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Chapter 15 Flashback

Carmelita sat down at the Café and ordered a soup. She was deep in remembrance (it could be a word) when it came she didn't notice it for quite a while.

Red Alert! Red Alert! Mayday! It's a flashback!

Carmelita was 18, and preparing for her senior prom. She was finishing her make-up and waiting for her date to come. Fred Keller, her current boyfriend. They had been going out for about two years. It had been quite an amazing time too. Now they both had dreams of becoming officers for Interpol. They would work side by side to keep people in line, what a life that would be.

Fred pulled up in his fathers truck, as his was in for repairs. Carmelita put on the finishing touches and went down the stairs to find he was in the entry way greeting her parents. He was a lean wolf, with dark grey fur. He was as tall as her, and not much wider. "Hello, you look…stunning, really." She was wearing a black dress that tied around the back of the neck. She still had her ears pierced like she later would. Her high-heeled shoes were black. She really was quite stunning.

"Shall we go?" Carmelita asked to get Fred out of his dazed state.

"As long as you're ready" Fred held up an arm and escorted her out of the house and down to the truck.

"Damn, my dad left the beer in here. Let's hope no one sees it." Fred said as they climbed in. He never much liked liquor, or his alcoholic dad. They climbed in and headed out for their prom. They hoped it would be quite an evening. They weren't going to like how right they were.

They pulled into the parking lot, and Fred opened Carmelita's door for her. They received some looks of what-a-cute-couple, and more looks of jealousy from guys who wanted to get some "action" with her, she always called them perverts. They also got jealous looks from other couples who always hated the way most people who weren't jealous of them called them such a cute couple.

They entered the main prom room, with dance floor and punch bowl. They received more looks, but ignored them as usual.

"May I have this dance?" Fred was asking, holding out one hand to her.

"If you think you can keep up." Carmelita responded as she took his hand, and they took to the dance floor during a fast paced tango. It was a sort of romantic game to dance to waltzes, tangos, etc. until one of them gave in. Both were very good dancers, and had once danced 28 times straight until Fred gave in.

The prom was not going to one of their more fierce competitions though. It was going to be more romantic than game. They danced into the center floor, where they were followed by more looks of cute couple and jealousy. They had been dancing for a half an hour when they shared a long kiss, with everyone, and I mean everyone watching them.

"Hey, do you mind if I go to bathroom?" Fred asked.

"Trying to get away from me are you? Of course you can."

Fred walked off to the bathroom. Carmelita went over to the punch bowl, where she met Alex, the school quarterback. He had been after her for two years, starting right after she started dating Fred.

"Hello beautiful, maybe after the prom you could join me in my limousine. The driver won't hear anything." Alex said in a smooth voice.

"I have a boyfriend and I'm committed, which you don't seem to know the meaning of."

"You're committed, but is he?" Alex said as he looked over at the bathroom. Carmelita turned around and saw Fred with another woman's tongue down his throat. Tina, the school slut had her tongue down Fred's throat.

Carmelita stomped her way over there in time to see Fred break the kiss and look at Tina with a face of disgust. She didn't consider it though; she just walked up, punched not slapped Fred in the face.

Fred stepped back, and gave her a pleading look.

"She kissed me." He tried to explain to her. The rest of the prom had stopped to watch them.

"Keep away from me you pervert!" Carmelita yelled as she ran to the parking lot. Of course, Alex was waiting for her next to a limousine

"Would you like me to give you a ride home?" he asked in that same smooth voice.

"NO!" she yelled as she ran through the parking lot, crying. Her house was only a mile away. She ran all the way there. Her parent's asked her what was wrong, and she told them.

Back at the parking lot, Alex confronted Fred and he chased out after Carmelita. "You, if you hadn't asked her out first, I could have already done her, and I would be a legend at this school, but it's always about you and Carmelita, and what a cute couple you were"

"You're behind this, you know what, I don't have time to deal with this." Fred said as he went over to his truck and drove to Carmelita's house

"Oh my god, but he was so nice." Her mother said "Go to your room and think it all out."

Carmelita nodded, and went up to her room. She jumped in her bed and cried. All men were jerks, even ones that seemed as nice as Fred.

As she lay crying, her parents heard someone knock on the door. Carmelita's father opened the door to see a tear stained Fred standing on the doorstep.

"I didn't cheat on Carmelita." He pleaded. "Please let me talk to her."

"Go away; you've caused enough trouble tonight." Carmelita's father told him as he shut the door. Fred walked back to his truck and fifteen minutes later drove off.

Whew, now that that's over, end flashback.

Carmelita snapped back to reality. Fred had shown who he really was that night. He even had the nerve to show up at her house.

For the first time, Carmelita noticed her soup, which had been delivered to her two hours ago. Nobody at the café thought they should interrupt her. When she noticed her lunch break had taken two hours, she ran out of the café. She returned a minute later to pay for the soup.

When Carmelita got back to work, Kyle was gone.

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