Day 1 - Part Two (cont.)


My heart was beating hard.  Not fast, but hard.  Hard enough to shake my body.

I couldn�t even pull my eyes away until a stab of pain shot up my back when another pin pricked my skin as the woman tried to figure out how tightly I could be squeezed into the fabric.

I must of squeaked in pain because Angie spun around and studied me for a second before rushing over to my side, her eyes never leaving my back.

Oh no, you can not give me a hard time.

�Since when do you have a tattoo?!�

I rolled my eyes.

I appreciated, however, a change from the silent conversation Nick was trying to engage me in with his eyes even if it meant pointless nagging.

�Since my birthday, but why does it matter?  Don�t you have a few?�

Angie looked flustered as she turned to a slightly bemused Nick for help.

�Well yeah, but your parents will kill you!�

And that�s why they don�t know.

�I�m old enough to get one.  My parents will deal.  Plus I�m not going to live there much longer.�

Thankfully.

Angie rolled her eyes before turning back to Nick, suddenly covered in haughty attitude.

�So why are you in here?�

He looked perplexed by the question.

�He probably was sent to get a glimpse of your dress so he could report back to Mike.�

I met his eyes in the mirror, nearly breaking down when I saw the shy half-smile on his face.

�Well, you can tell him he�s just going to have to wait.  I�ve already finished that.�

Nick�s face fell.

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No!  That means I have to leave!!  I don�t want to leave!

She�s too beautiful to leave.

God I�ve missed her.

�Um� okay.�

Angie watched me as I made a jackass out of myself, staring at Kara even though I knew I should leave.

�You act like you�ve never seen a girl in her bra before.�

No, I have.  Just not Kara.  That makes all the difference.  She�s not just some random girl.

Defenseless, I finally let Angie push me out of the room after Kara met my eyes once more, a look of sadness covering her pale face.

I�m going to make you love me.

If I have to lock you up in my house for months, I�ll do it; by the time you leave here, you�re going to love me.



�I miss you
I miss being overwhelmed by you
And I need rescue
I think I�m fading away.�
Part Three
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