�We�ll find our friends and tell �em about the hook up spot on floor 13.� He�ll say to you as you walk into the elevator.
      �Yeah between the diet coke and ice machines.� Your back will hit the wall as you turn to face him. �Where to?� He looks over to you before sliding down the wall. Your hand idles over the number pad, waiting for his answer.
      �Lets just chill.� And you�ll slide down to meet him on the floor. Extending your leg near his hoping to God he�ll bless you with a physical sensation. �How many times have you come to this shindig?�
      �This is my third time.�
      �So your not a virgin here.�
      �But you are.� You joke with him as you two sit together once more today. You just met him today, but hanging out in the South Tower elevator doesn�t feel like a big deal. It�s just another place to talk.
      �You couldn�t have been that freaked out about sex.� He finally says to you.
      �No one says it that bluntly at my school.�
      �Bullshit. Your roommates were talking about it earlier. You were green but handling it.�
      �Billy, they were talking about wanting to rape me.�
      �Eh, we all want to.�
      �I went with your friends so I wouldn�t get raped,� you�ll try to remind him.
      �You went with a bunch of guys so you wouldn�t get raped� that�s smart.� His hand finds its way to his hair, and you can�t stop staring. He looks you over with those ice blue orbs called eyes before his mouth forms the right words. �Who was trying to rape you again?"
      "The girls from my school."
      "Don�t you mean the guys?" You�ll shake your head no before he starts speaking again. �Why?�
      �Can�t say.� Your eyes will wonder to the top corner of the elevator stopping where the wood siding stops and the mirror ceiling starts.
      �Your thinking.�
       �What gave it away?�
      �Your eyes are saying what the fuck to your brain. Spill.� He will say to you.
      �Funny how if I didn�t have a boyfriend I�d want to go out with you.�
      �I�d want a boyfriend like me too. Are you ever going back to your friends?�
      �The drama queens are trying to rape me.�
      �Oh yeah� So no?�
      �Bingo.�
      �Did you just say �Bingo�?�
      �What do you expect?� You will bat your eyelashes at him.
      �Should have guessed.� You�ll watch how his hand moves through his hair. Study how his hair always finds its way back to where it belonged after his hand returns to the standard dirty elevator carpet.
      �Why�d you follow me into the elevator?�
      �I dunno.�
      �Liar.�
      � Ya got me.� His hands will move across his arm as if he was pulling back the bow on his violin. He might have played it when he was younger.
      �Why.�
      �Why not. Wanna soda?�
      �Ya paying?�
      �One condition.� His eyes hit you with waves of friendly flirting vibes.
      �Floor 13?� you�ll ask, hoping that�s the condition.
      �Is there another way?�
      �Guess not.� You�ll agree.
      �Hit the button.�
      �You do it.�
      �Your closer.� He�s right, you are closer.
      �Don�t wanna get up.�
      �Fine we don�t get it.�
      �Why does this hotel have a floor 13?�
      �I dunno. How�s your school liking the convention?� you�ll ask making small talk.
      �They like it. It�s nothing like I expected.
      �I know the feeling.�
      �Damn it. I want that soda,� he�ll say pulling himself off the ground.
      �Give me a hand up.� Your hand goes up in the air for him to grab on to.
      �Bum.� You weren�t expecting the tight grip, firm but gentle enough to know he�s not going to let you fall.
      �Yep.� You�ll hit the floor 13 button for you two to find a way out. You�ll follow him round the corner to where the soda machine is and then your eyes will follow his hand as he pulls two dollar bills out of the wallet tightly kept in his back pocket and feeds them to the Diet Coke Machine. He�ll punch the Coke-a-Cola Classic button and it�ll fall out; grabbing the can with one hand while his free hand takes the change. Using his teeth, he�ll open the can in front of you trying to impress you. He�ll watch you as he drinks down the first sips before holding it out.
      �Want some?�
      �Thanks.�
      �Don�t drink it all.�
      �I don�t wanna puke.�
      �Says the girl who downed a lemonade earlier.�
      �Can�t handle the sugar mix in it.� You�ll lie to him. His eyes follow you as you lifts the can to your mouth, drinking just enough to make your lips moist and soothe your vocal cords.
      �Sex isn�t that bad.� He�ll say to you as he takes the can from you.
      �I�ll meet you downstairs.� You step around the corner hitting the down elevator button.
      �Look at me.� He grabs your arm as you try to escape.
      �I�m leaving.� You pull your arm close to your body dragging him closer to you.
      �I had sex why do you care?�
      �Your 17.�
      �You�re point?�
      �How?� Was it for the better you looked at him, someone once said that eyes are gateways. But are they to the heart, or to the soul? Right now the gateway is what�s between the two of you.
      �I told you about Grace.�
      �The girlfriend?� you watch him nod with a new kind of smile on his face. �What about her?� You�ll ask trying to back up.
      �She wanted our love to move up.�
      �Ick.� His eyes watch you as your tongue stick out and nose scrunches up in a childish show of disgust.
      �What?�
      �Did you not realize the sexual phrasing in that?�
      �God what do you take me for a pervert?�
      �Yes.�
      �I�m a guy!� he�ll say in his defenses.
      �I�m a girl!� You�ll make him laugh.
      �There�s a reason they were trying to rape you. Maybe its because your afraid of your sexuality.�
      �Stop it, you have a girlfriend.�
      �I can look just not touch.� He quotes you from earlier. You could have sworn that no one heard you say that to your roommate earlier that day.
      �You heard that!�
      �You were in the other tower elevator.�
      �Shit.�
      �Was I gonna be your story for back home?�
      �No. I don�t need a story!�
      �Why not?�
      �I have a boyfriend.�
      �Do you?� He�s eyes question yours. You know the answer to that question no matter how you answer would be a slight lie. elevator doors start close in front of you.
      �Go back to your friends and let them rape you. I don�t care. It�ll do you some good.� You watch him walk away fading off around the corner. The doors close in front of you, showing your reflection with strains of hair falling in your face. Your hand hits a button randomly trying just to get downstairs. Lobby, thirteen floors below you. The elevator starts to move making it clear that you have to get out when the doors open.
      When the doors do finally open you�ll walk into crowds of people trying to push your way through to the other towers elevators. The North Tower elevators are on the other side of the hotel. People you know just fade by as you break out into a run just trying to make it to your room. No one clears a path for the girl running past. You push into the closing elevator and hit your number and snuggle against the wall and a few people.
      Floor 4. Doors open. Three people get off. Doors close
      Floor 5. Doors open. Two people get off. Doors close.
      Floor 8. Doors open. Four people get off. Doors close.
      Floor 10. Doors open you get off and try to find your room key in your wallet. People you know from your school are staring at you, wondering what�s wrong but no one says a word to you. Its better this way, you can�t even make eye contact with their shoes. The door closes behind you as you hit the hotel bed hard. As if theres a camera watching you the phone next to you rings and you answer it.
      �Hello?� Your face is berried in the pillow but you can still hear yourself talk.
      �Hey chica! Where ya been?� the voice of your best friend sounds from the phone receiver.
      �Somewhere. What�s up?�
      �Nothing much. The girls over here are getting ready for the dance. Ya wanna come.� She�ll ask you from across the hall.
      �I dunno.� You will roll over on the bed so you can now stare at the ceiling.
      �We�ll get you a guy to forget about that asshole.� She�ll say.
      �How�d you know about Billy?�
      �Who�s Billy? I was talking about that guy in your chem. class.�
      �Oh, never mind.�
      �Spill chica.� That�s the only word she knows in Spanish and she uses it when ever she gets a chance.
      �Its nothing, don�t worry.�
      �You got into a fight didn�t you.�
      �I�m hanging up on you.�
      �You wouldn�t�
      �I would.� And you do. The phone will go dead in her hand as you just put your headphones on and hit the random button hoping you�ll find an answer. Songs pass you by singing you lyrics telling you answer to the questions flying through your head. Your headphones fly off as your hand grabs the receiver and dials Billy�s room number. �Billy, meet me at the other tower elevator. I need to talk to you.� You�ll say to him as soon as he answers.
      Your phones back in the cradle before your CD players turned off and he says yes to meeting you there. Grabbing your key off the table and your shoes off the floor you run out of your room to where your school stares at you for running down the hallway trying to put your shoes on. The elevator takes too long to get to your floor. You don�t take the stairs because you know that the moment you leave the elevators will arrive. When it finally arrives you, walk in. For the first time all, weekend its empty. Your hand hits the Lobby button and wait as it crawls down stopping on floor five.
      �What�s so important that you wanted to talk to me? I had this hot girl ready for me.�
      �First, liar. Second,� a third person walked in the elevator. �I�ll tell you in the other elevator.�
      �How�d you know?�
      �I heard your roommate in the back round.�
      �Damn you and your good hearing.� The elevator stops again and you lead him off the elevator to the other one. No one you know goes into the other tower. Your hand grabs his so that he�ll move faster and won�t leave you in the masses heading for the dance. You finally make it to the elevator and it opens for you two, as if it was waiting. You�ll walk in and pull out your hair tie.
      �I wanna tell you something Billy.�
      �I�ll get it.� You watch him as he presses the floor 13 button.
      �Billy. I wanna...� The two of you stumble as the elevator stops suddenly. You knock into each other and land on the floor.
      �You alright?� He�ll ask pulling himself up to hit the help button.
      �Yeah. Leave it.� He�ll look over to you questioning your motives . �Sit down� here.� Your hand will move so he can sit down next you. He�ll question it but take your offer and sit down. Slowly your hand will find its way above his. Your finger tips will trace his knuckles before sliding between his finger tips. The blue eyes he gazed at you before look down to how your hand his holding his. His fingers close around yours.
      �You said you wanted something.�
      �This is fine. Don�t worry.� He looks at you again as you lean in next to him.
      �What are you doing?�
      �Trying to understand.�

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