A/N: Firstly I want to apologise for the bad formatting on all the chapters. FF never lets me format it the way I want and things go a little squiffy. I think it ruins the flow of the story. So sorry!
Also there is definitely at least one more chapter in this. Hope that's ok with everyone.
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Chapter 3
I can't believe that happened. Speechless is an understatement right now. It was meant to be just two friends hanging out. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Three hours earlier
Sparks trailed across her skin. Shivers raced up her spine. This was new. All very new. It felt dangerous. But in an exciting way. She clung to the hem of fitted black t-shirt, afraid of what would happen if she let go. Fingers tips traced curves of her body, running through the tangles of her brunette waves before finally settling, gripping, the sides of her face. Flames burned her lips and the fire spread as their tongues met.
Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, this new feeling disappeared. The sparks died, the shivers faded and the fire burned out. All that was left was the heat from the fingers still lingering on her cheeks.
"I shouldn't have done that."
She just stood there breathless. How had that happen? One minute they were just fooling around, laughing and joking like old friends. Then suddenly they were kissing. Her heart was pounding so loud it was deafening in the silence that followed. She released her grasp on the shirt and lowered the two hands that hugged her face.
"I should go."
She nodded in reply. It wasn't often she was speechless but this was most definitely on of those times.
She listened for the footsteps to fade down the stairs and the reassuring click of the front door before throwing herself on her bed.
Those ten seconds changed everything. One minute we're acquaintances on the verge of becoming friends. And quite possibly good friends at that. We were just two girls who share a mutual friend and interested. Nothing more, nothing less. Now what are we? What happens when we next meet?
I ball my fists up around my quilt. What did I want? Who did I want? Why am I even questioning this?
Okay, sure, I had always wanted him. Even when I denied it, a little part of me did. Even when we're fighting. Especially when he kisses me. And even when he is being a complete jerk and refusing to define what we are, I still want him.
But with Robbie it is different. Yes, she was attractive. Not in the obviously sort of way. In a hidden beauty type of way. Her grey eyes sparkle in a way that I would swear they are made of pure silver. They invite you in; you can not help but get along with her. Total opposite to Patrick's . Dark, mysterious, keeping you at a distant.
To quote Katy Perry (sadly), I kissed a girl and I like it. But what did that mean? Thinking about it just gives me goose bumps. And in a good way. Like when Patrick kisses me and I go weak at the knees.
Suddenly I am taken over by my (at times) uncontrollable rage. I don't know what to do. Or who to turn to. I can't stand to be in my room any longer. I need to clear my head. I need air.
The sea breeze hits me as soon as I step out of my car. It's refreshing, and just what I need. I haven't been here since the day I got suspended. It is the perfect escape.
The wind whips around me, so I pull my jacket tighter around me and head for the shore. It's pretty much deserted this evening. One lone figure is walking away from me with a dark bounding shape around their heels. I'm grateful. I could do with the peace.
I drop to the sand and stare out to the waves. They have an amazing calming effect. My heart rate finally returns to normal and I can breathe again without feeling like I'm hyperventilating.
I never thought one little kiss would have such an effect. Aren't these things usually laughed off straight away? Isn't that how it usually is on television? Some blondes would get a little too drunk and giggly before ending up making out. Then the next morning it's all forgotten, just put down to the alcohol and then they go back to sleeping their way through a fraternity. Not that I have any intentions for doing that.
Why doesn't this seem so simple for me? We didn't laugh it off. She ran away. And I was left confused. Certainly liking the kiss confused me. I'm not homophobic in anyway but had always assumed I wouldn't enjoy it. It wasn't something I was looking to try. So what does enjoying it mean? Was it something I wanted to do again? I don't know. With Patrick, there is always a desire to want to kiss him again. With Robbie? I don't know.
I needed someone to talk to. I tug my cell out if its home in my pocket and call Mandella.
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.
"Hi. I can't come to the phone right now. Leave a message and I'll call you back."
Damn it. She must be with 'Baby'. She is the one person who would understand how fucked up my head is right now.
I wonder how Robbie is feeling. She practically sprinted out of my house. Was she equally as confused? Had she wanted things to go furher? Had she planned this? It was her idea to meet. Don't be ridiculous Kat, she's only known you a day.
This isn't me. I am usually so sure of who I am. I know who I am. I am Katrina Stratford, heterosexual woman. So how did I let that happen?
I fall back on to the damp sand and stare up at the clouds. It's starting to get dark. I should really head home. I close my eyes for a moment to try and shut out the constant row of thoughts conflicting in my head.
"Thought I'd find you here." The deep voice falls onto me like a weight. I wasn't ready to face him yet and the last time spoke it wasn't on good terms. "Bianca said you'd gone out. And since you weren't at the cafe..."
"Do you want something Patrick?" I snap my eyes open, the sun shaded by this tall shadow looming over me.
"I thought we should talk." He sinks the sand next to me.
I close my eyes again; I don't need this. "Now isn't a good time," I sigh.
I can't look at him but I feel him move, the air next to me becoming cold very suddenly. "I just can't win can I?" It is hard to make out if those are the exact words he utters or if they are even being directed at me as each one fades away with every step he walks away from me.
