Chapter Five
Paige knocked on Matt's apartment door. She swung a blonde piece of hair behind her shoulder and adjusted her black shirt. Matt opened the door enough to poke his head through.
"Oh, hey!"
"Hey," Paige smiled, "...are you gonna let me come in?"
"Right." Matt replied.
He ran his hand through his hair and opened the door wider. Paige walked in to discover thick clouds of smoke and three guys, roughly Matt's age, completely stoned. Matt grabbed her arm and led her near the kitchen area.
"Heyyyyy, who's the pretty lady?" said one guy.
Matt turned to look at him
"Shut up, Ben."
He turned back to Paige.
"I'm sorry... I forgot..."
Paige, still a look of confusion upon her face, questioned Matt. She then noticed the drugs on the kitchen counter.
"What the hell is going on?"
Matt could feel his friends staring at him, so he grabbed Paige's arm and forced her position to change, so her back would be facing the guys. He leaned over her shoulder.
"We do it for the money, okay?"
Paige, in complete disbelief, slapped Matt right across the face.
"Fuck you." she bitterly replied.
She made her way across the room, angrily stomping her feet and grabbed the doorknob, as another guy spoke.
"Leaving so soon, Blondie? The party's just starting!"
Then all three guys burst into laughter.
Paige removed her hand from the knob and turned around.
"Get a life. All of you. You're pathetic."
"Paige, wait." Matt called.
"Shut up," Paige replied, "I trusted you..."
Then she opened and slammed the door shut, withholding tears.
Fifteen minutes later, she was nearly 5 blocks away from her home. She was one driveway away from passing Spinner's house and as she approached, she could hear him outside.
"Dammit!" he said to no one in particular.
Spinner was looking under the hood of his car with a flashlight, oblivious that Paige had stopped and was staring at him.
Giving up, he finally closed the hood, leaving the job for tomorrow during daylight. He wiped his hands on a dirty cloth that rested in his pocket.
He turned and saw Paige. Confused, he called out her name.
"Paige?"
"... sorry" she said, and started to walk away.
Spinner jogged to catch up.
"Paige!"
She turned around as the light from the streetlight reflected on her face. He noticed the tears shining, and he stepped closer.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Paige looked down, embarrassed. Spinner used his index finger and brought her chin up.
"Who did this?" he angrily asked, vowing revenge.
"It d-d-doesn't mat-t-t-ter..." Paige stuttered.
"Yes, it does." he answered, fitting his hand around her cheek. She turned into it, and he wiped her tears.
"Why?" she asked, looking up at him.
Spinner looked into her eyes, and could only find one way to answer. He leaned in, brushing his lips onto hers. He found the contours of her mouth as he wrapped his arms around her. Paige put her hands tenderly on his face, passionately kissing him back.
Ashamed at what he had just done, he stepped back.
"Now it's my turn to be sorry..." he said, looking down.
"What are you sorry for? I didn't stop you..."
"Because... I had my chance with you already..."
Paige approached him, taking his hands into hers.
"I believe in second chances."
"I don't deserve it" Spinner admitted.
Nevertheless, he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her, unwilling to let her go, afraid to lose her again.
