Chapter 3
"So," Rachel began, twiddling her fingers in sheer boredom, "I met a girl today. She was very fascinating."
This caught my attention. Ever since I met Kory, my mind has been completely hyper aware of any mention of a girl. It had turned into an obsession, and it was nagging and pulling at me like nothing had ever done. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her mocking face. Dreams and nightmares had become one. In dreams she was there, dancing and shimmering in front of me like the true wonder she was. In nightmares, she was there all the same. She just wasn't mine.
"What was her name?" I asked.
She ignored my question, staring out into space. "She sat next to me in art class. She asked to be my partner, so I said yes."
"And?"
"She was strange…different. She wasn't full of herself, even though she knew she was gorgeous. She didn't annoy the hell out of me. I liked her."
She sniggered at this, smiling for a split second. I asked for her name again, and she finally snapped out of her reverie. She looked down at me from the library table she was sitting on, staring directly into my eyes. She smiled wider, a knowing, teasing smirk.
"Kory Anders."
I had known it was her all along. But to hear her name come from someone's lips, to connect to her presence in some person-to-person way, made my heart stop beating. She had me hooked, and any mention of her had me in complete dream ecstasy.
Without thinking, I asked what first came to my head, "Did she say anything about me?"
Any normal person could have guessed then that I had met her, and I was interested in her. But the thing was that Rachel had known I had met her long before my little slipup. She knew I had met her, that I was interested in her. She, unlike anyone else, knew I was determined to have her.
Curse Rachel and her mind reading abilities….
"Why her?" she asked, not truly concerned. I just stared.
"Because…." I paused. There were no words to explain my true fascination with Kory Anders. The way she made me quake, in pleasure and fear. The way she was exotic and captivated my attention like no other girl ever had. The way she wasn't glamorous and self-centered, only interested in other things. "She's different."
Rachel stared at me, her violet eyes filled deep with something contemptuous. That look pierced into me, her words ringing in my ears, her thoughts clear in my mind. "She's never going to want you."
"And that makes me want her all the more."
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I couldn't believe I was actually standing here. Every inch of my body screamed at me to turn back, to leave her to peace. To give up.
I raised my hand to knock. Lightly rapping on her dorm door, I waited patiently for her to answer. One minute later, I knew I shouldn't have come. Two minutes later, I wanted to turn back. Three minutes later, I was ready to break down. Four minutes later, I was ready to break down her door. Five minutes later, I was still there. Six: she opened the door.
She was in pink robe, the shiny silk falling carelessly around her body. Her long crimson hair was pulled up into a messy bun, stray pieces of hair framing her flawless face. Her eyes…they made me shiver. She was staring blankly at me, as if she was staring at a wall. I couldn't stand it.
"Uh…," I tried, "hi."
"Hello," she said, her voice ringing high in my ears.
"I was wondering if you wanted to come with me to a club tonight. You never showed me around campus, so I guess it's up to me to get together with you." Stupid, but I said it.
She looked back into her room, staring at something for a moment before returning to meet my nervous stare. "I'm busy with my art right now…," she began, her eyes becoming softer and more thoughtful, "but I guess I could spare a night."
It took everything in my power not to scream for joy.
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Lost in the beat, I never realized the heat by my side had left. Lost in the hypnotic music, I never realized everyone around me was a blonde. Lost in the blinding lights, I never saw her dancing…without me.
Graceful and elegant, drawing the attention of everyone on the dance floor, she moved in a way I have never seen before. Her hips moved around and around, and I felt like I was staring at a whirlpool. And I was drowning in it. Pain, like I had never felt before, ripped my chest open. I wanted to cry, to run, to escape. But somehow, I ended up next to her, dancing against her.
The crowd cheered, singing along to the song. My hands were roaming restlessly and heatedly over her perfect body, pulling her as close as possible. She pulled away, twirling and dancing, mocking me until I was insane with desire. It was like a game of cat and mouse, and the cat never wins. Bumping, grinding, and twisting, it all seemed to make sense to me then.
Even though I knew I was never going to get my way. Like Rachel had said, she was never going to want me.
But that didn't stop me from wanting her.
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It started with the smallest of things. Kissing, smiling, laughing. It was simple and innocent, like waltzing with your best friend. But it turned into something more, as most things do. The kissing turned to fervent make-out sessions. The smiling turned into devious smirks. The laughing turned into ecstatic giggling. Then, you were in a tango with destiny. The path you chose would forever change every aspect of your life. Which path you chose, though, was not just up to you.
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I'm completely blank with this story. Someone help! Thanks to all the reviewers. Too lazy to put them up…
-Alien