Chapter 9
Since none of them were related to Gail, they weren't aloud to be with her while she was giving birth. Stacey, Amy and Dawn were looking through an old fashion magazine, Adam and John were playing numerous games of tic-tac- toe on a black board, and Mark was flirting with Torrie. When Stacey looked up and saw Mark nuzziling his face into her neck, she left the room in a huff. Finding a private corner outside, she sat down, pulling her knees up to her chin and started to cry. She continuly wiped the tears from her eyes, not wanting to show any signs of weakness if someone were to see her. She ran her fingers through her hair, gripping tightly at the roots as if she wanted to pull her hair out. Letting her legs streatch out, she slumped against the wall, checking her watch. 3:29am. She's been outside for an hour, crying over Mark; no one has come to console her, no one has come to check up on her. Standing up, she leaned over to touch her toes, streatching out her legs even more. With a sly smile on her face, she started to dance around a little bit, knowing no one was watching her.
"If I was your girl, the things I'd do to you," she started singing to herself softly, doing the dance from the video. She continued dancing where she was, not even checking to see if people were watching her now. When she did a pirouette, she noticed someone standing at the door way. His hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched forward, hat on backwards. He started clapping slowly, walking towards Stacey at the beat her was clapping at.
"Good job, Stranger," he whispered in her ear. She shivered at the tone of his voice, goose bumps raising on her arms.
"How long have you been watching me?" she asked going towards the door.
"What was that one line? If I was your girl, the things I'd do to you? Was that it? 'Cause when I heard that I was like, 'daaamn. The things I'd let you do to me...."
"John, leave it," Stacey harshly whispered.
"But baby.."
"John, just shut up! I'm so sick of you, and your ways, and how smooth you think you are, and.....I just want you so bad." John looked at her, his mouth was open, his eyes were bugging out of his head.
"But, just a minute ago, you were...." Stacey put a finger to his lips to hush him. Going up on her tip toes, she gave him a soft peck on the lips. She looked down at her feet after, putting her fingers to her lips, savouring the feeling of his lips on hers. Looking up at John again, she looked in to his eyes. Seeing the surprise in his eyes, she chewed on her bottom lip lightly, not knowing if she should go back for more. She turned around to walk away, but John grabed her hand so she couldn't go far. Spining her around, her pulled her close to his body, resting his hands on her hips. He traced a finger up her side, then back down again, watching her squirm a little, he pulled her closer, feeling the warmth of her bare stomach through his thin basketball jersery, she reached her arms around his neck, tracing circles with her fingernail on the back of his bare neck. "I've wanted to be like this with you for so long," he told her softly. Stacey leaned her head on his bare shoulder, making the grip around his neck a bit tighter.
"You're so warm," she said to him, trying to make herself get more closer. "I thought Mark was the one for me. But he was so much like Jesse......Athletic, charming, a cheating bastard. I had to get out of there, I couldn't stand him being with what's her face. It hurt so much." She started to whimper on his shoulder. John did his best to try to console her, running his fingers through her blonde mane, whispering jokes he knew in her ear. When she calmed down, the linked fingers and walked back into the hospital. John suggested that he goes first, just so the rest of the group wouldn't think anything between the two of them had happend. Once Stacey reached the floor, she walked down the hall, finding everyone in a somber mood. "Guys...What's wrong?" Stacey questioned, sitting down beside Dawn.
"Gail.....She lost her baby," Amy told Stacey.
Since none of them were related to Gail, they weren't aloud to be with her while she was giving birth. Stacey, Amy and Dawn were looking through an old fashion magazine, Adam and John were playing numerous games of tic-tac- toe on a black board, and Mark was flirting with Torrie. When Stacey looked up and saw Mark nuzziling his face into her neck, she left the room in a huff. Finding a private corner outside, she sat down, pulling her knees up to her chin and started to cry. She continuly wiped the tears from her eyes, not wanting to show any signs of weakness if someone were to see her. She ran her fingers through her hair, gripping tightly at the roots as if she wanted to pull her hair out. Letting her legs streatch out, she slumped against the wall, checking her watch. 3:29am. She's been outside for an hour, crying over Mark; no one has come to console her, no one has come to check up on her. Standing up, she leaned over to touch her toes, streatching out her legs even more. With a sly smile on her face, she started to dance around a little bit, knowing no one was watching her.
"If I was your girl, the things I'd do to you," she started singing to herself softly, doing the dance from the video. She continued dancing where she was, not even checking to see if people were watching her now. When she did a pirouette, she noticed someone standing at the door way. His hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched forward, hat on backwards. He started clapping slowly, walking towards Stacey at the beat her was clapping at.
"Good job, Stranger," he whispered in her ear. She shivered at the tone of his voice, goose bumps raising on her arms.
"How long have you been watching me?" she asked going towards the door.
"What was that one line? If I was your girl, the things I'd do to you? Was that it? 'Cause when I heard that I was like, 'daaamn. The things I'd let you do to me...."
"John, leave it," Stacey harshly whispered.
"But baby.."
"John, just shut up! I'm so sick of you, and your ways, and how smooth you think you are, and.....I just want you so bad." John looked at her, his mouth was open, his eyes were bugging out of his head.
"But, just a minute ago, you were...." Stacey put a finger to his lips to hush him. Going up on her tip toes, she gave him a soft peck on the lips. She looked down at her feet after, putting her fingers to her lips, savouring the feeling of his lips on hers. Looking up at John again, she looked in to his eyes. Seeing the surprise in his eyes, she chewed on her bottom lip lightly, not knowing if she should go back for more. She turned around to walk away, but John grabed her hand so she couldn't go far. Spining her around, her pulled her close to his body, resting his hands on her hips. He traced a finger up her side, then back down again, watching her squirm a little, he pulled her closer, feeling the warmth of her bare stomach through his thin basketball jersery, she reached her arms around his neck, tracing circles with her fingernail on the back of his bare neck. "I've wanted to be like this with you for so long," he told her softly. Stacey leaned her head on his bare shoulder, making the grip around his neck a bit tighter.
"You're so warm," she said to him, trying to make herself get more closer. "I thought Mark was the one for me. But he was so much like Jesse......Athletic, charming, a cheating bastard. I had to get out of there, I couldn't stand him being with what's her face. It hurt so much." She started to whimper on his shoulder. John did his best to try to console her, running his fingers through her blonde mane, whispering jokes he knew in her ear. When she calmed down, the linked fingers and walked back into the hospital. John suggested that he goes first, just so the rest of the group wouldn't think anything between the two of them had happend. Once Stacey reached the floor, she walked down the hall, finding everyone in a somber mood. "Guys...What's wrong?" Stacey questioned, sitting down beside Dawn.
"Gail.....She lost her baby," Amy told Stacey.