heart. Ethan had clouded her thoughts, her mind. She never noticed that she was falling in love with her best friend.
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Fox walked up to the bar and ordered a drank. He turned and propped up on the bar with his elbow survey the dance floor. That's when he noticed Teresa sitting alone across the room. God, she was beautiful. She was more than beautiful, she was breathtaking. She was the kind of woman every man wanted, but rarely had the chance to get. His heart skipped a beat as his mind once again drifted back to thoughts of the dance they had just shared. She felt so good in his arms. She fit perfectly. They had danced many times before, why had he just noticed it tonight? He knew Teresa felt it too. She melted in his arms. He could feel her heart beating against his chest. Or had he just imagined it? No, no, I know she felt it. She held onto me too after the song ended. She didn't want to let go either.
"I see you got your eyes set on that pretty lady there, mister." The bartender said interrupting Fox's thoughts.
"She is beautiful, isn't she?" He looked at Teresa dreamily.
"Prettiest lady here if you ask me. You gonna talk to her?" He asked bluntly.
"That beautiful lady is actually my best friend." Fox turned and placed both elbows up on the bar. "Give me another drink."
"If you say so." He fixed Fox another drink. "Want my opinion?"
"Sure, shoot." Fox downed his drink.
"Drop the best friend crap. You're obviously in love with that woman."
"That's ridiculous." Fox turned his head back to look at Teresa.
"Whatever you say. I've worked in this club several years now. Seems I've picked up on a lot of things. You my boy, have the classic look of love in your eyes."
"Fine, fine. Just pour me another." Fox scooted him his glass.
REALITY HITS
Teresa made a mad dash for Whitney. She grabbed Whitney by the arm. "We've got to talk."
They made their way through the crowd and walked into the small restroom.
Whitney broke free of Teresa's grasp and rubbed her arm, "Teresa, what's this about?"
Teresa looked at Whitney, frustration written all over her face. "Fox!"
"I was afraid of that. Teresa, you should have seen the way he was looking at you while you were dancing with Dylan."
"Whitney, I can't do this. I shouldn't feel like this. My heart is beating 200 miles an hour. My palms are sweaty, my knees are weak. Whitney, I can't do this." Teresa rubbed her temples and paced back and forth. "Wait a minute, I shouldn't worry. He's got his mystery woman. Which I'm almost 100 percent positive is you." She said pointing at Whitney.
"Wait a minute, Teresa, you don't know that." Whitney protested.
"Oh, get real, Whitney. It's obvious now that I've put everything together. Dylan even thinks so too."
"Dylan? What does he know? Never mind, I doesn't matter, Teresa. I love Chad. Nothing will change that."
"I hope you're right about that Whitney. I don't want to see anyone hurt in this. Chad is a good guy. Thing is, I can't help but remember what you said this afternoon."
"It's nothing. Really." Whitney turned to walk out of the bathroom.
"Whitney, please, I need to know. I can't explain these feelings I have for Fox. Maybe it's just loneliness. Maybe it's just the fact that it's been so long that I've felt wanted by another man. I don't know. If you think you might have even a fraction of feelings for Fox I'll drop this. I don't want to get in your way or destroy our friendship if you truly have feelings for Fox. Please, Whitney, I need to know how you feel."
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"Okay, Fox. What was that all about?" Dylan looked closely at Fox. "You and Teresa seemed extremely close. I thought you said you were merely friends."
"We were, I mean we still are. We're just friends, that's it." Fox just stared straight ahead.
"That's not what it looked like to me."
"So, tell me, Fox. Is this mystery love of yours still in the picture?"
"Look, Dylan, I don't want to deal with this right now."
"Fine, but I think you should really think about your true feelings for Teresa. I think they're a little deeper than you'd like to admit."
"That's enough, Dylan. I don't want to talk about this right now."
Dylan put up his hands defensive. "Okay, okay. I'll back off. Just think about it, Fox. Women like Teresa only come along once in a lifetime." Dylan turned and walked off.
Fox watched Dylan walk away. He knew he was right. Women like Teresa only came around once in a lifetime. Then again, so did women like Whitney. Oh but, Teresa. There's just something about Teresa. She's got something Whitney doesn't. She's got soul, passion, conviction. Compared to Teresa, Whitney was a saint. Could he handle a woman like Whitney? Would she be entirely enough for him? Would she even satisfy him? Fox didn't know the answers to any of these questions. He just knew that Teresa had sparked an excitement in him tonight that he had never felt before. He was quite sure what it was yet, but he was sure it wasn't love. That was of course what he thought he felt for Whitney.
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"Please Whitney, do you feel anything? Anything at all for Fox?" Teresa begged Whitney for an answer.
"Teresa, it doesn't matter either way. If you have feelings for Fox then go for it. I have Chad."
"Whitney, you didn't answer my question. If you have even the slightest hint of feelings for Fox I would never think of pursuing him. The last thing I want to do is hurt my best friend."
"Teresa, I said it doesn't matter." Whitney put a hand up on her head, "Look, Teresa, I can't deal with this right now. I'm going for a walk and then I'm going back to mine and Chad's apartment." Whitney rushed out.
Teresa just stood there for a minute thinking. She does have feelings for Fox. Whether or not she wants to admit it, Whitney does feel for Fox. But just how deep were these feelings? Was she falling in love with Fox? Most importantly was Fox falling for her? Teresa cringed. The thought of Fox and Whitney broke her heart. She hated to admit it, but she was actually jealous of Whitney. Fox had been her closet friend in the past 6 months. He had been there for her when no one else could. She had also returned the favor to him. She was his friend and his defender when no one else was. They were a perfect pair.
Teresa looked in the restroom mirror. She was alone in the restroom. She sighed and spoke out loud to herself. "Why did you have to go and do this you idiot? When? When did you fall for him? You've fallen for Fox Crane. How could you let this happen?"
Teresa walked out of the bathroom back out into the club. She found a small table and sat down. Her mind was raising. When had it happened and why hadn't she known it earlier? Her thoughts were always on Ethan, that was it! She had wanted so bad to get back with Ethan that she had pushed her feelings for Fox to the back of her mind or should she say her heart. Ethan had clouded her thoughts, her mind. She never noticed that she was falling in love with her best friend.
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Fox walked up to the bar and ordered a drank. He turned and propped up on the bar with his elbow survey the dance floor. That's when he noticed Teresa sitting alone across the room. God, she was beautiful. She was more than beautiful, she was breathtaking. She was the kind of woman every man wanted, but rarely had the chance to get. His heart skipped a beat as his mind once again drifted back to thoughts of the dance they had just shared. She felt so good in his arms. She fit perfectly. They had danced many times before, why had he just noticed it tonight? He knew Teresa felt it too. She melted in his arms. He could feel her heart beating against his chest. Or had he just imagined it? No, no, I know she felt it. She held onto me too after the song ended. She didn't want to let go either.
"I see you got your eyes set on that pretty lady there, mister." The bartender said interrupting Fox's thoughts.
"She is beautiful, isn't she?" He looked at Teresa dreamily.
"Prettiest lady here if you ask me. You gonna talk to her?" He asked bluntly.
"That beautiful lady is actually my best friend." Fox turned and placed both elbows up on the bar. "Give me another drink."
"If you say so." He fixed Fox another drink. "Want my opinion?"
"Sure, shoot." Fox downed his drink.
"Drop the best friend crap. You're obviously in love with that woman."
"That's ridiculous." Fox turned his head back to look at Teresa.
"Whatever you say. I've worked in this club several years now. Seems I've picked up on a lot of things. You my boy, have the classic look of love in your eyes."
"Fine, fine. Just pour me another." Fox scooted him his glass.