Chapter 6
The raven-haired beauty was standing at the entrance of Cole's room with a mortified look on her face.
Everything stopped…it was like time was frozen…then returned to reality slowly. Cole turned his head and his facial expression completely changed from bliss to shock. Phoebe on the other hand was taking by complete surprise. She scooted aside abruptly to pull the cover to her chest.
"Uh," was the only thing Cole could utter.
The girl clenched her teeth and slammed the door shut.
Cole quickly climbed off Phoebe and put on his clothes.
"Sorry," Cole panted as he got changed, "I didn't mean for this to happen."
Her eyes just popped in surprised then her mind returned to its senses. What did she expect? For him to stay next to her and tell her he loves her? Or that he had been wanting her for a long time? She just watched him get dressed and his every moment as she gripped the lining of the cover tighter to her body—resulted in the tingles that were coursing through her hands. Feeling all of the aftermath emotions hitting her all at once, she felt choked up, but sucked it all back in.
Cole quickly pulled his shirt over his head and ran off after the girl, leaving Phoebe sitting alone in the dark.
Getting up, Phoebe got dressed and fixed her hair.
Meanwhile downstairs Cole looked around, asking his buddies for the raven-haired girl. Nowhere to be seen, Cole ran out to the porch as he heard the screech of tires backing out of his driveway.
"Bella!" He called. "Fuck!" He cursed softly to himself and slammed the door.
"Hey, what's up?" Jason marched over with a cup of some sort of beverage in hand.
"Nothing." Cole sighed.
"Phoebe!" Jade's voice came booming through the hallway. "Hey, have you seen Phoebe?" Jade directed the question towards Cole.
He thought a little then answered, with a bit of hesitation, "Last time I saw her, she was about to use the phone to call her mom."
"I knew it!" Jade claimed, "Is she still up there?"
Before answering, Cole turned his head as he saw a shadow coming down the stairs; Jade turned as well, to see Phoebe coming down the stairs, followed by Hannah.
"You little thief." Hannah blurted out, "What were you doing in Cole's room?"
"I don't have to answer to you." Phoebe spat, as she spotted Jade, Cole, and Jason standing by the door. She rushed over to Jade and avoided making eye-contact with Cole.
"My mom said to wait outside for her." Phoebe told Jade, then walked past Cole, and headed outside.
Standing tall and looking around, Phoebe pushed every emotion she felt back in the back of her mind. Though, she wasn't being very subtle about her how she was feeling: she kept on taking deep breaths, fidgeting her fingers, licking her lips, and adjusting her posture.
"Phoebe!" Jade called while she tapped Phoebe's right shoulder.
"Hi," Phoebe said.
"Are you ok?" Jade asked, in concern.
"Yeah," she answered, and gave Jade a half-a-decent smile. "So, what did it go with Jason?"
"Great," Jade replied, pursed her lips and smiled, "Uh, do you mind if I stay back?"
"What?" Phoebe asked, "Yes, I do mind. I'm responsible for you."
"I'll get Jason to give me a ride back to your house." Jade suggested.
"No," Phoebe answered, agitatedly.
"Please, Phoebe," Jade pleaded, "just a couple more hours."
Phoebe sighed and thought it would be a good, since she could use some time to herself.
"I suppose." Phoebe said hesitated.
"Oh, thank you!" Jade said, giving her a big hug. "You want me to wait with you till your mom gets here?"
"It's ok," Phoebe declined the offer, "You go ahead and be inside."
Jade squeezed Phoebe's should a bit, gave Phoebe a smile, headed back inside, she whispered, "Thank you."
Moments later, Phoebe's mother's car pulled up on the front driveway. Phoebe looked back at the front door uncertain whether it was the right thing to do to leave Jade alone. But then again, she would like to have sometime with herself to absorb what had happened. She hopped down the steps and quickly got in the car.
Not a moment to think, Phoebe's mother blatantly asked where was Jade's whereabouts. Phoebe told her Jade wanted to hang around a bit longer and she would be over later. Her mother wasn't too thrilled with the idea, but gave up after a short lived argument with Phoebe. They would have gone on all night, and Phoebe will never give up the fight.
While all of this took place, Cole retreated to his party, and tried to enjoy himself. However he kept thinking of what had happened. He felt guilty for what took place a little more than 30 minutes ago, he didn't mean for it to happen; it was all hazy to him, but then again everything was. Lessons were never learned, at least to him—he never stop to think for a moment. He has always been an irrational person, never seeing things through, he just goes with the moment; but then again he was just a hormonal teenager.
Acting as if she was fine with everything she made small chats with her mother covering up her obvious distress. And as soon as they arrived home, a sudden feeling of relief rushed through her. She couldn't wait to get up to her room, where she would be all by herself. Have a moment to sulk things in, she closed the door behind her, and everything in that moment just became a slow motion. She could hear the grandfather clock down in the living room chime, and every ding was an eternity times ten.
Turning to look out the window, the only clear sight was the blue moon barely hanging onto the dark mystic night. Her vision suddenly became a blur, and her chest was buried with massive weight, dragging her down to the floor. She took a deep breathe and shut her eyes tightly and exhaled slowly to extract the toxic weight.
The raven-haired beauty was standing at the entrance of Cole's room with a mortified look on her face.
Everything stopped…it was like time was frozen…then returned to reality slowly. Cole turned his head and his facial expression completely changed from bliss to shock. Phoebe on the other hand was taking by complete surprise. She scooted aside abruptly to pull the cover to her chest.
"Uh," was the only thing Cole could utter.
The girl clenched her teeth and slammed the door shut.
Cole quickly climbed off Phoebe and put on his clothes.
"Sorry," Cole panted as he got changed, "I didn't mean for this to happen."
Her eyes just popped in surprised then her mind returned to its senses. What did she expect? For him to stay next to her and tell her he loves her? Or that he had been wanting her for a long time? She just watched him get dressed and his every moment as she gripped the lining of the cover tighter to her body—resulted in the tingles that were coursing through her hands. Feeling all of the aftermath emotions hitting her all at once, she felt choked up, but sucked it all back in.
Cole quickly pulled his shirt over his head and ran off after the girl, leaving Phoebe sitting alone in the dark.
Getting up, Phoebe got dressed and fixed her hair.
Meanwhile downstairs Cole looked around, asking his buddies for the raven-haired girl. Nowhere to be seen, Cole ran out to the porch as he heard the screech of tires backing out of his driveway.
"Bella!" He called. "Fuck!" He cursed softly to himself and slammed the door.
"Hey, what's up?" Jason marched over with a cup of some sort of beverage in hand.
"Nothing." Cole sighed.
"Phoebe!" Jade's voice came booming through the hallway. "Hey, have you seen Phoebe?" Jade directed the question towards Cole.
He thought a little then answered, with a bit of hesitation, "Last time I saw her, she was about to use the phone to call her mom."
"I knew it!" Jade claimed, "Is she still up there?"
Before answering, Cole turned his head as he saw a shadow coming down the stairs; Jade turned as well, to see Phoebe coming down the stairs, followed by Hannah.
"You little thief." Hannah blurted out, "What were you doing in Cole's room?"
"I don't have to answer to you." Phoebe spat, as she spotted Jade, Cole, and Jason standing by the door. She rushed over to Jade and avoided making eye-contact with Cole.
"My mom said to wait outside for her." Phoebe told Jade, then walked past Cole, and headed outside.
Standing tall and looking around, Phoebe pushed every emotion she felt back in the back of her mind. Though, she wasn't being very subtle about her how she was feeling: she kept on taking deep breaths, fidgeting her fingers, licking her lips, and adjusting her posture.
"Phoebe!" Jade called while she tapped Phoebe's right shoulder.
"Hi," Phoebe said.
"Are you ok?" Jade asked, in concern.
"Yeah," she answered, and gave Jade a half-a-decent smile. "So, what did it go with Jason?"
"Great," Jade replied, pursed her lips and smiled, "Uh, do you mind if I stay back?"
"What?" Phoebe asked, "Yes, I do mind. I'm responsible for you."
"I'll get Jason to give me a ride back to your house." Jade suggested.
"No," Phoebe answered, agitatedly.
"Please, Phoebe," Jade pleaded, "just a couple more hours."
Phoebe sighed and thought it would be a good, since she could use some time to herself.
"I suppose." Phoebe said hesitated.
"Oh, thank you!" Jade said, giving her a big hug. "You want me to wait with you till your mom gets here?"
"It's ok," Phoebe declined the offer, "You go ahead and be inside."
Jade squeezed Phoebe's should a bit, gave Phoebe a smile, headed back inside, she whispered, "Thank you."
Moments later, Phoebe's mother's car pulled up on the front driveway. Phoebe looked back at the front door uncertain whether it was the right thing to do to leave Jade alone. But then again, she would like to have sometime with herself to absorb what had happened. She hopped down the steps and quickly got in the car.
Not a moment to think, Phoebe's mother blatantly asked where was Jade's whereabouts. Phoebe told her Jade wanted to hang around a bit longer and she would be over later. Her mother wasn't too thrilled with the idea, but gave up after a short lived argument with Phoebe. They would have gone on all night, and Phoebe will never give up the fight.
While all of this took place, Cole retreated to his party, and tried to enjoy himself. However he kept thinking of what had happened. He felt guilty for what took place a little more than 30 minutes ago, he didn't mean for it to happen; it was all hazy to him, but then again everything was. Lessons were never learned, at least to him—he never stop to think for a moment. He has always been an irrational person, never seeing things through, he just goes with the moment; but then again he was just a hormonal teenager.
Acting as if she was fine with everything she made small chats with her mother covering up her obvious distress. And as soon as they arrived home, a sudden feeling of relief rushed through her. She couldn't wait to get up to her room, where she would be all by herself. Have a moment to sulk things in, she closed the door behind her, and everything in that moment just became a slow motion. She could hear the grandfather clock down in the living room chime, and every ding was an eternity times ten.
Turning to look out the window, the only clear sight was the blue moon barely hanging onto the dark mystic night. Her vision suddenly became a blur, and her chest was buried with massive weight, dragging her down to the floor. She took a deep breathe and shut her eyes tightly and exhaled slowly to extract the toxic weight.