Ch. 25
Wednesday approached rather slowly for both Fox and Terry. The snotty cheerleader couldn't wait to feel her love interest's lips upon hers once more. Fox was anxious to see the look on Terry's face when his plans become a reality or should he say nightmare for Terry. In any other circumstances, he never would have sunk to this level, but Terry definitely had it coming to her. Bad karma is a b!
He only hoped Theresa gets to see Terry in misery although he knew that she wouldn't wish pain on her worst enemy. That's just the type of person she is. She's sincere, honest and beautiful. Her beauty on the inside shines outward; to everyone she comes in contact with. He couldn't believe that she didn't have a boyfriend, not that he was complaining, because he wanted that title to be reserved for him. Boyfriend – he liked the sound of that. He never really was anyone's boyfriend nor cared to be until now. Hopefully, she would accept him as the person she cared for, even though he didn't deserve her. No one did in Fox's opinion. But hopefully, Theresa would be able to see something worthwhile in him.
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Theresa thought that things were finally beginning to go her way, or at least as much as it possibly could have gone. Luckily she was able to avoid Terry, Michael and Fox because she didn't have the courage or strength to face any of them; especially Fox. He was preoccupying her mind constantly and she hated it and hated him for it. And as much as she wanted to hate him, she couldn't. Just like how she couldn't hate him when she thought he was laughing at her at the park. He probably died of laughter and bragged to his friends about how she was so naïve that she believed the B.S. he fed her. 'What's so special...no...different about him? What makes me not hate him after all he did to her? Could it be her inability to hate people or the fact that she believed there is some good in everyone?' Theresa asked herself. Terry definitely put her optimistic outlook on people to the test. 'She has to have a speck of decency in her somewhere. No one could be that cruel can they?'
The sound of the last school bell brought her back to reality and to what dreaded she had to do. Once again, her inability to say no to people got her into another sticky situation. From now on, she planned to work on saying no when it was necessary. Swinging her bag over her shoulders, she walked to the auditorium. She would be collecting the tickets from the "horny boys" who wanted to get some action from the girls in the school – probably the most popular and beautiful girls were recruited. Once in awhile, she imagined what it would be like to be popular and have guys doting on her, but at the same time, she liked the fact that she didn't have to worry about trying to figure out who was truly liked her for her or just for her social status in the school. She also couldn't imagine not having Melissa in her life and the other people in her circle of close-knit friends.
As Theresa entered the auditorium with her thoughts still running through her mind at a rapid speed, she spotted a few of her friends in the back. After saying her quick hellos, she made her way to the front. Her heart skipped a beat when a pool of crystal blue eyes met her mocha ones. Suddenly, she forgot where she was and what she was about to do; phased by their encounter. Acting out different ways of show she should react when she saw Fox did not help. She knew it wouldn't when she did it, but hoped it would. Obviously, her idea failed.
Fox continued to stare into Theresa's doe eyes, willing her to see his soul. As he did so, he saw a mixture of shock, hurt, disappointment, sadness and desire, causing unbearable guilt to wash over him even though he knew he wasn't the one to blame. And soon, he hoped, Theresa would realize the same thing.
Unable to avert her eyes from the intense stare, she sensed that Fox was able to read her feelings; making her feel naked and exposed. Her emotions were going crazy, she wanted to slap him in the face, although she knew she could never do that to anyone, and at the same time, pull him into a loving embrace and kiss him passionately on the lips. 'No! This is Fox,' Theresa reminded herself. 'He's EVIL remember? EVIL with capital letters.'
Sensing Theresa's turmoil, Fox forced himself to break their eye-lock and walk towards the ASB members who were finishing the last preparation for the kissing booth.
Following Fox with her eyes, she watched as he held out a roll of yellow raffle tickets and pointed at Theresa. For the second time within the last minute, Theresa's pulse raced, at his acknowledgement towards her. She held her breath as she waited for him to bring the tickets to her, but was disappointed that he passed it to a short, plump guy who then preceded to hand her the roll of tickets. Taking the tickets, we walked overt to a table with a cash box. The girl watching the cash box, moved so Theresa could take her place. A long line was already forming. Theresa predicted that this charity event would be a huge success due to the ten young ladies she noticed were walking up to the stage; correction, nine young ladies and the Spawn of Satan. She couldn't forget their first encounter. The lack of respect and consideration for others she had were unacceptable to Theresa. Even though Terry helped Theresa realize what Fox and Michael were up to, she still didn't like that self-centered person. Grinding her teeth, Theresa refocused her attention to the task at hand. She was not going to let someone like that ruin her week more than she already had. Placing a smile on her face, she began collecting the money and handing out the raffle tickets.
Fox continued to watch Theresa when he thought she and Terry weren't looking. Although he debated on whether or not to hand her the raffle tickets personally, he decided against it; wanting to give her more time before he approached her and wanting to wait until she understood everything that was "really" going on. With that thought in mind, he looked at his watch and noticed that the event would start in a few minutes. Scrambling to finish the last minute details for the event, he prayed that his plans would work perfectly.
'Theresa, please see the truth.'
Wednesday approached rather slowly for both Fox and Terry. The snotty cheerleader couldn't wait to feel her love interest's lips upon hers once more. Fox was anxious to see the look on Terry's face when his plans become a reality or should he say nightmare for Terry. In any other circumstances, he never would have sunk to this level, but Terry definitely had it coming to her. Bad karma is a b!
He only hoped Theresa gets to see Terry in misery although he knew that she wouldn't wish pain on her worst enemy. That's just the type of person she is. She's sincere, honest and beautiful. Her beauty on the inside shines outward; to everyone she comes in contact with. He couldn't believe that she didn't have a boyfriend, not that he was complaining, because he wanted that title to be reserved for him. Boyfriend – he liked the sound of that. He never really was anyone's boyfriend nor cared to be until now. Hopefully, she would accept him as the person she cared for, even though he didn't deserve her. No one did in Fox's opinion. But hopefully, Theresa would be able to see something worthwhile in him.
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Theresa thought that things were finally beginning to go her way, or at least as much as it possibly could have gone. Luckily she was able to avoid Terry, Michael and Fox because she didn't have the courage or strength to face any of them; especially Fox. He was preoccupying her mind constantly and she hated it and hated him for it. And as much as she wanted to hate him, she couldn't. Just like how she couldn't hate him when she thought he was laughing at her at the park. He probably died of laughter and bragged to his friends about how she was so naïve that she believed the B.S. he fed her. 'What's so special...no...different about him? What makes me not hate him after all he did to her? Could it be her inability to hate people or the fact that she believed there is some good in everyone?' Theresa asked herself. Terry definitely put her optimistic outlook on people to the test. 'She has to have a speck of decency in her somewhere. No one could be that cruel can they?'
The sound of the last school bell brought her back to reality and to what dreaded she had to do. Once again, her inability to say no to people got her into another sticky situation. From now on, she planned to work on saying no when it was necessary. Swinging her bag over her shoulders, she walked to the auditorium. She would be collecting the tickets from the "horny boys" who wanted to get some action from the girls in the school – probably the most popular and beautiful girls were recruited. Once in awhile, she imagined what it would be like to be popular and have guys doting on her, but at the same time, she liked the fact that she didn't have to worry about trying to figure out who was truly liked her for her or just for her social status in the school. She also couldn't imagine not having Melissa in her life and the other people in her circle of close-knit friends.
As Theresa entered the auditorium with her thoughts still running through her mind at a rapid speed, she spotted a few of her friends in the back. After saying her quick hellos, she made her way to the front. Her heart skipped a beat when a pool of crystal blue eyes met her mocha ones. Suddenly, she forgot where she was and what she was about to do; phased by their encounter. Acting out different ways of show she should react when she saw Fox did not help. She knew it wouldn't when she did it, but hoped it would. Obviously, her idea failed.
Fox continued to stare into Theresa's doe eyes, willing her to see his soul. As he did so, he saw a mixture of shock, hurt, disappointment, sadness and desire, causing unbearable guilt to wash over him even though he knew he wasn't the one to blame. And soon, he hoped, Theresa would realize the same thing.
Unable to avert her eyes from the intense stare, she sensed that Fox was able to read her feelings; making her feel naked and exposed. Her emotions were going crazy, she wanted to slap him in the face, although she knew she could never do that to anyone, and at the same time, pull him into a loving embrace and kiss him passionately on the lips. 'No! This is Fox,' Theresa reminded herself. 'He's EVIL remember? EVIL with capital letters.'
Sensing Theresa's turmoil, Fox forced himself to break their eye-lock and walk towards the ASB members who were finishing the last preparation for the kissing booth.
Following Fox with her eyes, she watched as he held out a roll of yellow raffle tickets and pointed at Theresa. For the second time within the last minute, Theresa's pulse raced, at his acknowledgement towards her. She held her breath as she waited for him to bring the tickets to her, but was disappointed that he passed it to a short, plump guy who then preceded to hand her the roll of tickets. Taking the tickets, we walked overt to a table with a cash box. The girl watching the cash box, moved so Theresa could take her place. A long line was already forming. Theresa predicted that this charity event would be a huge success due to the ten young ladies she noticed were walking up to the stage; correction, nine young ladies and the Spawn of Satan. She couldn't forget their first encounter. The lack of respect and consideration for others she had were unacceptable to Theresa. Even though Terry helped Theresa realize what Fox and Michael were up to, she still didn't like that self-centered person. Grinding her teeth, Theresa refocused her attention to the task at hand. She was not going to let someone like that ruin her week more than she already had. Placing a smile on her face, she began collecting the money and handing out the raffle tickets.
Fox continued to watch Theresa when he thought she and Terry weren't looking. Although he debated on whether or not to hand her the raffle tickets personally, he decided against it; wanting to give her more time before he approached her and wanting to wait until she understood everything that was "really" going on. With that thought in mind, he looked at his watch and noticed that the event would start in a few minutes. Scrambling to finish the last minute details for the event, he prayed that his plans would work perfectly.
'Theresa, please see the truth.'