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Chapter 12: Stranger.


The soft smell of overdosed perfume clung to the air like molasses. A soft feeling of sadness and longing filled her stomach; it was the feeling that had been jammed inside her heart, ever since she ran out on Gar. "Why did you make me do this, Kori?"

"It will be good for your physical happiness." The seat was hard plastic, and smelled of old tuna fish. Wrinkling her nose, Rachel hesitantly clambered into her seat. "I have never seen you thisdowncast before."

She scoffed, "I'm fine! I don't know why you would think that I'm unhappy."

"I have been your friend for a very longtime," Kori cried. "I believe that you have tingly feelings for Mr. Logan."

A low growl escaped from her throat. There was absolutely no way that she would ever like somebody like him. People like him broke hearts; after he got what he wanted, he would toss her into the trashcan like all his other girls. "No, I despise him. I never want to look at his hideous face again."

"If you say so." Kori whispered, staring at the floor. A loud crash filled the air, as a young man with a mustache came tumbling full throttle down the stairway. "Oh dear."

"What an idiot," she muttered. The way that the man tumbled down the stairs, reminded her instantly of Gar. She mentally slapped herself; she had tried to keep all thoughts of him out of her head, but no matter what she did, he was always probing her mind. "He's stupid, just like Mr. Logan."

"I shall make sure he is alright." Without a second though, Kori rushed over to the fallen stranger. The moment she reached him, she knew that he was a stranger no more.

Garfield Logan had a small mustache pasted over his mouth, and his face had been turned a lighter shade. It was his floppy, messy hair that automatically gave his identity away. The hat he had worn to hide his mane had fallen off in his fall. He whispered, "I'm okay."

"Friend Garfield, what are you doing here?" Kori alleged, helping him steady himself. "Rachel is still highly agitated."

Gar cried, "I love her! I won't give up, until she loves me back!"

"Glorious," Kori squealed. The world seemed to turn its head to stare at them, and she instantly began to blush. "I am most certain that she feels the same."

"Really?" He quickly glanced at Rachel to make sure that, she had not noticed him with his hat off. Giving away his cover this early would blow the whole night. Luckily, she had her head buried in a brochure. "God, I hope so."

"I am quite sure of it," Kori giggled. "I have not seen friend Rachel more disheartened, then she has been since she came home."

"I need you to help me," Gar asked. People began to send mulched looks his way, as he clogged up the hallway. "Can you pretend that I'm not, who I am?"

Starfire cheered, "It would be my pleasure, Mr. Logan."

"For tonight my name is George Hammock," Gar stated. "Don't forget."

"I shall not," Kori Anders smiled. Her smiles were the kind that blinded the whole room, leaving people around gazing in awe. "Do not worry!"

Excitement filled his stomach, he was finally going to talk to Rachel again. Gar said, "My seat is right next to yours."

"Splendid! We shall go there now, yes?" A wolf whistle echoed out of a young man's throat; he hooted at Kori like a dog in heat. A blush coursed through her face, but she refused to look up at the boy.

"Don't forget," he reminded. With the hat once again in his head, he marched voraciously towards the girl that he loved. Kori bounced excitedly behind him, and accompanied him at his side.

"Kori, you brought him over here!" A vicious snarl escaped her lips, as she glared at him. Even though her words were still malicious, she obviously didn't recognize him. "You already have a boyfriend, remember."

"Of course, friend Rachel." Another blush, soft and quick, painted Kori like a rag doll. "He is seated right next to you."

"Well, isn't that just great." She barked. Their was a deep, menacing poison resonating from her throat. She howled at the disguised man, "Don't talk to me."

"I wouldn't think about it," Gar whispered. 'This is going to be harder than I thought.'

She nodded, "Good."

Silently he forced his brain to cruise through all the facts he had memorized. In preparation for his plans, he had forced himself to study literature books and history books about authors. "I liked Jacob Maneuvers first novel, better than the rest of his works; what about you?"

"What did I say about talking," She growled.

Silence filled his brain. Come on Garfield, impress her with your male wit. "Sorry about that."

"Of course the first book is better, most of his other books were badly written." She responded, turning to eye him angrily.

"Not The Tempest and the Well!" He refuted. A feeling danced in his stomach like butterflies fluttering in the moonlight. "I loved that book."

"It's one of my least favorites." Even though she snapped at him, she didn't appear to be angry anymore. "It didn't have a story line."

"Yes, it did!" This was getting fun, her eyes were filling with that familiar fire that he loved so much. "It revolved around true love."

"The book was putrid," She snorted. "Nobody sticks around forever. They'll leave whenever they get a glimpse of greener pastures."

"Not everyone is like that." A soft smile played across his lips, he almost reached over to grab her hand. "Some lovers will stay around for forever."

"I highly doubt that," she responded. "What did you say your name was?"

Gar stuck out his hand, "The name's George Hammock."

"Surprisingly, I am actually pleased to meet you." Even the simple of feeling of her hand against his made his stomach seem to drop down to his feet. "I'm Rachel Roth."

"Yeah, I know" Trying to rub the blush from his face, he found himself smiling at her. "I saw you at the library a few weeks ago. You're a clerk there, right?"

She was surprised how easily she trusted the stranger, it was his eyes that drew her to him. The empty feeling she had been feeling the last couple days, disappeared on swift wings. "I was a librarians assistant, but I quit."

"Why did you quit," he asked. If she actually despised his guts, then this would be her chance to say it. "You seem to know books pretty well."

"I got into a fight with my friend." Those eyes were drawing her in once again. She was like metal, and he was like a magnet. Everything she did seemed to draw her closer to him. "I cared a lot about him."

He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. A cord of energy seemed to be drawing the pair closer and closer together. Their upper bodies seemed to get closer to each other with every word spoken. "Is he your boyfriend?"

"No, but I owe him my life." Every word she spoke made her heart pound. It almost felt like she was talking to Gar, staring into his amazing green eyes. Maybe that's why she was so trusting of George; his eyes were identical to Garfield's green orbs.

"I see." His body leaned forward until their torso's were nearly touching. Everything seemed to happen so fast, his fingers were already intertwining with her purple strands of hair. "You smell nice."

"You remind me of him." Before she knew what happened, the strangers lips smoothly slid onto her own. Instead of pulling away, she found her own arms wrapping around his neck. Taking this as acceptance, he pulled her closer and deepened the kiss. His tongue softly eased its way into her mouth, exploring the new terrain with gentle grace.

They pulled away, and he made his eyes search her own. "Well, that was nice."

"I'm sorry," she blushed. Every inch of her body was turning red. 'What the hell just happened? I know the guy for five minutes, and I already have my tongue down his throat.'

He looked at her happily. "No, it was really my fault."

"Friends, that was splendid!" Kori giggled, clapping her hands in triumph. They both blushed in realization, and Rachel focused her eyes on the floor. This was turning out to be a very unusual night for both of them.


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