Chapter 5 is here! Maybe this will be longer. Hopefully! Thanks bunches to everyone who reviewed!!
Katie sat on Zack's bed, waiting until they had to go downstairs. Zack paced beside the bed, occasionally biting his bottom lip, a habit he'd been prone to ever since he was eight years old.
"Zack, could you please stop that? You're making me nervous." Katie said.
"You nervous? I'm scared to death!" He said. He stopped pacing and sat down beside her on the bed.
"What you did...scared the hell out of me. That was---way too dangerous. You could have----you. Could. Have. Died." He said. Katie looked down at her lap, and tried to avoid Zack's eyes. Everyone knew that if you looked in to those brown eyes for too long, you wouldn't be able to pull away. It's like, they put a spell on you, or something.
"Katie, look at me." He demanded.
She slowly turned her head to face him.
"I really want to help you. I can't help feeling as if this was completely, totally my fault."
"Oh—No! No, it wasn't your fault at all! Why would you say that?" She said.
"Well, you said...you didn't think you were good enough for me when you were at the hospital. Which isn't true, by the way!"
"I'm sorry. I just, thought I could get away with it without anyone noticing. Especially you."
"Oh my—Katie! Is that really what you wanted?! Think about it! No one there to help, and eventually, you'd get so sick, you'd either have to be hospitalized for God knows how long, or die!"
Tears were now flowing freely down Katie's face.
[Great job Zack, you made her cry.] He thought.
Katie tried to wipe her tears away out of guilt when she heard Zack sigh.
He was about to say something else, an apology, when, as if on cue, his mother called them downstairs.
Katie looked at him nervously, then watched as Zack stand up and offer her his hand.
Katie sat on Zack's bed, waiting until they had to go downstairs. Zack paced beside the bed, occasionally biting his bottom lip, a habit he'd been prone to ever since he was eight years old.
"Zack, could you please stop that? You're making me nervous." Katie said.
"You nervous? I'm scared to death!" He said. He stopped pacing and sat down beside her on the bed.
"What you did...scared the hell out of me. That was---way too dangerous. You could have----you. Could. Have. Died." He said. Katie looked down at her lap, and tried to avoid Zack's eyes. Everyone knew that if you looked in to those brown eyes for too long, you wouldn't be able to pull away. It's like, they put a spell on you, or something.
"Katie, look at me." He demanded.
She slowly turned her head to face him.
"I really want to help you. I can't help feeling as if this was completely, totally my fault."
"Oh—No! No, it wasn't your fault at all! Why would you say that?" She said.
"Well, you said...you didn't think you were good enough for me when you were at the hospital. Which isn't true, by the way!"
"I'm sorry. I just, thought I could get away with it without anyone noticing. Especially you."
"Oh my—Katie! Is that really what you wanted?! Think about it! No one there to help, and eventually, you'd get so sick, you'd either have to be hospitalized for God knows how long, or die!"
Tears were now flowing freely down Katie's face.
[Great job Zack, you made her cry.] He thought.
Katie tried to wipe her tears away out of guilt when she heard Zack sigh.
He was about to say something else, an apology, when, as if on cue, his mother called them downstairs.
Katie looked at him nervously, then watched as Zack stand up and offer her his hand.