What Makes You Different Ch. 8 Theresa looked into his deep brown eyes, captivated by the intensity in them. Taking a deep breath, she said, "Why not?" "Can't a person just want to talk to you?" he asked. "To someone else, yes, but not me," Theresa said in a voice barely above a whisper. It hurt her to admit this to anyone. She sometimes cried herself to sleep when she actually had the time to think about her relationships with people. Of course she had a few good, close friends, but she often felt invisible or taken for granted. Hoping to avoid releasing any tears that were building up, she tried to break away from him, but was unsuccessful. Why do I have to be so emotional all the time? He only asked to talk to me, and this happens. Talk about being a drama queen! "You're name is Theresa right?" he questioned in a concerned voice. "Yes. You remembered," replied Theresa, pleasantly surprised. "Who would forget an exquisite beauty like yourself? I must admit, I was spellbound the minute I saw your exotic eyes. It was as if I was able to see the real you through them even though I don't know you. Does that even make sense?" Theresa felt her cheeks getting warm and her palms began to sweat. She suddenly became very aware of the masculine hand on her arm and the manly sense of the person next to her. The person who she thought would never even know she existed. Michael. Her Michael or at least she wanted him to be hers. She was never able to forget about him no matter how hard she tried to tell herself that it was a farfetched dream that they would ever even become friends. Before she could even respond, Michael called out, "Hey Fox. I didn't even notice you were here. When did you get here?" Fox, obviously embarrassed and caught off guard, took a second before saying, "Oh, I just walked in a second ago to help prepare for the dance. I can see that I'm intruding on your conversation, so I'll just come back later." Fox could sense the gaze of Theresa on him, even though he purposely looked only at Michael. He didn't know what was going on between the two of them, but something was definitely happening, and he didn't like it one bit. "Actually, I have to run. We have a basketball game in half an hour and I need to get on the school's bus. So you can stay. Fox, you remember Theresa right? She's the one who bought your basket." Feeling more and more uncomfortable every second, Fox just nodded in agreement. "Yeah I remember. Hey Theresa." Fox tried to keep his voice as normal as possible. "Hi," squeaked Theresa. She couldn't believe that not only one person heard her sing, but possibly two. Why did it have to be Michael and Fox; the last two people in the world she would want to sing in front of. Michael glanced at his watch. "Oh shoot. I'm running late. The coach is really going to give it to me now. I'll catch ya later Theresa, Fox." Giving a brief wave, he ran out of the gym leaving Theresa and Fox alone. Both stood there, avoiding any eye contact until Theresa made a move towards the door. "Wait a minute. I needed to talk to you." He didn't want to mention the fact that he was invading her privacy by hearing her sing. She seemed to be utterly embarrassed that Michael, or anyone else for that matter, heard her. "About what? We have nothing to say to one another. I'll be on my way." Theresa once again headed towards the door, eager to escape to the safety of her home. "I'm sorry," blurted Fox, anxious to say anything to get Theresa to stay. Theresa continued moving towards the door. "Don't even bother trying to apologize when you don't mean it. I guess what people say about you is true." With that said, Theresa walked out the door, surprised at what she said. She felt horrible. She never liked saying anything mean to someone, but how could she even forgive him for what he's done. She could not forgive and forget. Not this time anyways. Fox just watched her leave. He was left speechless. He couldn't believe that sweet, kind Theresa would have the courage to say something hurtful, but he didn't blame her. Who would? He would have said the same thing if he was her. Amuse and proud of the fact that Theresa had some spunk in her after all, he quickly headed out the door in the direction Theresa was headed towards. He could see her walking out of the parking lot in front of the gym. Looking both ways, she crossed the street. Fox hurried to his car and started the ignition, determined to catch up with Theresa. Theresa heard a car approaching in her direction. Looking back, she sees Fox following her in his convertible. She began to break out in a run, hoping to outwit him in the chase.