I'm soooo sorry that it took me a month to finally update. I'm like mentally slapping myself...sorry!
The Bet
"Whoa...this is your place? Nice loft."
I beamed at Troy's comment. I had spent a year decorating and refurbishing the place...just in case a special someone had came along and we decided to do a little something...
Troy moaned as more blood came out.
"Don't squeeze it! Oh my God...you're losing more blood." I ran to my cupboard and pulled out the sterile gauze bandages and bacitracin.
Troy collapsed on the couch. I pulled him up.
"What the hell are you doing Gabriella?"
"Don't you snap at me Troy, you're becoming paler every second!" I brought over a tub of water and stuck his leg into it.
Troy cried out in pain. "I am so going to kill Alycia if I ever see her again."
"Not if this kills you." I started to clean his cut.
With every move, he stared at me. After five minutes, I looked up and his eyes found mine.
"That's it. I give up." I put a curl behind my ear.
"No. Don't! Please finish." Troy begged.
"No I meant, why are you staring at me?" I asked demandingly.
He hesistated and then said, "I think you look pretty. That curl brings out your eyes..."
My body exploded with thoughts. One half was screaming, "KISS HIM! If he thinks you're still pretty after so many years, then he's worthwhile!"
The other half yelled, "He's not a virgin! Would your mom like that? Plus, he CHEATED ON YOU!"
"SHUT UP!" I shouted.
Troy immediately stopped complimenting me. "I'm...sorry."
We enabled another mental conversation.
I think I've fallen in love again.
Stop. Stop it! We're supposed to hate each other!
Why?
You cheated on me!
Gabriella, just give me a chance.
You're not a virgin!
I've never had sex.
Alycia said so.
Alycia only said that because she thought if she did then no one would take me away from her...but that failed. You came into the picture.
There was quiet moment and then I returned to finish cleaning his cut. After putting a gauze bandage, I sat down next to him.
Troy closed his eyes as if the gauze bandage did the trick.
"I...don't know what to say." I stated simply.
His hand crept towards mine.
They're so firm...flexible...strong...
I suddenly found my fingers tracing his abs.
Who's his basketball coach? I've got to thank him for what's basketball done to him...
He put both of his hands on my face.
"Do you...forgive me?" Troy whispered.
"I'm not sure if we're still meant to be. I mean, I'm still afraid you might cheat on me. There are a ton of pretty girls out there..." My voice trailed off.
"Then we'll make a bet." Troy removed his hands and folded it across his lap.
I rubbed my ear. "What?"
"If you can find the perfect guy, besides me, on next Saturday at 7pm, bring him to Gemini. If I can find the perfect girl, besides you, on next Saturday, I'll bring her to Gemini. If we fall in love with them...then we're not meant to be." Troy slowly said.
"What if we don't find anyone?" I asked.
"Then me and you are perfect." Troy took my hand.
I hesistated to respond. Troy looked at me intensely with his blue eyes.
"Okay, I'll do it. It sounds crazy, but I'll do it." I said.
Troy smiled. "We'll start, after I stay a night at your place?"
I nodded. "When your leg is made for walking, then you can leave."
When the curtains shone the daylight straight into my eyes, I groaned. Troy was going to leave this day.
I got up hesitantly and headed for the kitchen. Then I heard a stumble and a crash in Troy's room.
"YES!" Troy smiled at me when I came around the corner to see what was going on. He was definitely walking and his pride covered up the tears in his eyes. That was pain.
I clapped. "Yay the lame can finally walk!"
Troy rolled his eyes. As I made pancakes, Troy stared at me from across the counter.
Damn it, there he goes again. Glue your eyes to yourself!
I slapped down the spatula as Troy jumped.
"Can you please...roll your eyes up into your head?" I asked, closing my eyes in frustration.
Troy laughed. "Sure, gameplayer."
And then all of a sudden, it seemed like we were back in high school. His selfish boy immaturity came back and my shyness took over. It was just like high school, all over again.
Troy and I spent breakfast laughing over high school memories. When it was time for him to go, I dearly wanted him to stay. But he couldn't...because my stubborn self keeps telling me that we're not meant to be.
"Well...see you next Saturday." Troy said as he leaned in for a quick hug. During that moment, my heart melted into him. I had trouble restraining my tears...oh my God...why was I crying?
Troy wiped away my tears with his fingers. "I know we're supposed to be together. I'm sorry."
As the door slammed shut, I felt like crawling into the corner of my bedroom. I hate myself sooo much.
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