Lucky for me, I'm an athlete. After all, what's a BSC meeting without Madam President? Unlucky for me, it was winter and Stoneybrook had recently gotten snow.
As I rounded the corner, making it to my home stretch, I slipped. I blame the ice. Down I went, right into a snowbank. And right in front of the last person I ever wanted to see while I was in such a predicament.
He sauntered towards me, the tell-tale smirk ever present on his face. When he reached me, he stopped and looked me over, grinning at my situation. He offered a gloved hand, which I gladly accepted. With a quick tug I was back on my feet.
"Kristy," said he.
"Cary," said I.
My watch beeped, signifying 5:30. My eyes darted to my destination, half a block away. Cary stood grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Clearly, he was enjoying this.
Well two can play at his game. I leaned in, stood on my toes, and pressed my lips against his. I held this position for a few seconds, then pulled away. I flashed my best smile, then continued my sprint to Claudia's house, laughing the whole time.
A quick glance over my shoulder showed Cary, a smile on his face, shaking his head as he turned to leave. A quick glance at my watch showed that I was two minutes late. But that didn't matter.
What mattered was that I, Kristy Thomas, actually had the last word. And I had left Cary Retlin speechless. But I'll give Cary one thing: Complications do make life more interesting.