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I fervently paced her room, awaiting her boyfriend, Andrew, to come and pick her up for my prom.
It was the biggest night of hmyer sullen, problematic life. I had gotten dressed in an extremely and unecessarily beautiful dress; it was a mystifying black with strange designs cut in with white. My blood red hair was down, and curled, with little beads put in to carress my tresses.
As I walked moodily back and forth, I thought I heard a call.
"Yeeaaah?!" I yelled down, but was greeted by a stunning Andrew.
"I'm right here." he murmured in his serene voice as I stumbled backward.
But when I opened my crimson eyes, he was gone. There was a knock on the door.
"...Huh? Ohhh not again!" I cursed myself as I blushed furiously.
"Coming!" I called, expecting Andrew. I opened the door, revealing a cute, athletic, brown-haired boy with green eyes and a muscular build. He was smiling, and hiding something behind his back.
"Oh, hi David. Sorry, I'm just waiting for Andrew...I'll go get my dad for you if she want." I went scarlet again as he grinned. He was the neighbourhood mechanic, and my dad's old car had broken down once more.
"Nope. No need. I'm not here to see him." he said in a soft voice, and I looked up from her delirium. Suddenly, David was serious. "Andrew told Samantha, who told Maxine, who told Janie, who told Tom, who told....yeah soon the news reached me. Andrew is out of town, now. His senior girlfriend from Kansas came back from Thailand, so he wanted to go visit her. I'm...really sorry." David said, then smiled blissfully.
"Oh..." I just felt like I'd been scorned, which made David feel extremely bad and piteous.
"I came to see if you would join me. I'm going alone to the prom----"
"YOU! Alone?! What?!" I yelled, but felt my face heat up once more as he looked stunned, and a touch scared. He was the handsomest boy in their grade; he was beyond handsome. He was almost...unobtainably unreal.
"Uh...yeah...um.....what was I saying? Oh, right. Well, I was wondering...if you would come along with me? I mean...as friends." he said, rambling, but I had lost him after "come along." He wanted me to come with him! HE wanted ME! Of any other girl!
I cleared her throat apprehensively, despite my urge to jump joyfully into his arms. Forget about the sting of regret and despair that she felt a moment ago; I was going to the prom with DAVID.
"As friends...." I repeated dreamily, then gathered myself.
"I'd love to, An-David." I said, smiling up at him. He looked relieved, and less tense than before.
Then I realized something at that moment.
David was out of his dirt-stained, usual white work shirt. The one where his muscles were accented wonderfully. And out of his ripped and torn, fuel-streaked jeans, into nice black ones. And he was in a tux...a TUX! His white shirt underneath the jacket was unbuttoned halfway, giving everyone a peek at his marvelously toned and muscular chest.
"Okay...my car broke down. Maybe we should go quickly, so we reach there before tomorrow..." David muttered the last bit, so I could barely hear him, but smiled down at me again, putting his slender arm around my shoulders, making my heart beat out of control.
"Let's go." I said, her statement more of a question, my pale face flushed.
After they had reached the school, I was in complete devastation. Several times David had attempted making conversation, and when I tried to answer intellegently, a compliment on his body or clothes somehow slipped out.
Soon, catching on, David created a game of it. But I found it humourless and dry, becauseI felt he was almost mocking me.
As he chuckled to himself, I tripped fifteen times in the two blocks on our way from my house to the highschool. One of my heels broke, and I had a bleeding cut on my left knee, just underneath a slight rip on my dress.
Twice I had been left in tears- twice he had to stop and comfort me. And twice I found myself a tempting inch from his perfect face.
"I'm...sorry I caused you trouble." You probably wish you let me be.
"No, no trouble." he said, and pulled me into the gymnasium, decorated according to a cross between a circus and a disco. Then he began to dance.
Everything was a blur. And I was having the time of my life.
By the time we made it outside, I was giggling and flirting with David again. He was laughing and smiling as we began walking down the street, not empty any longer as the other couples began to make their way home.
Suddenly, out of the blue, there was a shout.
"Hey, Rach!" It was Andrew. I turned, feeling like a child caught drawing on the wall. With permanent pen. David looked calmly at Andrew.
"What's going on here?" Andrew demanded from David, and I stepped in as Andrew looked venomously and jealously at David.
"Andrew, stop. It's just David. At least HE isn't visiting his older girlfriend while still having plans." I said, voice rising higher with every syllable. I felt a soothing, but rough, hand on my shoulder.
"Calm down, Rachel. He's just fired up." David said quietly, but Andrew started at him, pushing me to the ground as he punched David squarely in the stomach.
"Rachel!" David shouted in warning. I was on the ground, my ankle twisted at an awkward angle.
I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. Andrew was captain of the pro-wrestling team, and also the strongest male figure in our school. He was notorious for picking fights with those who might be better, or who might threaten his post and title as school bully and protective boyfriend.
David, on the other hand, though strong, was weak in comparison to Andrew, or so I thought.
"Why're you hanging out with this joke, anyway?" Andrew challenged, and I felt tears sting my eyes; not just in the pain of my strained and maybe broken leg, but in the guilt and shame I suddenly felt.
David looked calm, and straightened himself up. "C'mon, Rachel, I'll bring you home. Andrew, come back when your not drunk, okay bud?" he asked soothingly, and I almost stood, but my ankle stopped me. With incredible ease, David pulled me up, into his arms, like I would a toddler.
"Let her go!" Andrew snarled, and I felt my blood boil with anger, threatening to explode. I thrashed and tried to free myself from David's grip, so I could fight back with Andrew, but David kept his hold on me, even when Andrew hit him with a loud thwack on the back of his head. David's green eyes were invisible under the fringe of his hair as his head was slightly bent, but no matter what Andrew taunted or insulted or physically inflicted upon the boy, David did not fight back. His walk was steady as he walked me home.
When we reached my house, Andrew was silently following us in the car, glaring at David, but looking apologetically at me. How he could manage to maintain both emotions in one expression mystified me, but I jumped out of David's arms, forgetting my fractured leg, and marched (actually limped...fiercely and with a purpose though) towards the open window of his car. I leaned down to sneer at his face, and, on impulse, slapped him. Where my hand whipped across his face was a reddening, purplish mark in the making.
"You're going to regret that." he growled in a low tone of voice, but he was glaring at David, not me.
"No, I am going to NOT regret this." I corrected, then made my painstaking journey of five feet back to my front door.
David looked like he'd just been hit, then smiled at me kindly.
"Dammit, David!!!" I heard Andrew shout as he drove past us, middle finger outstretched and pointed at David.
"I had a really nice time..." I said timidly, ignoring the horribly insulting hand gesture.
David nodded, and said blankly, "I'll be absent from school tomorrow." and then suddenly, he was gone. I stood there, slightly hurt, and extremely confused.
I was caught between the mysterious and glorious David, or the cute, outgoing, popular Andrew. But I was sure both were monsters.
 Tilly_Witch · Mon May 07, 2007 @ 11:59pm · 0 Comments |
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