What Makes You Different Ch. 21
Fox saw the silhouette of a person in the parking lot. Running rapidly towards the person, he was about three feet away when the person turned around and he noticed it wasn't Theresa. A look of shock and terror on the teenager's face caused Fox to apologize for mistaking her for someone else. The girl continued to walk away as Fox scanned the area, unable to find any sign of Theresa or where she may have went.
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Theresa cursed herself for bidding on the basket. Ever since that day, she had terrible things happened to her. She wished her life went back to normal. Back to the way it was before all the drama entered her life...before Fox entered her life and turned it upside down. How could she have fallen for such a jerk? He seemed so genuine and sincere. This was the first time Theresa misjudged a person. Upon meeting a person for the first time, she was able to get a pretty accurate picture of the type of person an individual was. She was able to see pass the façade, but Fox was a damn good actor. He had her fooled the moment he met her. 'Damn it' thought Theresa. No matter what he did to her, she couldn't get him off her mind. Her head was spinning from the memories and all the running she did.
After running for ten minutes straight, Theresa arrived at her destination out of breath. Theresa wiped away her tears, not wanting anyone to see that she had been crying. Then she took a deep breath and knocked on the wooden door. She was relieved that her best friend answered it.
"Theresa, what are you doing here so late?" Melissa asked her closest friend. Once she got a closer look at Theresa, she quietly ushered Theresa into the house and closed the door. Once they stepped foot inside Melissa's room, she closed the door and inquired, "What's wrong?"
"What are you talking about?" lied Theresa, not wanting to talk about the incident at the moment. She nervously bit her lip and twirled her hair.
"Don't give me that lie. I'm your bf and I know when you're lying."
"How?"
"For one thing, you're a terrible liar. You have a tendency to play with your hair and bit your lip," stated Melissa a matter-of-factly. "Besides, one look at your face shows the world that you have been crying."
"All right." Theresa threw her hands up in the air as a signal of surrender. "You caught me."
"So what happened at the dance?" Melissa questioned, her voice full of concern.
Theresa gazed at Melissa's face. She could tell that Melissa was just as upset about the incident as she was, which was interesting because Theresa haven't even told her what happened yet. This caused Theresa to rely the whole incident to Melissa, who was incredibly upset with Fox.
"How dare he? I'm going to go over to that dance and give him a piece of my mind." Melissa moved angrily towards the door, but was blocked by her friend.
"NO! Don't," pleaded Theresa.
"Fine. I'm not going to confront him now, but he better hide because no one messes with my friend without getting a beat down."
Although the situation was depressing and hurtful, Theresa couldn't help but crack a half-smile at her friend's fierce protectiveness.
"Is that a smile I see?" smiled Melissa, glad that she was able to cheer Theresa up, no matter for how short this moment would last.
"No," Theresa smile broadened. "Thanks Mel." She gave Melissa a huge hug.
"No prob," replied Melissa. "By the way, you should call your mom and tell her that you'll be sleeping over at my house."
Theresa did as she was told.
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Fox walked hastily towards the front door of Theresa's house. It brought back the memory of a special day he shared with her.
Flashback As the door swung opened, Fox was blinded by a flash. "What the hell?" questioned Fox as he tried to rub away the stars he saw.
Giggling, Theresa put the camera away in her backpack and then closed the door behind her. "Sorry," Theresa said as she desperately tried to suppress her laugher.
"So you think that was FUNNY huh?" Fox said with a vengeful smile.
Sensing she was in trouble, she tried to move pass Fox but with no avail with her sprained ankle, desperately hoping he didn't have something up his sleeves. "Fox, you wouldn't take revenge on an injured person now would you?" Theresa tilted her head downward and batted her eyelashes, pretending to be a damsel in distress.
"Don't think batting your beautiful, large eyes at me will get you out of this," said Fox good naturedly as he began tickling Theresa to the floor.
"S-s-s-ttt-ooooop!" said Theresa, unable to contain her laugher.
"Not until you say you're sorry with sincerity." Fox continued to tickle his companion.
"I—I'm s-s-o-r-rrr-y," Theresa was barely able to articulate those words between laughing so hard her stomach began to hurt.
Fox stopped tickling Theresa and tenderly looked down at her beautiful face. Somehow Fox ended up being above Theresa, who was lying down with her back on the ground. She was caught between Fox's arms and legs. They both remained deadly silent as they realized the awkward position they were in and the strong urges they both felt, unaware of their bodies naturally drawing towards one another as if by an invisible force.
End of flashback
The door opened, disrupting Fox's thoughts and caused him to be unprepared as to what he was going to say to the woman who stood in front of him. "Um...Hi Mrs. Lopez-fitzgerald."
"Hi," greeted the woman sweetly. He could tell where Theresa got her good looks and personality."I'm sorry to be disturbing you at such a late hour but I was wondering if Theresa's home?""Actually she's not. She's staying at a friend's house.""I see.""Would you like me to tell her you stopped by?""Yes please. Thank you for your help.""Your welcome," Pilar closed the door.Fox walked towards his car, relieved that Theresa was somewhere safe. As he started his car, his cell phone rings. Seeing the number, he picked up the phone, ready to chew out the person on the other line.