What Makes You Different Ch. 9
Wow, that girl sure can run! Fox was truly amazed at Theresa's determination and running ability. He never saw any girl or any boy for that matter run as fast as Theresa. Then again, he also never chased anyone before. What was wrong with this picture? He, Fox Crane, was now the predator who was putting in the effort in a relationship, if you could even call it that. Well, whatever it is, what was puzzling Fox was why was he so concerned with Theresa, a girl who he just met and hardly even knows? All he knew about her was that she liked to paint and sew. She's very creative and original and had the purest, vocals he ever heard. She could definitely give Mariah and Christina some competition. Theresa's voice struck a chord in his heart the moment he took in the notes and he could feel all the emotions through her singing, making her a more powerful singer than most people. It had depth, beauty that was beyond words. You had to hear it to truly understand the affects of Theresa's singing. It was a magical and memorizing experience and he was enjoying the moment as he closed his eyes and listened intently at every note until Michael unwittingly interrupted. When Fox heard the sneeze, he quickly moved out of sight, not wanting Theresa or Michael to acknowledge his presence. Michael, one of his closest friends, had to choose that moment to walk in; a moment that Fox did not want to share with anyone but Theresa. What was it that drove him to follow Theresa, something he never imagined himself doing? Fox Crane doesn't pursue, at least he didn't until today. He wanted to fix things between Theresa and him, he wanted to explain the situation to her. He had to and that was what kept running through his mind as he kept a close watch of Theresa in her attempt to outrun his car. Shaking his head at the silliness of the entire situation, he kept edging closer to Theresa.
Theresa whipped her head around to see Fox catching up to her. Determined to avoid Fox, she crossed another street and followed the road. Relieved that she was getting closer to her destination, she quickened her pace and continued to run. She only had to run a few more yards until she would reach the narrow path that was so tiny that no cars could get through. Theresa would take this path everyday when she walked to and from school. As Theresa was within two yards away of reaching safety, she tripped on a rock and fell to the floor.
Fox quickly pulled his car to the side of the road and ran to Theresa when he saw Theresa collapse to the floor.
As Theresa tried to get up, she struggled miserably and fell back down. "Ouch!" cried Theresa in obvious pain.
Fox, who reached her within moments after the fall, bent down to take a look at Theresa left ankle as she tried to pull away.
"Stay still Resa." Fox advised, clearly worried about the injury. No one has ever called Theresa that besides Melissa. She liked how it sounded when he said it, but she decided it was better if she kept it to herself.
After examining the ankle, Fox stated in a concerned voice, "It's definitely sprained." Fox gently lifted Theresa up and carried her to the car.
"What are you doing?" asked Theresa as she wrapped her arms around his neck, terrified of being dropped. She had no clue about what Fox was up to.
"What does it look like I'm doing? You're in no condition to walk," explained Fox, secretly happy that he was able to be this close to Theresa. The soft, silky skin of Theresa's arms around his neck was too driving him crazy. He had the sudden urge to kiss her, but stopped himself, knowing that this was neither the time nor place for that. Besides, he was pretty sure that a hard slap on his face would be the consequence for his advances. Whatever brought his feeling on surprised Fox. He didn't know what to think of it so he tried to concentrated on Theresa's injury.
"Oh," was all Theresa managed to say since she was too aware of Fox's body pressed against hers, which sent a tingly feeling down her body. She quickly rationalized this feeling as a response to the gust of air caused by a vehicle that quickly passed them.
Too distracted to even notice the car that passed by, Fox concentrated on the sweet, rosy scent of Theresa and longed to keep her in his arms a little longer, but unfortunately, he reached his car in what seemed like seconds even though he purposely walked extremely slow, trying to prolong the moment.
As soon as he reached the car, he carefully helped Theresa into it. Then he walked toward the driver's seat as he took out his cell phone and pushed a button, unbeknownst to Theresa and put it away as quickly as he pulled it out. Within seconds, he started the car, headed in the opposite direction of Theresa's house. Worried, Theresa questioned, "W-w-where are you taking me?"
Fox smirked at the remark as he thought of all the possible thoughts and concerns that were probably running though Theresa's mind. "Why? Don't you trust me?"
"Ha! Trust you? Why should I?" exclaimed Theresa, as all the hurt and anger from the day in the park rushed to her head.
"Actually, you're right, if I were you, I wouldn't trust me either," Fox said with a serious voice, trying hard not to laugh at his comment. He was having fun teasing her; besides she made it too easy to do so. He enjoyed seeing her raise one eyebrow and frown at him, while twirling her hair; it was actually really cute, she was so adorable when she was mad or worried.
Opening her mouth and then quickly shutting it, Theresa remained quiet as she thought about what she should do. She knew that Fox wouldn't hurt her, but his intentions and motives for "helping" her wasn't clear. After pondering about how to deal with the situation, she decided to find out what he was up to and to stop worrying until she had a reason to.
Wow, that girl sure can run! Fox was truly amazed at Theresa's determination and running ability. He never saw any girl or any boy for that matter run as fast as Theresa. Then again, he also never chased anyone before. What was wrong with this picture? He, Fox Crane, was now the predator who was putting in the effort in a relationship, if you could even call it that. Well, whatever it is, what was puzzling Fox was why was he so concerned with Theresa, a girl who he just met and hardly even knows? All he knew about her was that she liked to paint and sew. She's very creative and original and had the purest, vocals he ever heard. She could definitely give Mariah and Christina some competition. Theresa's voice struck a chord in his heart the moment he took in the notes and he could feel all the emotions through her singing, making her a more powerful singer than most people. It had depth, beauty that was beyond words. You had to hear it to truly understand the affects of Theresa's singing. It was a magical and memorizing experience and he was enjoying the moment as he closed his eyes and listened intently at every note until Michael unwittingly interrupted. When Fox heard the sneeze, he quickly moved out of sight, not wanting Theresa or Michael to acknowledge his presence. Michael, one of his closest friends, had to choose that moment to walk in; a moment that Fox did not want to share with anyone but Theresa. What was it that drove him to follow Theresa, something he never imagined himself doing? Fox Crane doesn't pursue, at least he didn't until today. He wanted to fix things between Theresa and him, he wanted to explain the situation to her. He had to and that was what kept running through his mind as he kept a close watch of Theresa in her attempt to outrun his car. Shaking his head at the silliness of the entire situation, he kept edging closer to Theresa.
Theresa whipped her head around to see Fox catching up to her. Determined to avoid Fox, she crossed another street and followed the road. Relieved that she was getting closer to her destination, she quickened her pace and continued to run. She only had to run a few more yards until she would reach the narrow path that was so tiny that no cars could get through. Theresa would take this path everyday when she walked to and from school. As Theresa was within two yards away of reaching safety, she tripped on a rock and fell to the floor.
Fox quickly pulled his car to the side of the road and ran to Theresa when he saw Theresa collapse to the floor.
As Theresa tried to get up, she struggled miserably and fell back down. "Ouch!" cried Theresa in obvious pain.
Fox, who reached her within moments after the fall, bent down to take a look at Theresa left ankle as she tried to pull away.
"Stay still Resa." Fox advised, clearly worried about the injury. No one has ever called Theresa that besides Melissa. She liked how it sounded when he said it, but she decided it was better if she kept it to herself.
After examining the ankle, Fox stated in a concerned voice, "It's definitely sprained." Fox gently lifted Theresa up and carried her to the car.
"What are you doing?" asked Theresa as she wrapped her arms around his neck, terrified of being dropped. She had no clue about what Fox was up to.
"What does it look like I'm doing? You're in no condition to walk," explained Fox, secretly happy that he was able to be this close to Theresa. The soft, silky skin of Theresa's arms around his neck was too driving him crazy. He had the sudden urge to kiss her, but stopped himself, knowing that this was neither the time nor place for that. Besides, he was pretty sure that a hard slap on his face would be the consequence for his advances. Whatever brought his feeling on surprised Fox. He didn't know what to think of it so he tried to concentrated on Theresa's injury.
"Oh," was all Theresa managed to say since she was too aware of Fox's body pressed against hers, which sent a tingly feeling down her body. She quickly rationalized this feeling as a response to the gust of air caused by a vehicle that quickly passed them.
Too distracted to even notice the car that passed by, Fox concentrated on the sweet, rosy scent of Theresa and longed to keep her in his arms a little longer, but unfortunately, he reached his car in what seemed like seconds even though he purposely walked extremely slow, trying to prolong the moment.
As soon as he reached the car, he carefully helped Theresa into it. Then he walked toward the driver's seat as he took out his cell phone and pushed a button, unbeknownst to Theresa and put it away as quickly as he pulled it out. Within seconds, he started the car, headed in the opposite direction of Theresa's house. Worried, Theresa questioned, "W-w-where are you taking me?"
Fox smirked at the remark as he thought of all the possible thoughts and concerns that were probably running though Theresa's mind. "Why? Don't you trust me?"
"Ha! Trust you? Why should I?" exclaimed Theresa, as all the hurt and anger from the day in the park rushed to her head.
"Actually, you're right, if I were you, I wouldn't trust me either," Fox said with a serious voice, trying hard not to laugh at his comment. He was having fun teasing her; besides she made it too easy to do so. He enjoyed seeing her raise one eyebrow and frown at him, while twirling her hair; it was actually really cute, she was so adorable when she was mad or worried.
Opening her mouth and then quickly shutting it, Theresa remained quiet as she thought about what she should do. She knew that Fox wouldn't hurt her, but his intentions and motives for "helping" her wasn't clear. After pondering about how to deal with the situation, she decided to find out what he was up to and to stop worrying until she had a reason to.